tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84066431758514132602024-02-19T00:35:01.899-06:00A Chord of Three A cord of three strands is not quickly broken. ~ Ecc 4:12Clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05851425158146403598noreply@blogger.comBlogger191125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406643175851413260.post-7024451827581426582014-09-01T09:54:00.001-05:002014-09-01T20:44:54.001-05:00A Day in the Life.... With 6 Month TwinsSince today is a holiday and that means an extra day at home, I thought it might be fun to do a day in the life. Days where my husband and I both work are quite different!<div><br></div><div>Our day started at 6:30am when both boys were up for the day. When I went in to get them, Archer had peed through his nighttime diaper and was SOAKED! So we changed his clothes and diaper and got him all cleaned up, then he sat in his bouncy chair with his blankie and toys and I turned on Turtle Tale to keep him entertained while I changed Beckett.</div><div><br></div><div>After getting them both in fresh diapers and settled in their bouncy seats, I quickly used the bathroom, brushed my teeth and threw in my contacts so I could get their breakfast ready. I made bottles first and we practiced holding them ourselves!</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguqCSBL2NqPU5HoFGA3OfX3CCP1tpjHDqBTf_FJOtwt_0U_WpLxFhBPFSTamSJUZWQcQKTeZszrWnMMmh71myerjnmU_067ocAeHzasAw0WxrAmE3KiIolkZE0pB7nM9peaUkxkONBgBt4/s640/blogger-image-137588162.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguqCSBL2NqPU5HoFGA3OfX3CCP1tpjHDqBTf_FJOtwt_0U_WpLxFhBPFSTamSJUZWQcQKTeZszrWnMMmh71myerjnmU_067ocAeHzasAw0WxrAmE3KiIolkZE0pB7nM9peaUkxkONBgBt4/s640/blogger-image-137588162.jpg"></a></div><br></div>This will be a huge help in the mornings. While they tried to drink their bottles,I</div><div>I had my first cup of coffee and prepared their oatmeal. Today we had oatmeal with blueberry pear and bananas. Yum!</div><div><br></div><div>After oatmeal, we cleaned up and got fresh diapers (Archer pooped!) and got in our jumpy and exersaucer.</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP3EiAwK_qbjwBOZbsvS5DumQob9yIoYOzi5KQJcVu__fLAwdqN8gL4fZXM7KasEQgiuaIs7bjXG1Y5O4rr_RsExUDKN3k3ir_PFz3SjoeH3EbDLv-qjn0REC_nWwITsA9q9Eqvqu4vwCw/s640/blogger-image-1535775204.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP3EiAwK_qbjwBOZbsvS5DumQob9yIoYOzi5KQJcVu__fLAwdqN8gL4fZXM7KasEQgiuaIs7bjXG1Y5O4rr_RsExUDKN3k3ir_PFz3SjoeH3EbDLv-qjn0REC_nWwITsA9q9Eqvqu4vwCw/s640/blogger-image-1535775204.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I took advantage of this and swept all the floors and cleaned out our freezer since tomorrow is trash day. It was about 8:00 by this time. After about 20 minutes they started to fuss and I could tell they were getting sleepy. I put them back in their bouncy seats and put on Veggie Tales because I had just heated up my nutritious breakfast of Toaster Strudel (left in the freezer from pregnancy days). </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEhD6MSfC3j9e3CDnf5iwiCuxRvchF8oESNLHB0SfuX6WUpVe7EOqz2l_Ug4Z64oUK5Cs6ueyRnsZxA6kIv3ipKCv6d77DwP-wgQ_q3gKwtERO2yJ8bNxSn4V_703mb8d6TeCVsgAtTDsc/s640/blogger-image--431345652.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEhD6MSfC3j9e3CDnf5iwiCuxRvchF8oESNLHB0SfuX6WUpVe7EOqz2l_Ug4Z64oUK5Cs6ueyRnsZxA6kIv3ipKCv6d77DwP-wgQ_q3gKwtERO2yJ8bNxSn4V_703mb8d6TeCVsgAtTDsc/s640/blogger-image--431345652.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">It didn't take long for this to happen:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_25sRv_CitAN1CfljJ3YWZrM_XbKXxajh7cLh6f3y0ShaFFl4JEV7Iun_IcMctlB-Lg8BJAn_gAMDWD_mj25UIABcNsnrXRqSOfkAfi7A-9iUf-SSAoefk66t8_OJB48IzVoABwvPTVk_/s640/blogger-image-2021116442.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_25sRv_CitAN1CfljJ3YWZrM_XbKXxajh7cLh6f3y0ShaFFl4JEV7Iun_IcMctlB-Lg8BJAn_gAMDWD_mj25UIABcNsnrXRqSOfkAfi7A-9iUf-SSAoefk66t8_OJB48IzVoABwvPTVk_/s640/blogger-image-2021116442.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvPtqgzedsLdzLCPKLXJvlJTgqGQbcFyXAw914K69b1LIFkIbVscEHjUKYFzGg8Ni1ZYF9f0CNOZ60RuZiwk9C4z8QFL-FkRdkSo5eevd_rvHsAZX_A8TtpFoO1njMitq5v4QPwhh02g3S/s640/blogger-image--1364351184.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvPtqgzedsLdzLCPKLXJvlJTgqGQbcFyXAw914K69b1LIFkIbVscEHjUKYFzGg8Ni1ZYF9f0CNOZ60RuZiwk9C4z8QFL-FkRdkSo5eevd_rvHsAZX_A8TtpFoO1njMitq5v4QPwhh02g3S/s640/blogger-image--1364351184.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>I quickly finished eating because Beckett was fussing and fighting sleep. I rocked him briefly and we went from this:</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIsLq3vwsDhnJJeCJEq4dM-1rX03QNKskABfDIazRg7eATPOZJIiaQXd_qSkiS3GecQBoUtQiCtESA2SGrGH7VGo2k84Nenw-LjoFdeeHyIG94YBW58oe5RgvUdZgV1zY9z0fAVDXBHvWy/s640/blogger-image-532094055.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIsLq3vwsDhnJJeCJEq4dM-1rX03QNKskABfDIazRg7eATPOZJIiaQXd_qSkiS3GecQBoUtQiCtESA2SGrGH7VGo2k84Nenw-LjoFdeeHyIG94YBW58oe5RgvUdZgV1zY9z0fAVDXBHvWy/s640/blogger-image-532094055.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>To this: </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCHSmVHo8EWBmYeaJH2Q8nHXeSftk83nPBGVe4vhKZO2L2CnSc9oWkVXM83AnjrdEFNnVSQh7CQ7w9M40WsWrmtT4kCdnoZ2bzdpVXW2CraEotxPlv_zcRFY92ykTJr9-6iOMQd_VjDx0V/s640/blogger-image--2008166540.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCHSmVHo8EWBmYeaJH2Q8nHXeSftk83nPBGVe4vhKZO2L2CnSc9oWkVXM83AnjrdEFNnVSQh7CQ7w9M40WsWrmtT4kCdnoZ2bzdpVXW2CraEotxPlv_zcRFY92ykTJr9-6iOMQd_VjDx0V/s640/blogger-image--2008166540.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">To this: </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitZlM-zJwTQUZsDEHLcSK63kwwhtEVXgAUn9GpWmAX34-uuGfrZDqjM9mHgNSIe8chXsPS3p6iqUr4xwzK4auk2wojoX7ktmEm55RT8OtD4cx4ZOOLbRMTRj0LQOFJAIzZv1frRgkFve3Q/s640/blogger-image-397536316.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitZlM-zJwTQUZsDEHLcSK63kwwhtEVXgAUn9GpWmAX34-uuGfrZDqjM9mHgNSIe8chXsPS3p6iqUr4xwzK4auk2wojoX7ktmEm55RT8OtD4cx4ZOOLbRMTRj0LQOFJAIzZv1frRgkFve3Q/s640/blogger-image-397536316.jpg"></a></div><br></div>In no time. I checked my email and watched a few minutes of morning tv and Archer decided to wake up. So we had some cuddle time for a while and watched the Duggars.</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr0dUKesXcgi10CtRPAGxmWeIF_4zOxO5APjdZxti6t376B9rkZ8jXadAX7AZU0g7RsGaywmwBZ5KE9NZNdo4uVAb6nhrEo3luvzbUIcmZi-1vmQV6hSkhgtpehhH3p96zbSJqX2hWI4rd/s640/blogger-image-119257835.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr0dUKesXcgi10CtRPAGxmWeIF_4zOxO5APjdZxti6t376B9rkZ8jXadAX7AZU0g7RsGaywmwBZ5KE9NZNdo4uVAb6nhrEo3luvzbUIcmZi-1vmQV6hSkhgtpehhH3p96zbSJqX2hWI4rd/s640/blogger-image-119257835.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">By 9:30 everyone was awake so diaper changes and clean clothes it is! Normally I changed them in their bathroom on the changing table but today it was easier to just bring everything in the living room and change them in the floor.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgyD8Z2iEyM9V2XNPb3Fn2EtJaC3dtAScOc2EylfOTCxIg4SZOmf88gSwpRfn83L_VDymIEdOp9eSL8hwacjAjwlTaPvqFJTuCmhnP9DankjqbkXYTu3c2-VmP23qDbxrO8stYjU68r5Qp/s640/blogger-image--458616953.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgyD8Z2iEyM9V2XNPb3Fn2EtJaC3dtAScOc2EylfOTCxIg4SZOmf88gSwpRfn83L_VDymIEdOp9eSL8hwacjAjwlTaPvqFJTuCmhnP9DankjqbkXYTu3c2-VmP23qDbxrO8stYjU68r5Qp/s640/blogger-image--458616953.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjelmBdMdbpYu3RTwWw44Xn49iV96UVRxo6Ke_kyaP4PY42fgOF4ZC4n8saVgIbcd6EUttN4ndpGisyrM4n6ZOd14TsA8OGAME57uBTxjpjF8TgIuPXo-sDXdVq8EQ9sOpmhUhEXTNmJBa3/s640/blogger-image--956369670.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjelmBdMdbpYu3RTwWw44Xn49iV96UVRxo6Ke_kyaP4PY42fgOF4ZC4n8saVgIbcd6EUttN4ndpGisyrM4n6ZOd14TsA8OGAME57uBTxjpjF8TgIuPXo-sDXdVq8EQ9sOpmhUhEXTNmJBa3/s640/blogger-image--956369670.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP2H3V5mXDesTek7w0mvK7JrgOOFDfNbxaP5sT5E5s3Mz0UnWN_HK6bg-9shV18y5Xy4IKcZBiUu6Q29VGxpX67pQGoc1Qh83kuAFFlN6FwXkIgnRvDsYltmQNx_QIM_XFTMSj2WAC5bJr/s640/blogger-image--2125529044.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP2H3V5mXDesTek7w0mvK7JrgOOFDfNbxaP5sT5E5s3Mz0UnWN_HK6bg-9shV18y5Xy4IKcZBiUu6Q29VGxpX67pQGoc1Qh83kuAFFlN6FwXkIgnRvDsYltmQNx_QIM_XFTMSj2WAC5bJr/s640/blogger-image--2125529044.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSnAae11nHCOPZLJtGrfn_XuNhlgliM_2iL1zSL0lPW4E97eYlkHmM9sHIDYOl8GqnZhw3H53HtsJOvxr7LT_scfy_cIROgdM4C4H8XIODciS3yeUcS59R27JofDhBKLUlF4xXIeaB5xiI/s640/blogger-image-1053336566.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSnAae11nHCOPZLJtGrfn_XuNhlgliM_2iL1zSL0lPW4E97eYlkHmM9sHIDYOl8GqnZhw3H53HtsJOvxr7LT_scfy_cIROgdM4C4H8XIODciS3yeUcS59R27JofDhBKLUlF4xXIeaB5xiI/s640/blogger-image-1053336566.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>It's about 9:45 and we decide to sit in our bumbos and work on strengthening those muscles! </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkTFK6AFz1_TMlzDzZD-CCfGYiibYYBoQaQ2YFP5Vg3pYfUPZHR-ov5alg95-iMXyH6ohHI93xYZH-rU-q2k5q_7P15V3Ge7mXv_rzKt-I1NrnUqk9ZEfgqtsjvp1J0hW5bG9EUHgUtoDt/s640/blogger-image-163408693.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkTFK6AFz1_TMlzDzZD-CCfGYiibYYBoQaQ2YFP5Vg3pYfUPZHR-ov5alg95-iMXyH6ohHI93xYZH-rU-q2k5q_7P15V3Ge7mXv_rzKt-I1NrnUqk9ZEfgqtsjvp1J0hW5bG9EUHgUtoDt/s640/blogger-image-163408693.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I start a load of laundry and bring all the (massive amounts) of dirty laundry through to be sorted. In between putting their toys back on the trays. They've learned how to throw them off into the floor, and sometimes throw them out of their reach! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I sit down in the floor with them and start folding a load of their clothes and towels. The laundry around here is never ending. My mom is great and often takes loads home to help me out. Beckett tries to help by eating a clean pair of shorts. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS4J6WovLQv2b6liP1k7x-lfdyP7OqDU1ffPXnSNORoKsSUoVMYI1V1axCBg67tVR8bF56ZlQKSOKrFcKhWk1rNHaPAwR3sDdttmwuGkfasqCJvdYuk9OANt6wylrhnc7kg3xfFr1zt2Es/s640/blogger-image-1623243037.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS4J6WovLQv2b6liP1k7x-lfdyP7OqDU1ffPXnSNORoKsSUoVMYI1V1axCBg67tVR8bF56ZlQKSOKrFcKhWk1rNHaPAwR3sDdttmwuGkfasqCJvdYuk9OANt6wylrhnc7kg3xfFr1zt2Es/s640/blogger-image-1623243037.jpg"></a></div><br></div>It's about 10:30 and they are starting to fuss and rub their eyes. They didn't sleep long earlier and are tired. I put them down on their pillows with blankie and we have quiet time. I lay down by Archer and he turned his little face to mine, rubbed my nose and passed smooth out. Beckett fights and wins. No sleep for hi I. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb8GWkc2FCzh1f6B5bhy_dV1T5Qizw8QZbvtWiGTZsWub_Ch8taRc8Dkii33GHmXZFTw0QdL5jL7kjlJ9Po6djhMoQRUEV1GZj57BgyJX46ONBUUYKwuuZFSc39UO3EA8Lr2oEEC8TsjDa/s640/blogger-image--1606643976.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb8GWkc2FCzh1f6B5bhy_dV1T5Qizw8QZbvtWiGTZsWub_Ch8taRc8Dkii33GHmXZFTw0QdL5jL7kjlJ9Po6djhMoQRUEV1GZj57BgyJX46ONBUUYKwuuZFSc39UO3EA8Lr2oEEC8TsjDa/s640/blogger-image--1606643976.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>By now it's almost 11:00 and time to eat again. Beckett plays in his exersaucer while I make bottles.</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfL_urCWPXuwIP4OLJN0piRTXakgfYJjmsEueiKwvg-NEjPtvgVq4LvpZAxedgslC9UD6O5P0_HQMVAhOw-fu4eg_iuYhfjtQW0-h86hF-rcVVNcW-t1FHZriIeJJbjeWZkKE4OaIMWvBf/s640/blogger-image-330075401.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfL_urCWPXuwIP4OLJN0piRTXakgfYJjmsEueiKwvg-NEjPtvgVq4LvpZAxedgslC9UD6O5P0_HQMVAhOw-fu4eg_iuYhfjtQW0-h86hF-rcVVNcW-t1FHZriIeJJbjeWZkKE4OaIMWvBf/s640/blogger-image-330075401.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I feed Beckett first while Archer still snoozes in the floor.