Monday, December 8, 2008

I'm procrastinating by doing what I usually procrastinate and don't do... interesting.

The best of intentions, right? I thought that I would at least feel some drive to do this, to record these moments. And I do, really. Every day that goes by and that they grow and change I wish that I could freeze time; I wish that I could find some way to make them always do the wonderful things they do. Yet days go by and I never make the time to do this. It's definitely a personality flaw.

So, there is so much that I've missed recording. New teeth, unbirthdays, standing, sickness, preschool, trips, tears... I can't go back. So I'll start with what I know right now.

Annabella is computering with me right now. Her input: I love Annabella. I love Daddy. I love Mama. I love GeeGee. I love Papa. I love my 'nother Papa. He's Nonna's friend. Where did my 'nother Papa went? What's in here? Bubbles? You pop 'em. Pop 'em for me, Mama.

Yeah, she's focused like her Mama is, that one.

Okay, new story. She never wants to name anything. We have to give all her "friends" names. So, yesterday she is playing horsie and Charlie asks her what the horse's name is. She says, "Fuggit." Erm. It wasn't exactly that. It was just what that sounds like, with her inflection matching her daddy's inflection - spot on. She then proceeds to repeat it about a million times. So glad that he's the one that taught her that one. Good job, honey.

The peach is her peachy self. She is sweet as can be, as long as I don't do anything to anger her. If I dare to leave the room against her wishes - watch out world. Turtle-man is king of the giggles. Man, can that one laugh.

More later, must bathe. Priorities, you know.

Saturday, July 12, 2008

Saturday again? Already?

Each day in itself is long... sometimes so long I wonder if it will ever end. But a week seems to fly past before I even realize it has happened, and the months keep adding up. It's such a strange sensation of standing still and speeding along all at the same time.

The things I want to remember:

Annabella waking up in the morning and calling out "Mom-may, I'm all done sleeping. Can I come out?" The first thing she wants to see is her babies ("Where my babies?")

The poor thing has trouble with getting her poops out. She says it hurts her feelings. Lol.

Lorelei started rolling this week. It almost seems like she did it just to get us to stop thinking she couldn't. She did it a few times - in front of me or Geegee, but isn't really motivated to do it again.

Both babies are teething. Ugh. Last Sunday was this glorious night of sleep - they went down early and Lorelei slept 8 hours, Sawyer 6, me 4... what an improvement. Followed by an entire week of relentless crying and refusal to sleep longer than 1 hour at a time. Around the clock. Staggered. I thought I was going to leave them on the porch so that the wild animals could take them and raise them as their own. Then, last night, Sawyer slept 7 hours, Lorelei 6, me 4 again. Thanks kiddos. I love you.

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

How we got here

I realized after I posted last night that I just jumped from pregnancy posts to three months out without even talking about the arrival of these little ones. I have to remedy that, so I'm going to try for a birth story - at least the parts of it that I can remember.

It starts in Target, as all good things do. I was doing some last minute shopping, riding in style on the motorized cart. The doctor's office called and offered me a c-section date the day before Boogs's birthday. I asked if there wasn't anything sooner, because at that point I would have been happy with giving birth right there in Target. The nurse said she would speak to Dr. Dill and call me back.
When the call back came, the date was February 29. Leap year. It seemed like a good enough day for a birthday to me, so I agreed. Now I just had to wait.

February 29th came. Charlie and I left for the hospital early that morning. I was scheduled for 10, which had been moved up from the original time of 1. We got checked in and I went back to change and get my IV and stuff done. Charlie came back to wait with me until it was time to go.

It was really different to go into the operating room vs. the labor room. Everything was much more clinical and I started getting nervous. They set me up to do the spinal, which wasn't horrible, but sent a shooting pain down into my leg and foot and made me jump. It was strange to be laying flat on the table waiting for them to do something. I felt completely helpless.

Charlie came in after everything was ready, and as they were starting the surgery he and the nurse were talking about traffic. I just laid there thinking I couldn't believe this was what they were discussing while I was getting sliced open. There was a lot of pulling and pressure, which was uncomfortable, but didn't hurt. Then I heard someone say, "I see a foot!"

Lorelei Bradley, the little peach, was born at 10:18. She weighed in a 7 lbs 8 oz and was 19 3/4 inches long. A minute later Sawyer Patrick, my turtle-man, entered the world. He was 7 lbs 6 oz and 20 inches long. Both babies were great from the start - pink, healthy, and pissed off at being taken out of their comfy little home!

