My Story

The chronicle of the journey from infertility, to miscarriage, to finally raising twin girls born in June 2012.

Tuesday, August 7, 2012

Spraying down the house

Seriously, if you want to have a baby, or two, marry a man or woman (mama's choice!) like mine.

K doesn't do things for points, or because I convince him to, or because I make him, he does things because he if sees a way to make me happy, that's what he wants to do.

The other night, that meant staying up with 2 fussy babies without even telling me to expect to sleep through the night and just letting me do it.  I woke up around 9am very confused as to why I hadn't pumped for over 8 hours.

There is a price to pay for this my friends.  I woke up damp, sore, and looking like a porn star.  I went into the bathroom and gingerly removed the pads and my sleeping bra.  You have to do it gingerly because even that much handling of the boobies hurts when you're that full.  Well, the weight of my full breast against my rib cage was enough to squeeze out a stream of milk.  Yes, I sprayed down the bathroom with breast milk.  Not a drip, not a leak, but a spray like a super soaker.  D'oh!

Other random bits and pieces -

Charlotte is threatening to actually smile at me.  Neither one of them have smiled in response to anything yet, just a few facial ticks that look like smiles when sleeping, but they're starting to look at me with a hint of recognition.  I'm really looking forward to that smile, that connection.  Any day now I think.

I'm pretty sure Tina flashed the devil horns in her sleep today.  The awesomeness is inherent.

I think we're growing out of the newborn sized diapers and into 1's.  Yay!  We're going to have to start trying to use some cloth diapers in earnest soon.  It's difficult when they are so small, but they are about a pound or two away from fitting into some of the fancy schmancy diapers I bought while pregnant.

We're starting to use Gripe Water.  They've decided to generally be fussy between about 10pm-3am.  So far the gripe water seems to be working a little bit, but then again, we tend not to give it to them until they've been fussing for a long time, so it might just be that they wear themselves out shortly after we give it to them. I don't care if it's just a placebo, at least I can feel like I'm trying something when they are upset.

I went into the nursery to find that our little kitty had snuck in past me at some point and was sleeping on the table next to the crib guarding her girls.

Official 2 month doctors appointment tomorrow.  I'm curious to see how they are looking on the growth charts.  Since at 2 months they are around 7-8lbs, that's probably still too small for their age to be on the regular charts, but as long as their own growth lines follow the right path, it's ok.

2 comments:

  1. Had to laugh at the spraying down the bathroom. My cousin seemed to always spray her baby boy in the face. Exciting that they are almost smiling!

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  2. The smiling will help lift your spirits and it will also help with feeling the connection. My son just started interacting more and it is awesome! However, I still feel like I'm battling depression and I've been too scared to take the damn drugs they gave me. I have horrible guilt over going back to work in a little over a week and my son will start daycare in a little over 3 weeks. My hubby and a friend are watching him for 2 weeks so he can get a little older because he was born early and I'm paranoid his immune system isn't strong enough.
    I'm slowly starting to convince myself everything will be ok and I do enjoy so many moments with my son but I don't feel like there is anything I would do for just myself any more. And you are right, primarily I feel numb a lot when I'm not interacting or focusing on something with my son. So I wanted to thank you for your post and now I feel like I'm not alone in what I'm going through. Take comfort in knowing you are helping at least me and hopefully yourself as well!

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