Twin Tales ~ 2 month Stats

Wow! I just can't believe that 2 months have already gone by. The babies are growing so fast and are really getting cute. They are both smiling and cooing away. Bernadette is finally getting use to the car seat and is ok in it (not moving) for a while now. We started back at StrollerFit and now I have to get her use to the stroller. Timothy is a trooper as always. I am so glad that he is such a laid back baby. He really is so much like Andrew. Both Timothy's and Bernadette's hair is growing/growing back in and they both had super short hairs sticking up all over their heads. Bernadette has a few really long (original) hairs here and there. When those are sticking up she reminds me of a Muppet.

They had their 2 month check up on Sept. 7th and both passed with flying colors. Their doctor was impressed with all their weight gain and Bernadette is finally on the charts for weight, especially since I am still nursing them. They are sleeping ok at night. We usually get one good 4-5 hour stretch and then it's the every 3 hours. They are really starting to enjoy playing on the floor now. They kick their legs and wave their arms when we shake or dangle toys.

Here are their stats:

Bernadette:
Weights: 8 lbs 15 oz 10th percentile
Height: 21.5 inches 19th percentile
Head Circumference: 14.5 inches 9th percentile
Likes: The swing, shaking the rattle and being held facing forward or on your shoulder
Dislikes: The car seat

Timothy:
Weight: 9 lbs 14 oz 13th percentile
Height: 22 inches 18th Percentile
Head Circumference: 15.16 inches 18th percentile
Likes: The pacifier, dangling toys, and being held in the cradle position
Dislikes: Waking up in the mornings and getting his diaper changed.

Both babies gained about the same amount of weight and grew the same amount as Andrew did between his 2 week and 8 week appointments. That makes me feel better since Bernadette was so small when she was born. Everyone is right on track.

"Time Heals All Wounds"?

Today wasn't as bad as I thought. It was one year ago today (as most of you know) that I had a miscarriage at 12 weeks. I only cried a little bit last night. The miscarriage really hit me hard and it has taken a really long time for the hurt in my heart to turn in to an ache. That experience was the worst thing that has ever happened to me. I have never experience such pain, physically, emotionally or mentally. I mean I labored for 2 days at home to pass everything and still had to have a D & C. And I mean labored; it was worse than my labor with Andrew. The cramps were so strong that it actually induced milk production. That didn't help any with the healing process either. I was actually schedule to have my procedure on that Monday, but of course, nature stepped in on Sunday night, then at the doctor's the next day it looked like most everything had passed so she gave me some medicine, methergine I think, to help me contract the rest out. Well, evidently I had a bad reaction to it, the lights started flickering, then I started throwing up. So, not only was I having contractions I was also puking. UGH! So, went in on Tuesday and the doctor decided to do the D & C any way. Thank GOD for that. She told Marc after it was done that I still had a lot of tissue build up and probably would have continued like this for a few more days. Could you imagine? If, God forbid, this ever happens to you my advice is to get the D & C. You go in go to sleep and it is done. Then you can start healing all of you. I was a bit anxious about that; I had never been put under before, but it wasn't bad. I think maybe one of the reasons it upset me for so long was that the due date was almost the same as Andrew's so I knew exactly what should have been going on each month and it was hard not to think about when I should have been feeling the baby move or how we would have been finding out the sex around Thanksgiving and so on. Then, not to mention the fact that we started trying again as soon as we got the ok and still no luck. I mean, I was so happy to have gotten pregnant all on my own. We only tried for 3 months before we found out we were going to have baby number 2, then it was all gone. It is so frustrating! We have been TTC with help now since January!!! The past 12 months have been tough and I feel like I deserve, maybe that is too strong of a word, need something celebrate for myself. Sometimes it is the hardest thing to do, trust in God's plan for you, when is seems not to be the same as yours. I just have to trust and pray that He will give me strength, healing, patience and understanding. And thanks to everyone who was and has been so nice to me through out all my trials this year.

OUCH!

If you read my post yesterday you know that I cut my leg. Well, it turns out that some of the skin on the back of my leg is allergic (I guess) to the adhesive on band aids. The skin under one of the band aids I put on Monday night blistered, then came off when I took off the band aid! No wonder my leg hurt so much that night. The cut itself looks like nothing more than a scrape, but it sure bled a lot. Now, this only happened in one little spot (the closest to my inner leg) and not where any other of the band aids were. How strange, but I shouldn't be surprised, the skin on the inside of my upper arms is the same. It blisters under band aids, yet the skin on the outside of my arm is just fine, as well as, the skin on my lower are. I'm so strange.

First Trip to the Dentist

Today was Andrew's first dental visit. He did great for the exam. He opened his mouth real wide for the hygienist, Linda (who is great by the way), to brush and floss his teeth. He even liked it when she squirted water in his mouth and sucked it out. She said his teeth look great, no plaque or other build up, yay! He has all 20 teeth he should have at this age and we will go back in February for his next check up. He just loves his new yellow tooth brush and couldn't make up his mind what prize he wanted when it was all over. He settled for a super ball. Now, I said he did great for the exam, but the wait wasn't so good. He through an ungodly fit in the waiting room because he couldn't "write on the paper", you know all the forms you have to fill out when you get there. He actually plopped down in the floor and was crying. I was so embarrassed. I am sure everyone was thinking that kid is going to be hell for the exam. He's just my little Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.

Another funny for you. I now know why you aren't suppose to play ball in the house. I had no idea a beach ball could cause so much damage. Last night Andrew was throwing his blow up beach ball to me and Marc when it hit a drinking glass that was sitting on the end table. The glass seemed to explode. I think the ball actually knocked it over and it hit the lamp and broke. There was glass everywhere. Another good reason to have a gate on the stairs, we "locked" Andrew there while we picked up all the glass. Then on my way to the garbage with the broken glass in trash bag, the bag brushed against my led and I got a decent sized cut there. Poor Marc who hates blood had to put band aids on my leg (twice). It still hurts today. UGH!