Right after the babies were out, Anne tried to come over to let me hold one of them. She said she looked at me and said, "She doesn't look so good" to the anesthesiologist. According to her, I was a completely different color. Dr. Dill looked over the curtain and asked for blood, stat. I started feeling pretty sick, like I might throw up. I just kept wishing they would be done. At some point there was a Kill Bill moment, where a fountain of blood shot across the curtain screening my view. I remember thinking it would be funny, if I didn't feel so icky.
What I didn't know then - or for a long time after - was just how bad it was. Anne later told my mom and Charlie that she was really worried. I lost a lot of blood, fast. The anesthesiologist wasn't agreeing with the doc's orders, the blood took a while to get there. Things were not good. I'm glad I didn't realize that it could have ended right there.

Once they were finished closing the incision and things had stabilized, they picked me up to move me to another bed. I remember going, "Wooo!" when they lifted me. Then the doors opened, and I don't remember anything until I opened my eyes in the recovery room. There was a lady talking to me like she knew me, but I didn't know who she was. She told me they were still getting more blood into me. Then I don't remember anything until Charlie was there, with Peach. He wanted to let me hold her, but I was too scared I would drop her or fall asleep again. The next thing I knew, they said I was ready to go to my room.

Everyone was there, which was nice, but confusing. I kept apologizing because I couldn't keep my eyes open. Every time I sat up I felt like I was going to throw up or pass out. I was too scared to hold the babies. Needless to say, it wasn't my ideal post-labor experience. However, I got exactly what I wanted - two beautiful, healthy, wonderful children - so in that sense it was a complete success.

Tuesday, June 10, 2008


Yeah, that's me. I start with such good intentions. Well, the best I can do is try again, so that is what I shall do.

Let's start with what is new. The biggest (or should I say smallest?) new thing is Baby Colton! Savannah actually got to have a baby sized baby. He even makes the twins look ginormous! He has the nicest, shiniest dark hair and great lips and big ol' hands and feet. What a cutie!

Turtle and Peach hardly seem like babies anymore! Little Turtle-man is rolling over like crazy. It is only to one side, and usually results in him rolling into his sister and both crying for me to fix things for them. They are both smiley little flirts. They are very into B-I-N-G-O, Itsy Bitsy Spider, and being outside.

Miss Boogs is such a sweet girl. She asked to go for a picnic in the park today, so that is just what we did. At least in my own "how can I make this easier" way. We hit Mickey D's for a happy meal, then parked it with the babies for some slide time. Turtle slept through the visit quite happily, but the Peach wanted to be held the whole time. I put her down so I could join Boogs for a ride down the slide before we had to run due to a poopy one - she always seems to go just when she is happy about playing (like every time we hit the play area in the mall!).

I'm off to shower while all three are sleeping. Bliss!

Wednesday, January 9, 2008

But I'm not ready!

I'm in bed this morning, sleeping peacefully, when I start hearing a noise that wakes me up. It's this "click, click" type noise and I lay there for a while trying to figure out where it was coming from. First I thought someone was tapping on our window, but that didn't make sense. Then I thought maybe the ceiling fan was broken, but nope. So I drag my giant preggo self out of bed, get to the door and look at Annabella's door. And I see the doorknob wiggle "click, click."

I open the door to little boogs standing there with her duck bank saying, "Mama, duck heavy" (except when she says it heavy sounds like heaby - so cute!). But back to the point of all this . . . What!?! She's not supposed to be climbing out of her crib. Now we have issues. Doing it once means it is on for good. She was so proud of herself even though I kept saying, "Dangerous. You scared Mama." She was too happy to notice my unhappiness.

So, good for her. Bad for me. We went to pick up a toddler bed from Mammy Janice tonight. We'll see how this all works out. I'm not ready for this!

Tuesday, January 8, 2008

Something is better than nothing, right?

Can I just make that my new philosophy? Then it will explain why despite trying to "clean" my room this morning it looks worse than it did when I started. Or why this is only my second post. Or why I had to have Charlie pick up dinner on the way home because I just couldn't stand in the kitchen and cook.

Don't get me wrong. I am happy to be able to do any of this. No bedrest, no real complications. There was a scare this past weekend. Suddenly the vision in my right eye went all blurry. I felt dizzy and strange. Follow that up with a piercing headache in the middle of the night and we ended up at the hospital for monitoring. Luckily everything looks alright and the babies are kickin the crap out of me just as much. It may be that all this is caused by my borderline gestational diabetes. Hopefully my appointment tomorrow will give me some answers. If not, at least I have a massage to look forward to :)

Tuesday, January 1, 2008

something new

I'm not keeping with with the baby book (or anything!) like I should these days, so I thought that I would try this a different way. I spend more time on the computer that sitting down with the baby book, so maybe there will actually be something for the little kidoodle to look back on this way.
This is my current favorite picture of her, taken by her daddy on Christmas Eve. It pretty much captures who she is right now: so full of craziness, energy, enthusiasm. She is such a bundle of sunshine!