Wednesday, April 28, 2010
New Trick Part II
Dallin has a new trick too. His trick is that he enjoys sticking his tongue out and making the cutest mischievous faces. He also will roll his tongue when he is happy or very upset. He now has five and a half teeth and it looks like he will soon get two more on the top. Yesterday he really started experimenting standing unassisted--Yikes! Way to go Dallin.
New Trick Part I
Cameron has a new trick. It isn't necessarily a good trick, but it is sure funny. Whenever he sees a camera come out he starts to shut his eyes. I don't think that this will last long, but it sure is cute!
Update: Cameron has yet to get a tooth. Dallin has his sixth tooth coming in and his brother is still all gums!
Update: Cameron has yet to get a tooth. Dallin has his sixth tooth coming in and his brother is still all gums!
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Memories of Bedrest
Yesterday I looked at Cameron's belly button and saw a couple of tiny pieces of dried up umbilical cord. Weird huh! I cant believe they were still tiny pieces in there. That may have been a world record! When I saw that I remembered what they were like when they were first born...
It is almost exactly today that all of the drama started. I am talking about the time that I was teaching and started experiencing back pain. All of that led to a week and a half long hospital stay and a month of bed rest. Wow. I cannot believe that a year has gone by since that time. As I grow older, I get a little sentimental about strange things like thinking about this time last year.
Bed rest was quite an interesting experience. I remember being so anxious and nervous. I remember wanting the babies to 'bake' as long as possible so that they wouldn't have to stay in the NICU after they were born.
I remember when I made it to 37 weeks along. I was so proud of myself. My goal throughout the whole pregnancy was to make it to 37 weeks. Well at 37 1/2 weeks they were born, and didn't have to stay in the NICU.
I have much to be grateful for. Two beautiful boys, a wonderful husband, wonderful family members, and a great life. I am sure that this next month will bring a lot of memories for myself and I especially look forward to celebrating the day that we went from a couple of Flakes to a couple of parent Flakes and a couple of baby Flakes.
Disclaimer: I DO bath and clean the babies on a regular basis. They get baths every night as well as frequent cleanings during the day. The umbilical cord pieces were in the deepest caverns in Cameron's belly button and were not left there because I neglect to clean my babies.
Saturday, April 17, 2010
Monday, April 12, 2010
I Won
Me.
I did it.
The girl who doesn't know where Villanova and Cornell are.
The girl who doesn't follow sports.
I was the first place winner in a game with ten players.
I did all of the research myself and went against the crowd who chanted Kansas.
I chanted Duke.
I find myself walking with a bouncier step.
I find myself smiling randomly.
Some may say it is not that big of a deal.
To me, it is.
I did it.
I won.
I did it.
The girl who doesn't know where Villanova and Cornell are.
The girl who doesn't follow sports.
I was the first place winner in a game with ten players.
I did all of the research myself and went against the crowd who chanted Kansas.
I chanted Duke.
I find myself walking with a bouncier step.
I find myself smiling randomly.
Some may say it is not that big of a deal.
To me, it is.
I did it.
I won.
Sunday, April 11, 2010
A Very Sad Day
Last Wednesday Cameron had a runny nose. That was no big surprise to me because Dallin had contracted a small cold and his nose had been running for a few days.
It was a different story on Thursday.
I woke up to a sick baby. He was fussy and it seemed like his breathing was unusually fast and wheezy. It seemed like as the day wore on his breathing became more and more labored. I called Darin and told him that he needed to come home so that we could take him to the urgent care. We loaded up the babies and after an hour wait, Cameron was seen by the doctor. She told us that she didn't like how he was breathing and that we should take him immediately to the ER. She recommended that we take him to a children s hospital in the middle of Jacksonville. She told us that it probably wasn't serious enough to take an ambulance, but we needed to get him there right away.
We finally arrived at the hospital and after an initial examination they quickly begun breathing treatments. Those treatments weren't as effective as they would have liked and so they x-rayed his chest and tested him for RSV. Thankfully the chest x-rays didn't show pneumonia the RSV test came back negative. After waiting there for hours they diagnosed him with bronchiolitis.
Since we are away from family and don't know anybody in Jacksonville we had to not only take care of Cameron, but look after Dallin and keep him occupied as well. After being at the hospital for hours, they told us that they would need to keep Cameron overnight to give him more treatments and monitor his breathing.
By the time that we actually got to the hospital room it was after 11:30. Dallin was asleep in his car seat and Cameron was very miserable and did not want to be put down. We finally decided that Darin and Dallin would go home and try and get as much rest as possible and I would stay with Cameron.
They left to go home and the nurse hooked Cameron up to all sorts of little monitors. Much to his enjoyment and my dismay there were "fun" cords all over him. It took a substantial effort to make sure they were not all promptly ripped off. By the time the nurses left us to sleep it was 12:30ish. Cameron actually slept fine and he enjoyed all of the attention from mommy and the other nurses and doctors at the hospital.