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIuP7GODzmV0iZxfcrZv-cTXuhFG5BPwaHZeJqqfGgkjT4vcMZ8Fzk3mdI0TfmF9aHdcXiBCOw6Kpx3tTj57VBXWI1rNSNulBlGWKOMngR079HwD7PFy2AYgx-6MxFLPYipuEyXXdcsZZe/s640/blogger-image-1121193031.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIuP7GODzmV0iZxfcrZv-cTXuhFG5BPwaHZeJqqfGgkjT4vcMZ8Fzk3mdI0TfmF9aHdcXiBCOw6Kpx3tTj57VBXWI1rNSNulBlGWKOMngR079HwD7PFy2AYgx-6MxFLPYipuEyXXdcsZZe/s640/blogger-image-1121193031.jpg"></a></div><br></div>No holding our own bottle this time. Archer wakes up about half-way into Beckett's bottle and chills on the floor. When Beckett is finished, we burp and switch out. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXPyXqyf_NIiXl5jjOZwyQRse1YnoqI1UZuRdOVBbpJ-Zw22Of1rMoXEWeItpxbTXhYxU6P-TNCbnZbgBCNNVA3kze7i8SAWFcsE5IrB2-5rG1SdOapLE6u_3hNmHPlOhU3Oxv_7U_CVyL/s640/blogger-image--423577596.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXPyXqyf_NIiXl5jjOZwyQRse1YnoqI1UZuRdOVBbpJ-Zw22Of1rMoXEWeItpxbTXhYxU6P-TNCbnZbgBCNNVA3kze7i8SAWFcsE5IrB2-5rG1SdOapLE6u_3hNmHPlOhU3Oxv_7U_CVyL/s640/blogger-image--423577596.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Daddy comes in from football practice just in time to change a poopy diaper and snuggle with Beckett on the couch! It's about noon and he's SO tired. They are both snoring before long, so Archer and I have some snuggle time.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixmGcixMgYrczQ_CWXQ7aByZI6uLR4E-naY23zb_Wz8b9Ct41wD8apeNf2LkinaY70PBvdAjl3Yv-mMGz6YsBjvSMjOwQPLnGAP0JkD9X8__mDA-BgoNjYVMrcSlMBPoVv-t5MW0TAhQM2/s640/blogger-image--1622468018.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixmGcixMgYrczQ_CWXQ7aByZI6uLR4E-naY23zb_Wz8b9Ct41wD8apeNf2LkinaY70PBvdAjl3Yv-mMGz6YsBjvSMjOwQPLnGAP0JkD9X8__mDA-BgoNjYVMrcSlMBPoVv-t5MW0TAhQM2/s640/blogger-image--1622468018.jpg"></a></div><br></div>We play with our turtle and rock (after a diaper change and changing the sheets on his bed) until he is snoozing. I put him in his crib and switch out another load of laundry, then take a super fast shower and let my hair air dry and no make-up.</div><div><br></div><div>I need gas in my mini and I'm starving, so while Justin is home I run to Sikeston to get gas and Chinese. It's about 1:30 by this point. I call my little brother who is working on his new office, and he's hungry too. </div><div><br></div><div>I wait in the food in the parking lot in silence. Just enjoying my diet coke.</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcumQh37cVitSmRSzEq5GlfXbrwpfzRD27kBdtRP4S0Wt52C8Bri71D2M5hr2kHmkzCJX9B4Y2hlmseQUdVqSoKp0J8m8i5bQZtV6LxSzfREbhwb-qTkyCjx-zSxDeVVtKWiNOtLuITBZG/s640/blogger-image-39626482.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcumQh37cVitSmRSzEq5GlfXbrwpfzRD27kBdtRP4S0Wt52C8Bri71D2M5hr2kHmkzCJX9B4Y2hlmseQUdVqSoKp0J8m8i5bQZtV6LxSzfREbhwb-qTkyCjx-zSxDeVVtKWiNOtLuITBZG/s640/blogger-image-39626482.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>It's 1:52, s<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">o once I get the yummy food I drop off Zach's and pick up a new rocker he picked up for me at Target for the boys. (Yes, that's a brownie bar and highlighter in my floorboard. Just keeping it real.) I stopped at this new fried pie shop on my way out of town. Sweet Jesus. I will never lose the remaining 15lbs if I stop there again. I came home with homemade peach, blackberry, apple and cherry fried pies! Yum! The boys were still napping when I got in (going on 2 1/2 hours at that point) so I ate my Chinese and tested the pies. Oh. Em. Gee. I threw another load of laundry in and unloaded and reloaded the dishwasher along with prepping bottles and bowls for the next feeding. At 3:04 I sat down for a few minutes to rest.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Just to keep it real, this is what my living room floor looks like (and will, until I pick up before bed tonight): </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqpK9b_lDed-OJMLK_FDzkSvQWDfPwGyP1lpGUNSerjHqbvLvelvujyvN9KcToaNCyhBAIuxsLvNKBNAcDRavqk9Hy9epp1SLYjuwP_6W290D6BKBVpT6lFfGAeSAGhKKBe1J5EBBE2AHK/s640/blogger-image--41746596.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqpK9b_lDed-OJMLK_FDzkSvQWDfPwGyP1lpGUNSerjHqbvLvelvujyvN9KcToaNCyhBAIuxsLvNKBNAcDRavqk9Hy9epp1SLYjuwP_6W290D6BKBVpT6lFfGAeSAGhKKBe1J5EBBE2AHK/s640/blogger-image--41746596.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">(Those feet belong to my darling hubs, who had sat down with me to "relax" before the babies woke up!)</div><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Well, short lived. By 3:30 we had all been changed and were eating.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGruyaxPJbvf6VUzvT_aW_THzsdv56MaX3uwoNMNFbtfk105te7PxW8hviMpNjrKAYi-r3WR4Bze2c5Dq2iHOmmZ3Qt5HIcmBVmw1OxfLXxm8gZQDFa6dLuoUVslPU1MuUY74MM-P0c8xW/s640/blogger-image-62894612.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGruyaxPJbvf6VUzvT_aW_THzsdv56MaX3uwoNMNFbtfk105te7PxW8hviMpNjrKAYi-r3WR4Bze2c5Dq2iHOmmZ3Qt5HIcmBVmw1OxfLXxm8gZQDFa6dLuoUVslPU1MuUY74MM-P0c8xW/s640/blogger-image-62894612.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSCOvWnHZDLqXmrst5SxmCk-sLxgZri1YCmvNsbU7unQepGNF5DO2wLs292hsj2ez9tjiV5NF8a1n6SApnc5DumAe7oI7w5UNYOodu6kIEamqE7Zfo7fFm9MtPNCmYkm9JYEGflUVULWJm/s640/blogger-image-1789573736.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSCOvWnHZDLqXmrst5SxmCk-sLxgZri1YCmvNsbU7unQepGNF5DO2wLs292hsj2ez9tjiV5NF8a1n6SApnc5DumAe7oI7w5UNYOodu6kIEamqE7Zfo7fFm9MtPNCmYkm9JYEGflUVULWJm/s640/blogger-image-1789573736.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">As we were eating, Uncle Zach & Aunt MelMel came in to visit, followed by Uncle D and his friend Amanda. Popular people! Around 5:30 the boys had carrots and pears, peas and broccoli and they hung out while Jay & I put together one of their new rocker chairs. I had bought one at a second hand store and got it all cleaned up only to realize it was missing a piece. Have no fear, though, Uncle D went to Lowes and figured out how to fix it. So we should have two new chairs tomorrow!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqpScawwCttaFeKBO7NagpjNDOuMbs1mzFndYxCq4F7RXCS-HNfE06mZu0VB9i_q8zrNGaDX3KqvdyibjvIp37rQJ5UnJhJNvBAG89KHYxIO-3H_GpQwJubM3yKv_DU-eKs_8i5W02J4tW/s640/blogger-image--468290114.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqpScawwCttaFeKBO7NagpjNDOuMbs1mzFndYxCq4F7RXCS-HNfE06mZu0VB9i_q8zrNGaDX3KqvdyibjvIp37rQJ5UnJhJNvBAG89KHYxIO-3H_GpQwJubM3yKv_DU-eKs_8i5W02J4tW/s640/blogger-image--468290114.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSlivcskK79dNRc_z7FcSlzS6385O4RkLG2mlQjLK6_I1HbV49Ptpca4FiZigy9vojHf1N1tuUZBb17rUN5HviEeDuuNUTrfsCzAiiPGYcKchaf3KbYdaE5_h4u-AcRBCjjjpaklPzaB2p/s640/blogger-image-899501200.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSlivcskK79dNRc_z7FcSlzS6385O4RkLG2mlQjLK6_I1HbV49Ptpca4FiZigy9vojHf1N1tuUZBb17rUN5HviEeDuuNUTrfsCzAiiPGYcKchaf3KbYdaE5_h4u-AcRBCjjjpaklPzaB2p/s640/blogger-image-899501200.jpg"></a></div><br></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The boys looked out the front door for a few minutes while I started picking up on the house, but got fussy. Around 6:30 Justin started baths and I lotioned, diapered and pj'ed. That's how we do it some nights. Others we each take a baby. And some nights when Justin has a late practice or football game, I'm on my own.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">By 7:00 we started the last bottle and by 7:30 both boys were sound asleep and in bed. I started getting everything ready for tomorrow morning because we both have to work, switched out another load of laundry, and folded a load of clothes. Around 8:30 I heated up the leftover Chinese and sat down to eat. Justin's having hot pockets. That's how we roll. Some nights you do what you can. After I eat I clean up the kitchen and we pick up the house. Justin works on some things for school this week (grades must be in soon) and I sit down to write this. I'm hoping to be in bed by 10:30 and praying the boys sleep tonight. It's been hit or miss since they've been sick.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">There ya have it. A day in the life. No wonder I'm exhausted by bedtime!</div><br></span></div>Clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05851425158146403598noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406643175851413260.post-12991631456257633852014-08-30T12:39:00.001-05:002014-08-31T21:22:26.914-05:00Watch A&B Grow: 6 MonthsOh my goodness, suddenly it's like my babies have decided to grow up! I always heard that the 6-month mark was magical with twins, and in some ways it is.<div><br></div><div>We have a pretty good eating/sleeping routine going on now, and it's so much easier to plan a day. It's not nearly as overwhelming to take them out and about, even if we are gone for a long period of time. They are great about napping wherever we are, and we've got a handle on feeding wherever we may be. That being said, I LOVE having a mini-van. It makes a huge difference in being comfortable on the go, especially with two!</div><div><br></div><div>Both boys have been sick for about two weeks. In fact, we couldn't get their 6-month shots at their check-up because they had been running fever and throwing up! Thankfully we seem to be on the upside. </div><div><br></div><div>The pediatrician was very impressed developmentally as to how the boys are doing. You would never know they were over three weeks early! They both are the happiest, most pleasent babies.</div><div><br></div><div><b>Archer </b></div><div><b><br></b></div><div>You are my big boy! Weighing in at 16lbs 12oz and 26 1/4in long, you are built like a little line backer. You laugh all the time and have figured out that your feet and hands are awesome toys. You roll from tummy to back ALL THE TIME but pretty much refuse to roll from back to tummy. You can, but you'd rather not. You are starting to bear weight on those little legs and love your exersaucer. You play with toys and grab anything you can get your hands on. No teeth yet but it has to happen soon, because you are drooling like crazy. You love to eat. Breakfast is your favorite. I've yet to find anything you refuse! 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Boy, do you have a temper. But you laugh and smile all the time! Weighing in a little less than brother, you are 16lbs 1oz and 26 1/2in long. You roll around all over the place and are trying to raise up on your hands and knees. You now immediately roll to your belly to sleep - that is, when you do sleep. You are definitely not my sleeper. You love to stand and play in your exersaucer and despise laying down. You love breakfast but prefer savory over sweet. I think your teeth are coming soon. You are my snuggle buddy and love being cuddled up on the couch. I know that I can get you to sleep by putting your nose to mine and laying next to you. 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I mean, can you stand the cuteness?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Archer and Beckett - you are true joys. Month five has been full of excitement. You both are topping the scales around 16 pounds and are finally moving into 3-6 month clothing. We started solids this month and boy, you both LOVE your food. When you see your bowls you will kick your feet and squeal, because you know what's coming. Both of you rolled over from tummy to back within a day or so of each other, and Beckett will roll from back to tummy. You both will be sitting up before we even know it!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6nCQKfnwCS7568SnE5wGJjYp3l2DPXcO0DxJIQqCCGJOPdxvOPAsv4zpAKh5kt1jcR-AV7844FERYG0SyDWuJkygFSDdy3tVMu8c2VBTRI_rmLr9KGBDdGd-5-ge5YKjWXFwwzBD0IiT5/s640/blogger-image-249517244.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6nCQKfnwCS7568SnE5wGJjYp3l2DPXcO0DxJIQqCCGJOPdxvOPAsv4zpAKh5kt1jcR-AV7844FERYG0SyDWuJkygFSDdy3tVMu8c2VBTRI_rmLr9KGBDdGd-5-ge5YKjWXFwwzBD0IiT5/s640/blogger-image-249517244.