I was especially grateful that he didn't need an IV. I was concerned when he didn't really seem interested in breakfast. I tried to breastfeed him and he refused so I tried to feed him some mashed bananas. I only got him to eat a couple of spoonfuls. He was coughing a lot and when I was holding him he threw up all over me. I changed Cameron into the outfit he was wearing the previous day but I didn't have any extra clothes to change into. I just had to wait for Darin to come and bring me some extra clothes. Nasty. After he cleared out his stomach contents on me, he was once again interested in eating.
Darin called in sick from work and came with Dallin as soon as he could. They continued to monitor him and make sure that his breathing was stable. It was really sad for us to see him hooked up to all of the monitors, but we were relieved that he had improved a great deal.
Thankfully that evening we returned home and he has continued to do a lot better. He and Dallin are back getting into mischief and enjoying life. That was so scary. It really makes you realize how blessed you are when your kids are healthy and happy. Sometimes I take that blessing for granted. I know that there are some people whose kids are in the hospital for days and months at a time. That would take a lot of faith. My heart really goes out to those parents. I am so grateful for my beautiful boys and am so grateful that my sweet Cameron is well again.
It was a different story on Thursday.
I woke up to a sick baby. He was fussy and it seemed like his breathing was unusually fast and wheezy. It seemed like as the day wore on his breathing became more and more labored. I called Darin and told him that he needed to come home so that we could take him to the urgent care. We loaded up the babies and after an hour wait, Cameron was seen by the doctor. She told us that she didn't like how he was breathing and that we should take him immediately to the ER. She recommended that we take him to a children s hospital in the middle of Jacksonville. She told us that it probably wasn't serious enough to take an ambulance, but we needed to get him there right away.
We finally arrived at the hospital and after an initial examination they quickly begun breathing treatments. Those treatments weren't as effective as they would have liked and so they x-rayed his chest and tested him for RSV. Thankfully the chest x-rays didn't show pneumonia the RSV test came back negative. After waiting there for hours they diagnosed him with bronchiolitis.
Since we are away from family and don't know anybody in Jacksonville we had to not only take care of Cameron, but look after Dallin and keep him occupied as well. After being at the hospital for hours, they told us that they would need to keep Cameron overnight to give him more treatments and monitor his breathing.
By the time that we actually got to the hospital room it was after 11:30. Dallin was asleep in his car seat and Cameron was very miserable and did not want to be put down. We finally decided that Darin and Dallin would go home and try and get as much rest as possible and I would stay with Cameron.
They left to go home and the nurse hooked Cameron up to all sorts of little monitors. Much to his enjoyment and my dismay there were "fun" cords all over him. It took a substantial effort to make sure they were not all promptly ripped off. By the time the nurses left us to sleep it was 12:30ish. Cameron actually slept fine and he enjoyed all of the attention from mommy and the other nurses and doctors at the hospital.
I was especially grateful that he didn't need an IV. I was concerned when he didn't really seem interested in breakfast. I tried to breastfeed him and he refused so I tried to feed him some mashed bananas. I only got him to eat a couple of spoonfuls. He was coughing a lot and when I was holding him he threw up all over me. I changed Cameron into the outfit he was wearing the previous day but I didn't have any extra clothes to change into. I just had to wait for Darin to come and bring me some extra clothes. Nasty. After he cleared out his stomach contents on me, he was once again interested in eating.
Darin called in sick from work and came with Dallin as soon as he could. They continued to monitor him and make sure that his breathing was stable. It was really sad for us to see him hooked up to all of the monitors, but we were relieved that he had improved a great deal.
Thankfully that evening we returned home and he has continued to do a lot better. He and Dallin are back getting into mischief and enjoying life. That was so scary. It really makes you realize how blessed you are when your kids are healthy and happy. Sometimes I take that blessing for granted. I know that there are some people whose kids are in the hospital for days and months at a time. That would take a lot of faith. My heart really goes out to those parents. I am so grateful for my beautiful boys and am so grateful that my sweet Cameron is well again.
Karma
Last Monday marked a special event. It was the first time we flew on an airplane with twins! It was an all day event because we were flying from Salt Lake to Atlanta to Jacksonville, Florida.
It was a very interesting experience to travel via air with two babies. First came all of the packing. It seemed like we were trying to shove things in every nook and cranny of our luggage. We took: two pack and play's, two high chairs, two car seats with the bases, two large blankets, toys, diaper bag, stroller with canopy, baby food, a boppy, our two bags, and two bags of the babies clothes. Unfortunately we choose to fly on Delta so we had to pay for all of our luggage. We spent a grand total of $120.00 on the luggage (After that little expense I made an internal pact to always fly on Southwest because they don't charge for the first two bags of luggage).