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">You have finally started to interact with each other and we love watching your relationship bloom. It's obvious you will be the best of friends.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLmlQAhwRPJOKliayZ1qbas_qNDD_yLgC6QxHebaoIhb1uIibT6OMx9rh5g_vGJ0LuOqJHVa40vdLJN0_XTPHUk9Zwq_mLxDrJBmSQvfyJ_R-4hODIG6MVy3DM57KIuyF17OQaxTXGy8Cc/s640/blogger-image--384299151.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLmlQAhwRPJOKliayZ1qbas_qNDD_yLgC6QxHebaoIhb1uIibT6OMx9rh5g_vGJ0LuOqJHVa40vdLJN0_XTPHUk9Zwq_mLxDrJBmSQvfyJ_R-4hODIG6MVy3DM57KIuyF17OQaxTXGy8Cc/s640/blogger-image--384299151.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Beckett, you are quite possibly the happiest baby I've ever met. You grin and smile from the second your eyes open in the morning until they close at night. You are so nosy and think everyone is talking to you. You never meet a stranger. You are also an early bird and a champion sleep fighter. You love peas and carrots. I could kiss your cheeks all day long.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh05WAowODRaTPLIffd9D7l-PmMX2_E_S_WBqpnqcqsE-9RxsrDGZKKHt6SqxSgI7yW7nOGcVGh7NJe-8RbJEL_MjoJLT5kbrYCN1SqXoR_H0FzQfGwJWYXOseIBZqXTNx9VfJMhdTdHiGX/s640/blogger-image-1286894521.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh05WAowODRaTPLIffd9D7l-PmMX2_E_S_WBqpnqcqsE-9RxsrDGZKKHt6SqxSgI7yW7nOGcVGh7NJe-8RbJEL_MjoJLT5kbrYCN1SqXoR_H0FzQfGwJWYXOseIBZqXTNx9VfJMhdTdHiGX/s640/blogger-image-1286894521.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Archer, you are a little ham. Your laugh is contagious. Sometimes, when we get you tickled, we can just look at you and you throw that little head back and cackle. You are a tough cookie to crack sometimes, though, and have a very inquisitive and pensive side. I believe you will be a Momma's boy for sure, and you already have a keen sense of stranger danger. You are my sleeper and there are mornings we have to wake you in order to get out the door in time. 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My sweet Sam's 8th grade graduation.<br />
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Poppin' that collar!Clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05851425158146403598noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406643175851413260.post-58113477485823752532014-06-02T22:56:00.000-05:002014-06-02T22:56:57.345-05:00Watch A & B Grow: Month 3I cannot even begin to believe you two perfect little boys have been on this Earth for three entire months (well - over three months, because Mom is a little slow at writing these updates)!<br />
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This month has been SO FUN. It is like overnight you woke up and suddenly have little personalities and interact and know what is going on around you.<br />
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Both of you have your first real sickness as I type this. A few days ago, Daddy called me at work and said you were both acting fussy, particularly Archer. By the next evening, Archer threw up and you were both gagging from all of the mucus draining down your throat. It was a long night, as neither of you wanted to sleep and were just pitiful. After a trip to the pediatrician, you were diagnosed with your first cold/sinus infection and given antibiotics. There just isn't a lot they can do for a three month old. Despite the moments of fussiness and even screaming (we think the antibiotic now hurts your little tummies), you are still the happiest babies! Even after throwing up, you will look up and smile these huge grins, as if to say "It's okay Mom and Dad. I feel so much better now!"<br />
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Beckett, you have suddenly turned into a talking machine! You coo and babble all the time. And oh, that smile - it can melt Mommy's heart. You went from being so serious and pensive, to always smiling and downright nosey. I am here to tell you, those eyes are wide open all. of. the. time. You are terrified you will miss something. You also LOVE the television. Mommy and Daddy aren't too thrilled about that, because we try to limit "screen time." But sometimes we have to mute the TV when you are taking a bottle because you will strain and move until you can see what is going on and forget to eat. You still aren't the best sleeper, waking at least once, if not more, times during the night to fuss around. However, Daddy has gotten you on a great schedule and you take a good afternoon nap in your crib. We also started swaddling you with your arms out, and you are doing a great job and seem much more content. Those big blue eyes and long eyelashes are gorgeous, and your hair is coming in so thick and dark! You will be a heart breaker for sure. You are in all 0-3 month clothing, and Mommy just switched out your pajamas to 3-6 because they were all too short for you. At the doctor's appointment you weighed 12lbs 7oz and were 23 3/4in long - almost a two footer. We love you, Mouse, more than you know.<br />
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Archer, you giggle constantly. You laugh out loud and it is the sweetest thing I have ever heard. You even laugh in your sleep, which is precious. You talk to Mommy and Daddy all the time, and mimic some of our sounds. You are a little more laid back than your brother and while still nosey, not quite as much as him. While you still like to sleep much more so than Beckett, you get really excited when it is time to play. You will kick those little legs and move those arms like no other. When music plays, we swear you will nod your head and pat your hand to the beat. Especially in your car seat. You are a great sleeper, and LOVE being unswaddled. When we put you down at night, you may grunt and root for a while, but once you are out you are out for the count. Most nights you sleep straight through for about 10 hours. You love to eat, and take a bottle in a flash. You rolled over once from your tummy to your back. We think it may have been an accident because you were having a fit and flung yourself over, but it counts! You have started to (finally) lose some of your newborn hair, and have a ring of baldness around the entire middle of your head. It is hilarious and we can't figure out how it happened. You have huge, crystal clear blue eyes and long eyelashes too. You will be a handsome man, no doubt. You are growing like a weed, and fill out your 0-3 month clothes no problem. In fact, I think you will be wearing some 3-6 soon. At the doctor's appointment you weighed 12lbs 13oz and were 23in long. We love you, Goose, to the moon and back!<br />
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Clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05851425158146403598noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406643175851413260.post-77611277920813437092014-06-01T11:09:00.004-05:002014-06-01T11:09:45.358-05:00Watch A & B Grow: 2 MonthsWell, here I am writing their 2 month post at 3 months. No one could have warned me with how hectic life with twins is!<br />
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The boys are growing so super fast. I love it and hate it all at once. Watching them develop into little humans is amazing, but my tiny babies have disappeared. Both of you have moved into your 0-3 month clothing. It is a little big, but your newborn outfits were getting a little tight and definitely too short! We also moved you up to Size 1 diapers. They looked SO HUGE compared to the tiny little newborn diapers, but you fill them out quite nicely.</div>
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Archer, you are growing so fast little man. At your two month check-up, you passed brother up by just a few ounces. You did great with your shots and only cried for a few minutes. It broke Momma's heart. Thankfully your Coy went with us since Daddy had to work, and she cuddled you too. You ran a low grade temperature for the night afterwards, but a little dose of Tylenol made you all better. You are my good eater, taking down at least 6oz, sometimes more, at each feeding. Right now I'm still pumping, and you get about about 70% breast milk and 30% formula. You have weaned yourself from one night feeding, eating once in the night. It's amazing what 4-5 consecutive hours of sleep will do for a Momma & Daddy. You are a happy little guy, smiling and laughing and talking all the time. You are a good sleeper for the most part. You are a joy and delight in our lives. We love you Goose!<br />
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Beckett, you are the most serious little man. Your facial expressions crack us up. You are very pensive and studious, and take everything in. You are definitely more wakeful than your brother and don't care for sleep as much. We think you have your Momma's temperament. You did great at your two month check-up and screamed briefly when you got shots, and then you were over it after a snuggle from Momma. You are our little cuddle bug and love being held close, burying your face in the crook of our arm. You are starting to get attached to your "lovey," a little monkey Daddy picked you out for Easter. You aren't as big of an eater as brother, and also weaned yourself from one night feeding. However, you tend to wake more during the night to fuss briefly. You are our little old man, and fill our hearts with great happiness. We love you, Mouse!<br />
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Clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05851425158146403598noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406643175851413260.post-66591708932996900822014-06-01T10:58:00.006-05:002014-06-01T10:58:32.534-05:00On the Night You Were a BornI don't remember a lot about the delivery. I was so sick from the magnesium I couldn't stay awake much. I remember being rolled into the operating room and the Neonatoligist stopping me and promising my babies would be taken care of. I remember panicking thinking I could feel everything and that I wasn't breathing (although I was fine).<br />
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I do remember, however, hearing my doctor say here comes A and the sweetest, most perfect little scream echoing throughout the room and someone saying to Justin, "Here he is Dad! Get pictures!" Only to be followed exactly one minute later by B's sweet, perfect little yelp and cries!<br />
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Justin went to check on the babies as their two teams of doctors looked them over while I was finishing up. Once the babies were given the okay, they were wrapped up and brought over to me to see. I was so delirious but remember just staring at those sweet faces and feeling so relieved that they were finally here. Justin held them both for a few minutes while they finished sewing me up, and then they moved me to my regular hospital bed, placed one baby in each arm, and rolled me to my room.<br />
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Archer Robertson arrived at 12:18am Saturday, February 22 weighing 5lbs 13oz and 19 1/2 inches long followed by Beckett Tinsley at 12:19am weighing 6lbs 1oz and 19 1/2 inches long. We had our parents come in first for a few minutes to meet the boys, then the rest of our family. Those were some of the most precious moments, seeing our sweet babies being loved by so many people.</div>
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Archer and Beckett, the moments you entered the world will forever be stamped into your Daddy and my's hearts. We waited and prayed for so long to meet you, and it was worth every scary moment, every painful time, all the bedrest and hospital stays, and long tedious labor. I would do it again in a second to have you both here with me.</div>
Clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05851425158146403598noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406643175851413260.post-9895155110635198422014-04-17T08:57:00.000-05:002014-04-17T11:32:50.541-05:00On The Night You Were Born: Part TwoJustin and I settled down for the evening on Wednesday and our parents went home. The plan was for them to come up that morning unless I progressed really quickly, which we doubted.<br />
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I tried to get some rest before the induction started, but that was impossible. First, I was super anxious. The biggest issue though was how uncomfortable I was. I ended up standing most of the night until my epidural because my hips hurt SO bad.</div>
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My nurse started pitocin at midnight after starting an IV. She was such an angel that night. I was so scared and in a LOT of pain but I wanted to hold out before the epidural. Also, I knew that once it started "active labor" and got the epidural, she would break my water and I would have to start magnesium. Because I was severely pre-eclampsic I had to be on a magnesium sulfate drip until 24 hours post delivery. More on that to come.<br />
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The pitocin was slowly increased and I began to have some fairly steady and strong contractions. My back and hips hurt already from the pressure of two large babies, and I started having back labor. I was in a lot of pain but wanted to tough it out before getting the epidural so I could stay off the magnesium as long as possible. I labored for a couple of hours on a birthing ball and standing. Finally, my angel of a nurse strongly encouraged me to go ahead and get the epidural so I could rest and she could break my water. About 4:00 am on February 21st, I decided to get the epidural and get things moving. IT WAS THE BEST THING THAT HAD EVER HAPPENED to that point. Ha! I felt amazing after the epidural, was dialated to 4cm and completely effaced, and able to rest. However, the magnesium drip began at that point.<br />
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From about 8:00 am forward, I barely remember anything at all. Magnesium sulfate is a horrible, scary drug. I felt like I was burning from the inside out even though I had the chills. I could not keep my eyes open and had no energy or strength. My memories of the day include waking up long enough to ask Justin if "the button was green" on my epidural because that meant I could push it for more medicine and having the anesthesiologist come in twice to push a bolus of medication because I was in labor for so long the epidural began to wear off.<br />
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I am told people were in and out of the room and if I even woke up, all I would do was stare through them. Justin stayed in the room with me the entire time. I know he was scared and nervous. By 10:00 pm on February 21st, I had not dilated past 7cm even with the pitocin turned up on the maximum drip. My contractions had all but stopped and my body was too tired from the pregnancy and labor to move forward. Because my uterus was already SO stretched out from carrying two babies, even with medication, it would not contract.<br />
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I vaguely remember my doctor coming in, sitting down on the side of my bed around 11:00pm, and saying, "Claire, it is time to get these babies out. Now." Almost 24 hours after beginning to labor, my plan of a vaginal delivery was going straight out the window.<br />
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Clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05851425158146403598noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406643175851413260.post-68391723882274415592014-04-01T14:18:00.001-05:002014-04-01T14:18:37.221-05:00On the Night You Were Born: The BeginningWhen I last updated about my pregnancy with the twins, I was 36 weeks and was a permanent resident of labor and delivery.<div><br></div><div>I ended up spending close to two weeks in the hospital before actually delivering. Each day, my blood pressure would creep up a tiny bit, but never crossing the line of "we have to deliver now."</div><div><br></div><div>On Wednesday, February 19, my OB came in to check me. I wasn't dilated but A's head was extremely far down and I was completely thinned. At this point, the cerclage to stitch my cervix shut was still in place. With all the pressure I was extremely uncomfortable and suffering from what I affectionately named "lightening crotch" all the time. To top things off, my OB informed me that she was leaving that Saturday morning to go to Hawaii. She hadn't mentioned it before because honestly no one ever thought we would make it that far.</div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Needless to say, I was pretty upset. My OB is the only one who practices at the hospital we chose who will attempt to deliver twins where B</span><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"> was breach vaginally. So if I didn't deliver by Friday night, not only would I have a c-section, it would be by a doctor who had </span><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">never treated me. This was terrifying to me.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">We decided that the best thing to do would be cut the cerclage stitch and see what happened. This was done bedside in the room with no medication. It was honestly no worse than a pelvic exam. I immediately dilated to two and started contracting. We thought that was the beginning!</span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">However, overnight my contractions slowed and I didn't dilate anymore. Thursday morning my OB came to check me and nothing was happening. I asked her to strip my membranes. She decided to let me walk that day and would come back to check me that afternoon. Of course, nothing happened. Upon her return, she went ahead and stripped my membranes. Now - that was painful. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">She also informed me that she had gotten permission (because I wasn't quite 37 weeks) to induce me on Friday. We decided to start the induction at midnight to give us plenty of time..... Our parents came up to visit and we decided for everyone to head home and try to sleep. We had plans to get sleep that night as well because we knew Friday would be a long day. Well, if we only knew what was to come......</span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0gIV8BIM2frpVxs3MyWaVjMhitoL8-ZmdzLUVmBncV-GM8pw5dsTcVCP6oGgZAJPrIRbrgrYmvV7ggLdYcplTxjxWoWP6QXiE8bVzeFgi5BXTYLrixoW2j4sydLMj0fhPyCh0YN9zpg5B/s640/blogger-image-1965166186.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0gIV8BIM2frpVxs3MyWaVjMhitoL8-ZmdzLUVmBncV-GM8pw5dsTcVCP6oGgZAJPrIRbrgrYmvV7ggLdYcplTxjxWoWP6QXiE8bVzeFgi5BXTYLrixoW2j4sydLMj0fhPyCh0YN9zpg5B/s640/blogger-image-1965166186.jpg"></a></div><br></span></div>Clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05851425158146403598noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406643175851413260.post-74265924068499847142014-03-23T21:30:00.001-05:002014-03-23T21:57:56.890-05:00Watch A & B Grow: 1 Month<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9WYadYYwPR6T3V8WYnvSzAX7JBvXTPL6L_zA-sSWrd_FPDhvYYGV1g1Juf7sPLqyEQ1-0J_I8FDAQ41aYgRTZJa98Xjy3g96KID9b_j0IhCcahqXZTHrsN-2J2rV-s4ZAVh2HPGV3i5eu/s640/blogger-image-1181111595.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9WYadYYwPR6T3V8WYnvSzAX7JBvXTPL6L_zA-sSWrd_FPDhvYYGV1g1Juf7sPLqyEQ1-0J_I8FDAQ41aYgRTZJa98Xjy3g96KID9b_j0IhCcahqXZTHrsN-2J2rV-s4ZAVh2HPGV3i5eu/s640/blogger-image-1181111595.jpg"></a></div><br></div>I cannot believe it's been one month since our little miracles arrived. They have filled our lives and hearts with more love and joy than I ever imagined.<div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBHKu5d72eOob6B5NukTvvmyNYkjpxb2GlCKfPXPoS0PVh2lzWYj76M9M6p0hFiQFUAaDxbemKOIf8qjVMhqc-TauHUh5jtLk6DLCOQGJoSUfj03a8ozhoZMtwPFouO4O1OwK7eOkg95Ye/s640/blogger-image--744483981.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBHKu5d72eOob6B5NukTvvmyNYkjpxb2GlCKfPXPoS0PVh2lzWYj76M9M6p0hFiQFUAaDxbemKOIf8qjVMhqc-TauHUh5jtLk6DLCOQGJoSUfj03a8ozhoZMtwPFouO4O1OwK7eOkg95Ye/s640/blogger-image--744483981.jpg"></a></div><br><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioVkYzqpeBKqR5ENgeVLVP0xxWaFIKJ2taPTyYIlti5NlFPfIGIOF8zVu8O0-ocB8MTDx7Rmj12tQCpCFflDdRCiXby7_A81H_LkBfjHAxxjuQaQY29ZFqlWLTkAEZJNAtCeY7rm2O46cB/s640/blogger-image-942309153.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioVkYzqpeBKqR5ENgeVLVP0xxWaFIKJ2taPTyYIlti5NlFPfIGIOF8zVu8O0-ocB8MTDx7Rmj12tQCpCFflDdRCiXby7_A81H_LkBfjHAxxjuQaQY29ZFqlWLTkAEZJNAtCeY7rm2O46cB/s640/blogger-image-942309153.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Beckett Tinsley, you have your Daddy's coloring and his temper for sure! You have your Mommy's tendency to be a little serious and it's adorable to see you furrow your little brow in deep concentration. You are such a laid back little boy, but man oh man can you scream when you want attention! That usually only happens when you are hungry or wet and want the problem fixed NOW. You are a good sleeper and eater. We think you weigh about 7 1/2lbs now. Both you and your brother have really started packing on the pounds. </div><br></div></div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_PmN9jQYbjGIBDia20SUb0tgm8dpLpO5CyAa_9B7uId6fsogaoyndLcqquUCIGI8VY5VyJx7L2wqv1v8y_D0EJJKm2cz1FBdN38_n9Hczj4fW_8TBoQBSFcQtYvgFHGvHPaPxur1jBtxA/s640/blogger-image-91673318.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_PmN9jQYbjGIBDia20SUb0tgm8dpLpO5CyAa_9B7uId6fsogaoyndLcqquUCIGI8VY5VyJx7L2wqv1v8y_D0EJJKm2cz1FBdN38_n9Hczj4fW_8TBoQBSFcQtYvgFHGvHPaPxur1jBtxA/s640/blogger-image-91673318.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNlL8okfsuOwQeY4sKh4DlUafGSmxJc_2ZdNc4a_SkTzO545WZ4h2tBwHcuIn1dckJ07ZSZYTmZ7649X9ZyboSmtXydvbQl7Vo-Yf5wOg7KZrnehh0qgzSvCkK7FYbLzlRpGUoaDgcs5WI/s640/blogger-image-88134265.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNlL8okfsuOwQeY4sKh4DlUafGSmxJc_2ZdNc4a_SkTzO545WZ4h2tBwHcuIn1dckJ07ZSZYTmZ7649X9ZyboSmtXydvbQl7Vo-Yf5wOg7KZrnehh0qgzSvCkK7FYbLzlRpGUoaDgcs5WI/s640/blogger-image-88134265.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>Archer Robertson, you have your Mommy's complexion and flair for the dramatic. Your Daddy and I laugh all the time at the expressions you make. You smile and giggle in your sleep. You are a growler. You will growl when I latch you on to nurse and you love to eat. You get so excited you start to pant almost. It's the sweetest and funniest thing. We think you are almost 8lbs now! </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh07ZgfM5LKgykU0KsLA-czbDvrsS_PQEWg08e6u0K3o0ZcWT6haG6cKD89QRdrNS6PDXXoqXMX6iXgCK5O30u_USH47SW9HgF7Blpfb7apJNYlWsYYAIZ6S6T1YnyMcYi6OqFUTqDV6f-g/s640/blogger-image--887786876.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh07ZgfM5LKgykU0KsLA-czbDvrsS_PQEWg08e6u0K3o0ZcWT6haG6cKD89QRdrNS6PDXXoqXMX6iXgCK5O30u_USH47SW9HgF7Blpfb7apJNYlWsYYAIZ6S6T1YnyMcYi6OqFUTqDV6f-g/s640/blogger-image--887786876.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>Our sweet boys, we wouldn't trade anything for you. Each day I'm in awe over your tiny hands and feet, precious little noses, wrinkly foreheads, and kissable cheeks. </div><div><br></div><div>We love you both more. </div>Clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05851425158146403598noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406643175851413260.post-89659828807811401612014-03-08T11:42:00.001-06:002014-03-08T11:42:15.542-06:00Welcome to the WorldIntroducing our sweet baby boys!<div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsAr26YfQR9Tk8RYHODGtfr2oawRcrRYt_vYx-lKg6WAR4Dq1oq0dlW0ba3lKPTbksgyb0vX9Jb7-e3QSkX6_bHJPjvI-Fk5-8Xeq1Qr8f0U5TVzV8Z06vYE7VIVOV7Ebc32mS97bfV_j8/s640/blogger-image--49982824.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsAr26YfQR9Tk8RYHODGtfr2oawRcrRYt_vYx-lKg6WAR4Dq1oq0dlW0ba3lKPTbksgyb0vX9Jb7-e3QSkX6_bHJPjvI-Fk5-8Xeq1Qr8f0U5TVzV8Z06vYE7VIVOV7Ebc32mS97bfV_j8/s640/blogger-image--49982824.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>Archer Robertson </div><div>5lbs 13oz, 19 1/2 inches long</div><div>12:18am February 22, 2014</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxZFf2yfpQTpSvkMmJ6kDhMj3HF5NIzZR1nGDD2juqgsumAp5CPd-t-CBpzvvaxDSugSepcVfNIpdMJeJ1dWhpykvS1AZAEke6v3K7H1dybzliMK-CJdkykyBhG7zE2fLkgN-fQNKglGar/s640/blogger-image-979524152.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxZFf2yfpQTpSvkMmJ6kDhMj3HF5NIzZR1nGDD2juqgsumAp5CPd-t-CBpzvvaxDSugSepcVfNIpdMJeJ1dWhpykvS1AZAEke6v3K7H1dybzliMK-CJdkykyBhG7zE2fLkgN-fQNKglGar/s640/blogger-image-979524152.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>Beckett Tinsley</div><div>6lbs 1oz, 19 1/2 inches long</div><div>12:19am. February 22, 2014</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>Our hearts are so full and we thank God every day for bringing us two happy, healthy, beautiful baby boys.</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1c6qEh8Xg-bGS32-3ap6v6uJPgC46l9VyTu1kMrpUtelBSo2LmI5IG_Gx-tQasWphcMWLvSZuAQ2K2-jqyMl3Z5uVTmi0Kl-jJ0zj_A-YRrQX4mIVBB1hpVuBMVZLarXy2lStoh7Q14qr/s640/blogger-image-330450676.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1c6qEh8Xg-bGS32-3ap6v6uJPgC46l9VyTu1kMrpUtelBSo2LmI5IG_Gx-tQasWphcMWLvSZuAQ2K2-jqyMl3Z5uVTmi0Kl-jJ0zj_A-YRrQX4mIVBB1hpVuBMVZLarXy2lStoh7Q14qr/s640/blogger-image-330450676.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div><div>It's taken us two weeks to get in the swing of things around here, especially after my delivery.</div><div><br></div><div>I hope to share their birth story soon. </div>Clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05851425158146403598noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406643175851413260.post-69825429212430974352014-02-16T18:07:00.001-06:002014-02-16T18:07:47.706-06:0036 Weeks - Permanent Resident of L&DWell.... Here I am. 36 weeks pregnant with twins. I never, ever in my wildest dreams thought I would be here. Not at all. I don't think my OB did either. Which leads to some difficult and confusing decisions.<div><br></div><div>Last week I saw my doctor on Monday and my BP had continued to rise. However, it wasn't at pre-eclampsia status and neither was the protein in my urine. So we decided to remove the cerclage on Valentines Day, keep me overnight for observation, and see what happened. She also sent me home with instructions on taking my BP and also testing my urine for protein at home.</div><div><br></div><div>By Wednesday my blood pressure was really too high for comfort. My OB had us to come to her office and immediately sent us to the hospital with talk of induction. Of course, once I was in the hospital my BP started going back down. After running labs and some other tests, though, it was determined that I have mild pre-eclampsia. So, my doctor made the decision, based on various reasons, to keep me in the hospital until I deliver.</div><div><br></div><div>At this point, the cerclage is still in. Right now, it is not doing any harm. Because I'm in the hospital it is easily monitored and can be removed immediately if I start to contract. They are watching me closely and have me on "toxemia" protocol. If my BP or labs begin trending forward, we will have the discussion about induction. Right now, we are just in a waiting game to see if my body decides to go into labor itself. Average twin gestation is 36/37 weeks so I can't imagine going much longer.</div><div><br></div><div>Hospital bedrest isn't what we wanted or imagined. But I'm so grateful, after where we started, that I've carried these babies to a safe point! It's nothing less than a miracle. It's hard because the hospital is an hour from home. Justin stayed this weekend, but during the week has been/will drive back and forth so he can work, visit me, then get back home to take care of our responsibilities at the house and sleep. Thankfully, both my siblings live here where the hospital is and my mom has flexibility with her job. So I have visitors in and out until Justin can get here after school.</div><div><br></div><div>I know when I hold these beautiful babies in my arms it will be worth it. I will forget the struggle and how hard it was to get here, and the difficulties of the pregnancy! </div><div><br></div><div>"For these children I prayed; and The Lord hath given me what I asked of Him." 1 Sam 1:27</div>Clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05851425158146403598noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406643175851413260.post-56613015234181994712014-02-09T12:36:00.001-06:002014-02-09T12:36:11.167-06:00Back to L&D - 34 WeeksWell, looks like weekly trips to L&D are becoming the norm.<div><br></div><div>Last Monday I went to my usual check-up at Dr. W's office. Justin actually got to go with me because school was cancelled due to the weather. We had to leave about an hour earlier than usual because of the roads, but thankfully we were able to make it.</div><div><br></div><div>I felt off that morning, so I wanted to make sure we stopped to eat breakfast. Ha! Priorities. I didn't want to end up admitted and not able to eat. Also the BPP test goes better if I've eaten and the babies are active.</div><div><br></div><div>The BPP went great and only took a few minutes. After that, we had to go over to the hospital for the NST because the doctor's office doesn't perform those tests on multiple pregnancies. Over on L&D we got checked in and one of my favorite nurses Julie hooked me up. As soon as she took my blood pressure I knew I was in trouble. She had me hooked up for about 20 minutes and the babies were doing great but my BP wasn't budging. She called Dr. W who told me to come straight over to her office instead of waiting for my scheduled appointment. Julie took me in a wheelchair and wouldn't let me walk.</div><div><br></div><div>It didn't take Dr. W long to decide to admit me. I had protien in my urine and my BP was still elevated. When she checked me, my cervix was completely thinned and A's head is RIGHT THERE. Which explains the serious discomfort.</div><div><br></div><div>Needless to say, we went back to the hospital and I was admitted for a 24-hour urine catch and monitoring. The babies looked great the entire time and I wasn't contracting any more than usual. After staying overnight Dr. W ended up releasing me because my protien came back under the cut off and my BP calmed down. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK-JZvP_-rJy7JvjAp4Ly_tE93jWwZOTZsR-Ope6Oee8iDdEQ_dH7BseSAqo_uqIXXqP8myC8rANjdQFdhpVdt2OQoaUs7nnHTBY9Ed3CDybsKsULWgqgdFMPTClRsa-hBH4keZ7dO5wI1/s640/blogger-image--1671458337.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK-JZvP_-rJy7JvjAp4Ly_tE93jWwZOTZsR-Ope6Oee8iDdEQ_dH7BseSAqo_uqIXXqP8myC8rANjdQFdhpVdt2OQoaUs7nnHTBY9Ed3CDybsKsULWgqgdFMPTClRsa-hBH4keZ7dO5wI1/s640/blogger-image--1671458337.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We will see what happens tomorrow! My BP remains elevated but not overly concerning. I can't believe we've made it this far though. 35 weeks tomorrow - seemed impossible 14 weeks ago! </div><br></div>Clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05851425158146403598noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406643175851413260.post-31019686532265632092014-01-25T20:22:00.001-06:002014-01-25T20:22:53.212-06:00Quick Update - Another Trip to L&DI ended up in Labor & Delivery late yesterday afternoon. Thursday night I started feeling "off" and just not myself, but really couldn't pinpoint anything specific. I went on to bed and woke up at some point in the middle of the night with what felt like a stomach ache. Not contractions really, but an unsettled stomach.<div><br></div><div>I ended up sleeping late Friday morning. When I woke up I still didn't feel very well. I got up and took my medicine, and eventually drank a cup of decaf coffee and some water. I felt really nauseous and crampy and had a lower back ache. I kept thinking it would go away. Around noon I still felt horrible and had a feeling I was going to end up at the hospital.</div><div><br></div><div>So I did what anyone would do and showered and ate! Ha! I wanted to make sure I looked good and wasn't hungry. I called my doctors office around 2:30 and they told me to go straight to L&D since the symptoms I had (plus more I won't detail here) were indicative of pre-term labor.</div><div><br></div><div>Once Justin was home and we were loaded up we headed out. They recognize me on L&D now and as soon as the elevator opened the secretary was like "Oh hey Claire we've got your room ready!" My two favorite nurses were also working! So I had exceptional care.</div><div><br></div><div>I started having some fairly strong and consistent contractions around 6:00 and they decided to push a bolus of</div><div>IV fluids super fast to see if it helped. Well, because I was considerably uncomfortable and anxious, along with the fluids pushing so fast, my heartrate skyrocketed.</div><div><br></div><div>Finally, after starting a second bag of fluids the contractions slowly eased up and I relaxed. My doctor had a delivery and came in around 11:00 and checked me. While my cervix is thin the cerclage</div><div>Is holding strong. We agreed I would feel more comfortable staying overnight. I maybe had a handful of very mild contractions through out the night, so after monitoring the babies this morning they sent me on home!</div><div><br></div><div>Basically, I am under the impression this could be fairly typical of what to expect the next couple of weeks. Hopefully my uterus will stay calm for me though, because all this excitement is a little too much! </div><div><br></div>Clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05851425158146403598noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406643175851413260.post-24800856288099506682014-01-23T10:28:00.001-06:002014-01-23T10:28:59.648-06:0032 WeeksY'all. 32 weeks! 11 weeks ago I didn't think I would still be pregnant right now. It's such a miracle and blessing from God.<div><br></div><div>I was 32 weeks exactly on Monday. On Tuesday, we had doctors appointments. It started out as a major cluster of problems.</div><div><br></div><div>Originally, the plan was I would see my regular OB and also have a biophysical profile (BPP) and non-stress test (NST) in her office. The Maternal Fetal Medicine doctors agreed I could be released from their care with the exception of growth scans every three weeks from the 30 week point. </div><div><br></div><div>My appointment was at 11:20 and we live about an hour from the doctor's office. At 10:00 I get a phone call from the doctor's office saying I actually needed to go to MFM for the testing because I couldn't do it in their office. I specifically asked if they had called MFM to let them know, and the reply was "Yes. They know you had an appointment here at 11:20 but will be coming there first and they said they would work you in."</div><div><br></div><div>Well, my Mom and I arrive at the hospital and go to check in at the MFM clinic and they have no idea why I'm there. My doctor's office never called! So I explain the situation and they tell me to wait while they check. Then they say I can go up to the OB floor for the NST and then head to my doctor. Well, I also needed the BPP - which couldn't be done on the OB floor! So long story short, they finally figure it out but can't fit me in until 1:00!! And Dr. W didn't want to see me in her office until AFTER all the testing. It was such a mess.