As we walked around the airport we got a lot of the usual comments. We heard a lot of, "Double trouble," and "You must have your hands full." We have become accustomed to comments like this and most of the time people are just being friendly. We ran into one woman, however, who had a different agenda with her comments...
It was a middle-aged woman with bleach-blonde hair. She had a couple of little kids with her and her husband. At first she started by saying, "Look at those cute babies. Twins!" She then looked down at her little girl and said, not in a soft whispering voice, but in a loud voice, "I sure hope that they aren't sitting in the back of the plane because that is where we are sitting. I hope that they are sitting at the very front of the plane. Far away from us."
I then had an incredible urge to turn to her and say a nasty comment back to her. Instead of succumbing to my desire, I ignored her and focused on boarding the plane.
As luck and fate would sometimes have it, we were sitting in the back. Right in front of old bleach-blonde.
I am happy to report that throughout the entire plane ride the babies were fabulous. They ate their snacks, played with their toys, and both took a long nap. Old bleach-blonde's kids were the obnoxious ones. They were whiney, cried out really loud, and had strewn food and toys all over. Such is karma.
In their defense, the husband was actually really nice. But at one point on the plane ride Cameron was sleeping peacefully in my arms and he actually asked me if we drugged our kids. I answered no and he informed me that when his kids were younger they would hop them up on benadryl and then they would sleep through the entire plane ride. I didn't agree with that and for the second time that day, I bit my tongue to that family.
The babies did really well that day and we made it to Jacksonville without any major catastrophe's besides old bleach-blonde, a poop out in Atlanta, and the absence of the bottom part of the car-seat base (another reason I will try and always fly Southwest).
As the babies' first plane ride ended we snapped these photos (as I got the camera out and was taking the photo old bleach-blonde had to mutter a final comment of "Give me a break.") As their family exited the plane with kids crying, the only thing on my mind was: Karma.
P.S. I would like to give a big shout out to the family that was seated in front of me. They traded seats with us, were very polite to us, helped us with our luggage, and even shared some of their treats with us. Thanks.
It was a very interesting experience to travel via air with two babies. First came all of the packing. It seemed like we were trying to shove things in every nook and cranny of our luggage. We took: two pack and play's, two high chairs, two car seats with the bases, two large blankets, toys, diaper bag, stroller with canopy, baby food, a boppy, our two bags, and two bags of the babies clothes. Unfortunately we choose to fly on Delta so we had to pay for all of our luggage. We spent a grand total of $120.00 on the luggage (After that little expense I made an internal pact to always fly on Southwest because they don't charge for the first two bags of luggage).
As we walked around the airport we got a lot of the usual comments. We heard a lot of, "Double trouble," and "You must have your hands full." We have become accustomed to comments like this and most of the time people are just being friendly. We ran into one woman, however, who had a different agenda with her comments...
It was a middle-aged woman with bleach-blonde hair. She had a couple of little kids with her and her husband. At first she started by saying, "Look at those cute babies. Twins!" She then looked down at her little girl and said, not in a soft whispering voice, but in a loud voice, "I sure hope that they aren't sitting in the back of the plane because that is where we are sitting. I hope that they are sitting at the very front of the plane. Far away from us."
I then had an incredible urge to turn to her and say a nasty comment back to her. Instead of succumbing to my desire, I ignored her and focused on boarding the plane.
As luck and fate would sometimes have it, we were sitting in the back. Right in front of old bleach-blonde.
I am happy to report that throughout the entire plane ride the babies were fabulous. They ate their snacks, played with their toys, and both took a long nap. Old bleach-blonde's kids were the obnoxious ones. They were whiney, cried out really loud, and had strewn food and toys all over. Such is karma.
In their defense, the husband was actually really nice. But at one point on the plane ride Cameron was sleeping peacefully in my arms and he actually asked me if we drugged our kids. I answered no and he informed me that when his kids were younger they would hop them up on benadryl and then they would sleep through the entire plane ride. I didn't agree with that and for the second time that day, I bit my tongue to that family.
The babies did really well that day and we made it to Jacksonville without any major catastrophe's besides old bleach-blonde, a poop out in Atlanta, and the absence of the bottom part of the car-seat base (another reason I will try and always fly Southwest).
As the babies' first plane ride ended we snapped these photos (as I got the camera out and was taking the photo old bleach-blonde had to mutter a final comment of "Give me a break.") As their family exited the plane with kids crying, the only thing on my mind was: Karma.
P.S. I would like to give a big shout out to the family that was seated in front of me. They traded seats with us, were very polite to us, helped us with our luggage, and even shared some of their treats with us. Thanks.
Now I Know
Darin and I were so grateful when we were expecting the babies because there were always people who would give us nice hand-me-down clothes. Some of the babies' most used outfits came from other peoples children. Most if not all of the clothes were between the ages 0-6 months. I always wondered why there weren't very many of the larger sizes? Know I know!
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