</div><div><br></div><div>We ended up going to the restaurant in the hospital and getting lunch, because my favorite nurse said the babies would likely perform better if I ate right before hand.</div><div><br></div><div>Anyway, they got me back around 12:45 for the testing. The babies passed the BPP immediately. The ultrasound tech spent about 15 extra minutes just letting us watch them move around. Archer was sucking on his little hand like he was starving! Beckett had NO interest in performing for his Momma and refused to turn his head to look at the "camera." Then I had to be hooked up to the NST for about 30 minutes. Thankfully, the babies heart rates were perfect and I didn't have a single contraction.</div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">By the time the testing was done and I waited on the doctor, it was after 2:00 when I made it to my regular OB appointment. And of course, I had to wait in the waiting room and in the exam room. I ended up laying down on the exam table because I was so tired and my back and belly were aching from being up all day.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">My OB was great and answered all my questions. We spent time talking about my "birthing plan" AND scheduled a date to remove my cerclage. So basically the babies should be here within four weeks or less! I am now allowed to slowly start increasing my activity to build some stamina, and get out for little outings once or twice a week. Dr. W just said to use good judgment and common sense. If I feel tired, rest. If I start to contract or feel uncomfortable, take that as a sign I need to really slow down.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">So here we are. Just waiting and hoping these sweet boys stay inside for a few more weeks! </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Oh - we had a great friend come take maternity pictures at our house that are "bedrest" friendly. Here's a little peak! I will share more once we have them.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGvkcU-cVJ26B2xVlmDsv0163mG5P7cE7QAb1dzm_V_eyagRKWcbbzsuKl52cKJvpww7z09H5shC8WW7WnymGqeHiLKj7n3hyD8fYJgcUHVvxAWJpRoqaDxmy08ySZbzuvuklY_VkaIuh9/s640/blogger-image--1761047339.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGvkcU-cVJ26B2xVlmDsv0163mG5P7cE7QAb1dzm_V_eyagRKWcbbzsuKl52cKJvpww7z09H5shC8WW7WnymGqeHiLKj7n3hyD8fYJgcUHVvxAWJpRoqaDxmy08ySZbzuvuklY_VkaIuh9/s640/blogger-image--1761047339.jpg"></a></div><br></span></div>Clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05851425158146403598noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406643175851413260.post-62045872586878268252014-01-19T19:52:00.001-06:002014-01-19T19:52:07.894-06:00Day in the LifeI thought it would be fun to do a "day in the life" post right now, and then compare it when the babies are actually here. Ha! I picked Friday to do it. My life is actually much more interesting at 32 weeks than when I first went on bedrest at 21 weeks. And interesting is probably a great stretch of the imagination.<div><br></div><div>4:00 am - finally tired of tossing and turning so I get up and head to the couch. I feel horrible because I know I wake Justin up and he's been sick all week.</div><div><br></div><div>7:00 am - Hear Justin get up so I get up with him. I make a pitstop at the bathroom and also brush my teeth, hair and throw on my comfy pants and a tank. The bedrest uniform. I talk to Justin while he gets ready for work.</div><div><br></div><div>7:25 am - Turn on the Keurig & brew my one cup of decaf coffee. Fill my large Tervis of ice water. Tell J bye and make another pitstop to the bathroom.</div><div><br></div><div>7:30 am - back on the couch with coffee and television.</div><div><br></div><div>9:15 am - Get up and head to the bathroom again. Put instant oatmeal in the microwave while I pour a glass of milk and refill my water. Head back to the couch and eat breakfast.</div><div><br></div><div>9:45 am - Do some online shopping for J's birthday. </div><div><br></div><div>10:40 am - Back to the bathroom. Decide to lay down because my back is really aching. It's not coming and going so I don't think it's contractions (I usually feel contractions start in my back).</div><div><br></div><div>11:00 am - Let Oreo out and head back to the bathroom. I can tell it's not going to be a good day when I have to pee every 20 minutes.</div><div><br></div><div>11:35 am - Let Oreo in and, you guessed it, back to the bathroom.</div><div><br></div><div>12:10 pm - Pee again. Both babies have decided to use my bladder and cervix as their own personal trampoline. Decide while I'm up I might as well eat lunch.</div><div><br></div><div>12:40 pm - finish eating my salad, clean up my dishes, let Oreo out to pee and head back to the bathroom for another pitstop. Make sure to refill my water before I set down.</div><div><br></div><div>1:00 pm - Decide to watch last nights Parenthood because I am procrastinating writing thank-you notes. I settle in the recliner hoping it will help my back.</div><div><br></div><div>1:15 pm - My mom drops off a casserole, salad and applie pie for our dinner. I chat with her and she eats a sandwich before heading back to work. Make a pitstop at the bathroom.</div><div><br></div><div>1:40 pm - back to watching Parenthood.</div><div><br></div><div>2:30 pm - I apparently dozed off and wake up feeling very crampy and achy in my lower abdomen and back. Everything feels like it's stretched to the max and my bladder is killing me. I get up, take some Tylenol, use the bathroom and refill my water.</div><div><br></div><div>3:00 pm - I cannot get comfortable or find relief. I get back up to use the bathroom and walk around the house for a couple of minutes hoping my back will ease up.</div><div><br></div><div>4:30 pm - Jay gets home from baseball practice and I burst into tears because I'm miserable. I have a couple of mild contractions but they aren't steady.</div><div><br></div><div>5:00 pm - Decide to go ahead and get up and shower. A photographer friend is coming over to take some belly shots. Maybe getting up and the hot water will help.</div><div><br></div><div>7:00 pm - Start photos.</div><div><br></div><div>9:00 pm - Eat dinner in the recliner. Finally my back isn't hurting as bad.</div><div><br></div><div>9:30 pm - Dose off in recliner.</div><div><br></div><div>10:45 pm - Jay wakes me up because I have to take my medicine at a specific time, one of which requires me to lay horizontally for an hour afterwards. I go through and wash my face, brush my teeth, take my meds and get in bed.</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>11:30 pm - Fall asleep.</div><div><br></div><div>5:00 am - Decide I'm not sleeping anymore apparently. Play on my phone, try to convince my body sleep is necessary. Make frequent trips to the bathroom.</div><div><br></div><div>6:15 am - I'm starving. I get up and eat powdered donuts and drink milk (super healthy).</div><div><br></div><div>6:30 am - Get back in bed hoping for more sleep.</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>So there you have it. A day in the life of bedrest at 32 weeks. Wild and crazy!</div><div><br></div><div><br></div>Clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05851425158146403598noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406643175851413260.post-64536990828827918612014-01-15T15:21:00.001-06:002014-01-15T15:21:18.012-06:00Our Little Sunshines<div><br></div>I thought I would post a couple of the newer ultrasound pictures. I think the boys have strikingly similar profiles, so I'm excited to see how similar or different they look at birth.<div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWRjePyjydgLDhe1huaG9yCBwqjAJ4ugN5lSpDhBG8Buf-wtp_JNuxMIhoCk7jHsO-0KSDCa51cDKc-y-hNtIKaMuija5GTe28ixd94TyC1txzqwXKPOPr971UeSCpnlBFBpb6jbu5dvm8/s640/blogger-image--492574816.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWRjePyjydgLDhe1huaG9yCBwqjAJ4ugN5lSpDhBG8Buf-wtp_JNuxMIhoCk7jHsO-0KSDCa51cDKc-y-hNtIKaMuija5GTe28ixd94TyC1txzqwXKPOPr971UeSCpnlBFBpb6jbu5dvm8/s640/blogger-image--492574816.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaOVIGVaU2aLewROiIQyJK05Z73iafoH6-48KdIeDAtCMBii2UYfmbihIkEUsWHycuYuU4obzUpnlH9BlIauZSzODxteerPnuBghoj4zLoZFmCQmfmKw3O0pSj6Qoh074-GX-wEdE-K9As/s640/blogger-image-156580741.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaOVIGVaU2aLewROiIQyJK05Z73iafoH6-48KdIeDAtCMBii2UYfmbihIkEUsWHycuYuU4obzUpnlH9BlIauZSzODxteerPnuBghoj4zLoZFmCQmfmKw3O0pSj6Qoh074-GX-wEdE-K9As/s640/blogger-image-156580741.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2XqLZI-Eyhox5yiergzyDeUbTq9-bTkdHpU-58mmoWDA7Fh0Thlh82fr09V-WRiU7UKi6SJuWuJFaWE2KgYAinmkxCwJaJY9aEQRmoJs3ReeHu3kieQEn6GKv7SzHVW0T-lUNRqqB7PXe/s640/blogger-image-1315273568.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2XqLZI-Eyhox5yiergzyDeUbTq9-bTkdHpU-58mmoWDA7Fh0Thlh82fr09V-WRiU7UKi6SJuWuJFaWE2KgYAinmkxCwJaJY9aEQRmoJs3ReeHu3kieQEn6GKv7SzHVW0T-lUNRqqB7PXe/s640/blogger-image-1315273568.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We think they are handsome little rockstars!</div><br></div><br></div><br></div><br></div><br></div><br></div><br></div><br></div>Clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05851425158146403598noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406643175851413260.post-6450766900218929082014-01-14T20:59:00.001-06:002014-01-14T20:59:21.455-06:0031 WeeksAs of yesterday, we are 31weeks pregnant! Every week is such a milestone now. It's crazy to think I've been on bedrest for 10 weeks! That's 2 and a half months. 10 weeks ago we were petrified, facing the very realistic thought that we could lose the babies we fought so long and so hard to have.<div><br></div><div>Today I had two doctor appointments. The first was at the high-risk specialist MFM Clinic. There are a group of doctors who rotate every four weeks, and today happened to be my favorite. As soon as he came into the room he exclaimed "look at that beautiful belly! Now that's what I like to see!" I hadn't seen him since I was 22 weeks. His bedside manner is amazing and he made me feel so much more comfortable about everything. My cervix is holding strong around 1.5 which is great for me in general. It's not bad either for someone carrying twins at this point. He said I do not have to go back weekly for cervical lengths anymore, because Dr. W can check me digitally from now on. I don't know if that's something to be excited about considering how bad it hurt last week, but I will take it. Now I will go every three weeks for growth scans to the MFM clinic.</div><div><br></div><div>I also visited Dr. W's office although I had to see her partner. It was a quick appointment and I basically moaned about how miserable I am. We talked about some pain relief options and also helping me sleep. Now I will see Dr. W weekly and also have weekly biophysical profiles and non-stress tests. This is typical for a twin pregnancy.</div><div><br></div><div>I'm hoping that the rest of my appoinents are as non-eventful as today, and that these babies decide to hang out inside mom for a few more weeks. However, I'm right around the corner from 32 which is a magic number, and I know that this is all in the Lord's hands. He knows exactly when these babies will make their debut.</div><div><br></div><div>I will leave with a picture from today. Not</div><div>A belly shot :) I laid back in the car while my sweet Mom ran my errands and returned a TON of things to Target for me.</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzN4JzEOUb03mOYGuGtu63NCLYeKu6o6Tc2Q-9ubPoX5QjLlU49QCEeCD-5sgnlhjW1cwsraRH3DNZ1hDdcMPuPxNjJIUs1L0Sbh_cgrCs_CATy-_vnJBZwX4rfBkAI2GXAirj-MfZI8Km/s640/blogger-image-156204558.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzN4JzEOUb03mOYGuGtu63NCLYeKu6o6Tc2Q-9ubPoX5QjLlU49QCEeCD-5sgnlhjW1cwsraRH3DNZ1hDdcMPuPxNjJIUs1L0Sbh_cgrCs_CATy-_vnJBZwX4rfBkAI2GXAirj-MfZI8Km/s640/blogger-image-156204558.jpg"></a></div> </div><div>PS - still rocking the maternity jeans I bought around 18 weeks. That secret fit panel ain't much of a secret anymore though ;-)</div><div><br></div><div><br></div>Clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05851425158146403598noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406643175851413260.post-32082712641710805632014-01-11T15:48:00.001-06:002014-01-11T15:49:21.907-06:00My Bump<div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Well, I fell off that weekly bump-date bandwagon fairly quickly, now didn't I? Granted, when you have been on bedrest for 10 weeks, the first 8 or so of which I literally did nothing but go from the bed to the bathroom and back, taking weekly photos is kind of difficult.</span></div><div><br></div><div>However, I tried to snap one as often as possible when I was up to visit the doctor.</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilA3mt1GAxT9Ri7icHE6alVEg9Wp8avV3Xh2DqOTxSffNBoDnoGpFGU-c13nqPW5XcyRyGzZbqWDnDUW6P6NcCLhuUF8z3hur7HTGVPuSkYn5QHWC_byLG_fp_4UqTD71z-RQgNA4eqo8X/s640/blogger-image-453948734.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilA3mt1GAxT9Ri7icHE6alVEg9Wp8avV3Xh2DqOTxSffNBoDnoGpFGU-c13nqPW5XcyRyGzZbqWDnDUW6P6NcCLhuUF8z3hur7HTGVPuSkYn5QHWC_byLG_fp_4UqTD71z-RQgNA4eqo8X/s640/blogger-image-453948734.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlJcbd5ZE9HDrVBUToGTZp8KqmsJP8vNpUA9PuxlW9qfT-VqLhiWkJdoX7JGJiizIMDFwVz0wZRJl_iN_yVrBmWvoQNEYdxDtnMJqaVIiVDkJgsl9YDtNciGRJsBi617dm28scFA5OtviU/s640/blogger-image--565982184.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlJcbd5ZE9HDrVBUToGTZp8KqmsJP8vNpUA9PuxlW9qfT-VqLhiWkJdoX7JGJiizIMDFwVz0wZRJl_iN_yVrBmWvoQNEYdxDtnMJqaVIiVDkJgsl9YDtNciGRJsBi617dm28scFA5OtviU/s640/blogger-image--565982184.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFcbZXkZomlT8WCEAjXG3oZRnFGUXUZjFrVWRYbltzraQSjalWn7cY049zg_CuzF6Kcpw3BQQ5pPzDQJM932kDuO7pAqn_Ub2ScXyhuh_HUeIOfpkwEDeMnjr8aYqIFJBSLcJ5t87Is5on/s640/blogger-image--161820394.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFcbZXkZomlT8WCEAjXG3oZRnFGUXUZjFrVWRYbltzraQSjalWn7cY049zg_CuzF6Kcpw3BQQ5pPzDQJM932kDuO7pAqn_Ub2ScXyhuh_HUeIOfpkwEDeMnjr8aYqIFJBSLcJ5t87Is5on/s640/blogger-image--161820394.jpg"></a></div><br></div><br></div>There's a weekly progression through Christmas, which was week 28.</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQpmRAGRtcyK_DCEZ30rG-CqHUqtm_itov_PhM6pZq6-RNYg_CXJZ0Lbw8OjHiJL2PSWULRD4rp4Sp6RfeHj6uHafQL4y9RryOTFVBM8a-vGA5F2cY4EcRrMBUCD6bHZtAHsDvRyk_cveG/s640/blogger-image-424645677.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQpmRAGRtcyK_DCEZ30rG-CqHUqtm_itov_PhM6pZq6-RNYg_CXJZ0Lbw8OjHiJL2PSWULRD4rp4Sp6RfeHj6uHafQL4y9RryOTFVBM8a-vGA5F2cY4EcRrMBUCD6bHZtAHsDvRyk_cveG/s640/blogger-image-424645677.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>Week 29 happened to fall around my baby shower, which I will give a little update on later. But here is a picture with my lovely Momma!</div><div><br></div><div>We didn't get a picture for week 30 because, well, things got kind of crazy that morning before we rushed to the doctor. I will try to get one Tuesday for week 31 because I'm telling you, this torpedo belly just keeps growing and growing!</div><div><br></div><div>The shirts I bought thinking would be big for most of my pregnancy - HA! I have hardly bought anything since being on bedrest other than several tank tops, a couple more pairs of leggings, and 5 pairs of fleece pj pants. Yes, you read that correctly. My daily uniform is a tank and pjs. Sometimes I might get crazy and throw on one of the four-ish long sleeve shirts that fit. But I try to save those for special occasions, you know, like going to the doctor.</div><div><br></div><div><br></div>Clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05851425158146403598noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406643175851413260.post-682913159844369532014-01-09T16:03:00.001-06:002014-01-09T16:03:06.831-06:00I Owe a RecapWow! I'm such a slacker. You would think that with 9+ weeks of bedrest I would have plenty of time to blog. I just haven't had a lot to say.<div><br></div><div>I am now 30 weeks 3 days! Woohoo! When we went in at 21 weeks for the cerclage, we basically were told making it to 24 weeks would be tough and making it last 27 would be a miracle. I am just so, so thankful to be in this position. If the babies decided to come at any time, they would survive with no lasting long term side effects. Praise be to GOD because I'm under no doubts whatsoever that this is all Him. He gets the glory.</div><div><br></div><div>These last four weeks have been a little crazy. I always have appointments on Tuesdays with both the Maternal Fetal Medicine doctors and also my regular OB/GYN, Dr. W.</div><div><br></div><div>The week before Christmas, the ultrasound showed some shrinking of my cervix, down to around 1.5. However, it wasn't steady. My cervix is very fluid and in a matter of a 3-minute ultrasound can vary over a centimeter. The MFM dr was throwing around inserting a pessary, which is a device that basically inflates inside the vaginal canal and holds the pressure of the cervix. My OB however felt it wasn't absolutely necessary and wanted to check again in a week.</div><div><br></div><div>The week of Christmas and New Year happened to fall where the MFM doctors weren't in Cape, so I saw my regular OB for ultrasounds and checks. The week of Christmas my cervix was back to measuring over 2.0 which for me was great. She even gave me her blessing to attend our family Christmas gatherings on Christmas Eve!</div><div><br></div><div>The week of New Years my regular OB was on vacation, so I saw her partner. Of course, with a different ultrasound tech AND different OB things had to have changed. My cervix was back down to 1.5 and since the doctor wasn't as familiar with my case she decided to admit me to L&D. Thankfully I was not contracting and after making some phone calls, she let me go home.</div><div><br></div><div>Tuesday I woke up planning to be at the MFM clinic by 8:00 for my appointment. Since it was a routine check, Justin planned on going to work so he can save his days for when the babies arrive and my mom was going to take me. However, when I got up to use the bathroom I had some light bleeding. I was terrified! That's the first sign, especially with a cerclage, that the cervix could be changing. I screamed through for Justin who ran in, threw on clothes, and flew to the school to get a substitute arranged. Of course, this was before the doctor office opened and then on-call number wouldn't work!! I finally got through to L&D at the hospital who told me to go straight to my MFM appointment (which is at the hospital with the L&D floor) to be checked.</div><div><br></div><div>Now, since our surprise admission the precious week, I got busy and already had a complete toiletry bag packed with everything both Justin & I needed (except of course things we use daily that couldn't be packed) and I had a clothing bag started as well. I finished getting dressed and threw everything else we needed in bags, and by the time Justin got back to the house I was ready to go.</div><div><br></div><div>After being examined by MFM, the ultrasound showed my cervix still at 1.5 and the cerclage still in place. That was a huge blessing - Gods work #2 of the day! (I will get back to #1). We also had a growth scan and both babies are perfectly healthy and BIG! God's work #3 of the day. The MFM nurse, who I adore, went ahead and called my doctor who was on the L&D floor finishing surgery and filled her in. Dr. W told me to meet her at her office instead of waiting for my appointment after lunch so she could check me as well. God's work #4.</div><div><br></div><div>Dr. W did a full internal exam (ouch) and also checked for dilation (double ouch) and discovered what she believed was an infection. She sent me immediately to be admitted to L&D for monitoring. God's work #4 of the day.</div><div><br></div><div>Once on the monitors it was almost immediately apparent I was contracting, though mild and sporadically, but I had no clue. Monday night I didn't sleep and was up frequently to pee and felt general discomfort, but none of the typical signs of contractions. I fully believe the bleeding was God's first way of working in our life that morning to alert me something was off. If if hadn't been for that, it would have taken the contractions becoming much more before I realized what was happening.</div><div><br></div><div>We went ahead and did the steroid injections to help mature the babies lungs just in case, along with treating my infection. After an overnight stay I'm glad to be home.</div><div><br></div><div>Where does this leave us? Right now I'm measuring 40 weeks so my uterus thinks it is full term. Mild sporadic contractions are normal. If they become painful, more than 4 an hour, or I notice bleeding or leaking of fluids, I call and head straight to L&D. Otherwise, back to bed rest and following up with weekly appointments.</div><div><br></div><div>We still need prayers these guys calm down and decide to stay in moms belly just a while longer!</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg663xM55xddMql1TPfIjkR_bfkLTdDkOVrFED_hTo_X3D02dDaANgDqRlCamueS1zdSUuh3Zkr1u8jSlLNnnZYp5TEIdqxZeAtok-7AbSlqUxyRbtLNRjhVVt69fiAQ9FLDgnOAGSlRs03/s640/blogger-image--180200140.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg663xM55xddMql1TPfIjkR_bfkLTdDkOVrFED_hTo_X3D02dDaANgDqRlCamueS1zdSUuh3Zkr1u8jSlLNnnZYp5TEIdqxZeAtok-7AbSlqUxyRbtLNRjhVVt69fiAQ9FLDgnOAGSlRs03/s640/blogger-image--180200140.jpg"></a></div>The one picture we took in the hospital - right before discharge!</div><div><br></div><div>I will be back with some bump updates, pictures from our shower, and maybe a Christmas recap?</div>Clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05851425158146403598noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406643175851413260.post-68254883309102216972013-12-24T23:12:00.001-06:002013-12-24T23:12:05.550-06:00Merry Christmas to All!<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxa_0jHLEqHlJ4zJ8qzeCJNphl67hDQvgAJ5S6uqN_YVc3ia1ygC4TYvON-6dbQp1o6akFA2i8gUEHa8XRhvVv6QQpGggSe0b2qSzgmX3e1v8az_X59U3rUAUw5v3e8m3-Sb4m0LUBf_F3/s640/blogger-image--1126158120.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxa_0jHLEqHlJ4zJ8qzeCJNphl67hDQvgAJ5S6uqN_YVc3ia1ygC4TYvON-6dbQp1o6akFA2i8gUEHa8XRhvVv6QQpGggSe0b2qSzgmX3e1v8az_X59U3rUAUw5v3e8m3-Sb4m0LUBf_F3/s640/blogger-image--1126158120.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5bfPHfFm4RbT-F6WPmtJha1Kchdn6GSxWo4n-xXDxOhZqOPbzU6dNiwXLiZJW5y5BunpWwgUWdizE5xtmAqdOW_kIi5YysjfV0O-BwIKuu9nIlBp6mDlXxi8r1Up3ir6_vUpqP1DtgjaS/s640/blogger-image-1314139637.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5bfPHfFm4RbT-F6WPmtJha1Kchdn6GSxWo4n-xXDxOhZqOPbzU6dNiwXLiZJW5y5BunpWwgUWdizE5xtmAqdOW_kIi5YysjfV0O-BwIKuu9nIlBp6mDlXxi8r1Up3ir6_vUpqP1DtgjaS/s640/blogger-image-1314139637.jpg"></a></div><br></div>Clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05851425158146403598noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406643175851413260.post-21078067934384785062013-11-25T14:11:00.001-06:002013-11-25T20:52:24.560-06:00Hairbows or Bowties? Footballs or Pom-Poms?<b><i>"Sons are a heritage from The Lord, children a reward from him. Like arrows in the hands of a warrior are sons born in one's youth. Blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them." Psalm 127:3-4.</i></b><br />
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Clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05851425158146403598noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406643175851413260.post-40078610904017048472013-11-25T13:51:00.001-06:002013-11-25T14:02:13.274-06:00A Long Overdue UpdateLet me begin by saying if you make it to the end of this mini-book I just wrote, congrats.<div><br></div><div>Wow. I know it has been such a long time since I've updated. Almost 9 weeks, give or take.<div><br></div><div>A lot has happened in those nine weeks. </div><div><br></div><div>First, I was just so sick during the beginning of the pregnancy. Honestly. I never really threw up, but I was nauseated all the time. Add to that unbelievable exhaustion and I could hardly function!</div><div><br></div><div>Then, around 16 weeks I turned a corner!</div><div><br></div><div>I finally felt human again. I wasn't sick, but starving :) I had a sudden burst of energy and we took advantage. Justin was super busy with football games, and we were gone a lot. We enjoyed the weekends and went out shopping, eating or to more football games when we could.</div><div><br></div><div>At 21 weeks we had our "big" ultrasound with maternal fetal medicine. We were both so, so excited! It was standard for our doctor to send multiple pregnancies to MFM for a Level II scan around this time. Not only were we excited to see our little peanuts, but to finally find out what they were.</div><div><br></div><div>We had big plans for the day. Justin took the entire day off as did I, and we planned to shop all afternoon for our little boys or girls. Plus, we were planning a big football themed gender reveal party the following weekend to announce the news to our families and friends!</div><div><br></div><div>The ultrasound started off great. We immediately saw the genders of our precious babies :) I thought Justin was going to crack his face from smiling so hard.</div><div><br></div><div>If anyone has had a Level II ultrasound, you know how long it is. They had to let me up between scanning Baby A and Baby B because I couldn't lay flat on my back that long. Soon, the tech was done and said she was getting the doctor (standard) to review the images and that they also wanted to check cervical length (again, standard - especially with twins).</div><div><br></div><div>The doctor came in and of course, I was a nervous wreck until he said the babies were both perfect and healthy. What a great praise! However, he said my cervix was measuring very short and also funneling, and that I would need to see my regular OB/GYN immediately.</div><div><br></div><div>Being our first pregnancy, neither Justin or I knew what was happening. The nurse told me to get dressed while she got a wheelchair and they would take me on upstairs to wait for my doctor to consult and decide what was next.</div><div><br></div><div>Again - we were still clueless! No one ever said, "Claire, we have to admit you straight to Labor/Delivery because you are going to need a procedure (or more) to keep your cervix closed." We had no clue until we got to the Labor/Delivery desk and they told Justin he had to go get me registered while I put on a gown.</div><div><br></div><div>Needless to say, the next minutes and hours were scary and stressful. I got changed and into a hospital bed while Justin went to admit me and call our parents. Neither of us knew what was going on or what was about to happen.</div><div><br></div><div>Justin made it back to my room and we settled in to wait. Finally my sweet nurse came in to find me in tears and explained as much as she could. Basically she thought I would be in the hospital for a few days and they were waiting for my OB to come examine me on her lunch break to decide what to do. </div><div><br></div><div>My parents arrived shortly before my OB came in, and my doctor finally explained what was happening. Basically, they needed to examine me, start some fluids and antibiotics, run a few tests and decide/prepare to perform surgery to place a cerclage. She did a physical exam and tentatively planned to perform the surgery the next morning, depending on the results of the tests and another ultrasound. She did tell me I would be there a few days.</div><div><br></div><div>That being said, we live an hour from the hospital and were not planning on staying. Since my parents were there, Justin left to run home and get everything we would need. </div><div><br></div><div>That evening was difficult. I was scared. We both were scared. All I wanted was someone to tell me my babies would be okay. Justin was such a sweetheart, and held me in the hospital bed while I cried and cried.</div><div><br></div><div>I was also terrified for the procedure. I've never been in the hospital until that point, and had never had a surgery and especially a spinal block..... I was freaked out.</div><div><br></div><div>That evening, we prayed together for both the babies and for our strength. For our doctor to make the right decision. Early Wednesday morning they took me to ultrasound and there was a slight change in my cervix. My doctor decided to wait and consult some other high-risk doctors, particularly those who dealt with multiple pregnancies. So my parents and Justin's, plus my sister and brother, ended up at the hospital waiting for a surgery that was canceled :) We decided that since the gender reveal was cancelled, we would just do it then. It was still a joyous moment telling them what the twins were.</div><div><br></div><div>Long story short, I had the cerclage placed successfully on Thursday morning. The procedure went well, and I did fantastic with the spinal. I had no issues and was up and walking within a couple of hours. Other than some bleeding and slight cramping afterwards, it wasn't too terrible.</div><div><br></div><div>So, where are we now? 24 weeks today and I have been on bedrest for three weeks tomorrow. The past two appointments show that my cervix has stretched somewhat and the cerclage is holding.</div><div><br></div><div>What do I need? Prayers. We need a lot of prayers. Today is a huge milestone, but these babies need to stay inside and develop much longer. Please pray, friends, that my cervix holds steady and that I don't have any pre-term labor issues. Please pray that I make it as far as possible at home on bedrest. We are taking this one day at a time. One week at a time. And I know with our God in control, we will make it.</div><div><br></div><div>He's never left my side. I know the reason I did so well in the surgery is because of Him. Justin prayed over me before I went back, and my doctor allowed him to stay in the room during the procedure. I felt so at peace the entire time. Even though I am scared, and the days are long, I know He will carry us through.</div><div><br></div><div>A few bump dates to catch up: </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2AGv53TtfOWO0icJWeqfuMpWvcaYft1dMfZncpVOBQKU5ueimOxlY6eEtRX9PTWkcylos9f_hzBZFy3rUTLqO-ybKaOv3Wi8Sa3dke0XBiZEM2lY2Cq3zW_A5iBrvRiBHk21QfoR76vFW/s640/blogger-image--1753396734.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2AGv53TtfOWO0icJWeqfuMpWvcaYft1dMfZncpVOBQKU5ueimOxlY6eEtRX9PTWkcylos9f_hzBZFy3rUTLqO-ybKaOv3Wi8Sa3dke0XBiZEM2lY2Cq3zW_A5iBrvRiBHk21QfoR76vFW/s640/blogger-image--1753396734.jpg"></a></div></div><div><br></div><div>16 weeks - feeling good.</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmeEo_J4npRth0pRUIOhgxeJ-pdX8ltgIc34l6pFsp-JfUkh1vecuU0faMmM9ouNEf87eAFBvJs3FL3_rYkmInWr_R11FEyQcNNM4vksq_OvxjY3U3992Hhsx4GpCKf0UjX85uFuE7YZ7f/s640/blogger-image--209082732.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmeEo_J4npRth0pRUIOhgxeJ-pdX8ltgIc34l6pFsp-JfUkh1vecuU0faMmM9ouNEf87eAFBvJs3FL3_rYkmInWr_R11FEyQcNNM4vksq_OvxjY3U3992Hhsx4GpCKf0UjX85uFuE7YZ7f/s640/blogger-image--209082732.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>17 weeks at my sweet cousin's football homecoming.</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkW3I6-ekShcJ4R8d-m2Szf_VBwWLUM0oeJYfHgd5nH4XVSCyBllP_wuOnjtIQh1RT52pJJ6z0aMfHy6kzod1uhqSggAy2ZTX0aKsYNkus2gYSgvYi-C2Amf193DTomoLeQvO-IvP3Br2I/s640/blogger-image--53670484.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkW3I6-ekShcJ4R8d-m2Szf_VBwWLUM0oeJYfHgd5nH4XVSCyBllP_wuOnjtIQh1RT52pJJ6z0aMfHy6kzod1uhqSggAy2ZTX0aKsYNkus2gYSgvYi-C2Amf193DTomoLeQvO-IvP3Br2I/s640/blogger-image--53670484.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">19 weeks - heading out for a date.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBaNdRBG_h11RpE0fmyUTxoNz1N0ucI0wb9dv-_G_2Rp7QP0WYbfZxmR7Ue5ZObiK354hGM4kPnbSCIQveRBxT1MAoeuJ35vF8RnF-NSA9nFGTwhwsT340r2iK8QM7ZEOE45cPlCYsIeTC/s640/blogger-image-868656761.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBaNdRBG_h11RpE0fmyUTxoNz1N0ucI0wb9dv-_G_2Rp7QP0WYbfZxmR7Ue5ZObiK354hGM4kPnbSCIQveRBxT1MAoeuJ35vF8RnF-NSA9nFGTwhwsT340r2iK8QM7ZEOE45cPlCYsIeTC/s640/blogger-image-868656761.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"> 23 weeks - heading to my weekly excursion to the doctor. My belly was measuring 29 WEEKS at that point!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Hopefully I will get back in the swing of things now. I do want to document this amazing experience.</div><br></div><br></div></div>Clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05851425158146403598noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406643175851413260.post-72623338481131051682013-09-22T20:19:00.001-05:002013-09-22T20:19:49.763-05:00Pregnancy: 15 Weeks<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNmKNzXy2IkEu7MPjPaaOAonnWkQzAUEDetxlH_1SvgzDjN_xhrzcj1-fMYrVQ4EMHTOIO4YHYpynVVlotb4xj2-N9WFDvRP5_5ox-bzg1REGF2VZUlaUGQD4FjdRTIHtpLR-H79yWDCyo/s640/blogger-image--343859747.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNmKNzXy2IkEu7MPjPaaOAonnWkQzAUEDetxlH_1SvgzDjN_xhrzcj1-fMYrVQ4EMHTOIO4YHYpynVVlotb4xj2-N9WFDvRP5_5ox-bzg1REGF2VZUlaUGQD4FjdRTIHtpLR-H79yWDCyo/s640/blogger-image--343859747.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b>How Far Along: </b>15 weeks</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b>Size of Babies: </b>Oranges! I can't believe I have two little oranges in my tummy.... No wonder it's sticking out.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b>Weight Gained: </b>At the last appointment I gained 3lbs (in 13 weeks). I have a feeling I will be picking up speed!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b>Maternity Clothes: </b>Yes, please. I have very few summer non-maternity clothes that fit. I'm planning on going through my fall/winter clothes this week, and I think I will have a few things that will work for a while. But in general, especially with pants, maternity clothes are the only clothes that are actually comfortable.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b>Sleep: </b>I'm still exhausted but it seems to be getting a little better. Some nights I sleep great and others I will toss and turn.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b>Cravings: </b>Nothing really crazy so far. I will get hooked on certain things and want to eat that all the time. Last week it was cream cheese and bagels. We will see what this week brings.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b>Best moment this week: </b>Having some professional announcement pics shot today by our lovely friend Leigh Ann Colson!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b>What I miss: </b>Energy!</div>Clairehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05851425158146403598noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8406643175851413260.post-64132119099024491222013-09-20T19:55:00.001-05:002014-02-17T18:41:39.046-06:00Double the Trouble!<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">God can do anything, you know—far more than you could ever imagine or guess or request in your wildest dreams! He does it not by pushing us around but by working within us, his Spirit deeply and gently within us. Ephesians 3:20</span><br />
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<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">Just for fun - and because I think they are beauties, here are our miracles in 3D (!!!!) at 6 weeks and then a regular ultrasound from 11 weeks. Check back soon for more details!</span></div>
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