What I Did On My Summer Vacation.
Wait, what summer? WHAT VACATION??? People, that was entirely too fast.
I did lots of things actually. But the best thing I did was make these people.
Introducing Talia Grace and Lucy Caroline – the newest members of our little pile of people. (Cheat sheet – Lucy is fair; Talia has the dark hair.)
This should be an OH HEY LOOK THEY WERE BORN! post, but it isn’t really – they are in fact two months old today. They showed up at the ripe old age of 31+4 weeks gestation, which earned them a good month or so in the NICU.
Here’s the beginning….
Talia, just free of the CPAP.
Lucy (aka Twin A or Twin 1 depending on who you talk to) was 3lb 8oz, and Talia (Twin B or Twin 2) was 3lbs 13oz. Flair for the dramatic these two!
It was really funny watching their progression – neither of them needed to be vented (YAHOO) but both needed CPAP for a few days. We started calling them the tortoise and the hare because their progression was really like that. Lucy came off CPAP within 24 hours and lasted a day and a half but then got tired and had to go back on. Talia took an extra day or so to come off…but once she was off, she was done with that nonsense.
Both girls are rock stars who managed to latch at 32 weeks – blew me away; babies are amazing – though I’m still required to give them fortified bottles of pumped milk at least some of the time now. They are getting there though!
But seriously, this is the first time Talia nursed – keep in mind she’s the bigger of the two – and NO I am NOT showing you nursing pictures. But this gives you an idea about her head size. Think fuzzy tennis ball.
And here they are today, at 2 months, looking totally awesome and comparatively giant.
Talia, currently 6lbs 10oz and ROCKING IT.
Lucy, currently 5lbs 7oz and…
….well, she’s getting there. She has some nasty reflux that is causing the weight gain to be slow (and sleep to be tough). But she is getting there!
And really right now we’re all just….figuring things out. We’re getting there. It’s hard – some days it’s really hard. But it’s also completely awesome and I choose to focus on that part. (That’s one of the more startling things really – the realization that it’s a CHOICE to focus on the awesome, and in making that choice it becomes even more awesome.)
Sam and Anika are so completely over the moon in love with these little people it’s not even funny. They adore them.
I expected Anika to be in love – and she is. She is beyond helpful; when I am dealing with one and the other one is crying, she will go and pick up the crying one, give her a cuddle and sing to her – in short, calm her right down until I can get there. It’s lovely to see the relationship developing between them, and I’m constantly reminding myself that I don’t have to police her – she might not be picking Lucy up PERFECTLY, but if Lucy isn’t complaining then I don’t need to get in her way. This is part of the two of them forming a relationship and it is a good thing.
Sam has really blown me away. I mean, the thing about Sam is he’s a boy – and he really is a BOY. He’s rough and tumble; he’s usually covered in some kind of dirt, his hair is almost always too shaggy and he’s really physical with his affection – giant crashing into your legs hugs; that kind of thing. I love that about him; it’s fantastic. But it’s a little scary when you’ve got that careening around your 4lb infants. So I was nervous when we brought them home….but the truth is that Sam has been SO gentle, SO loving and kind with them – he will put on this very affected “I am now talking to a baby” voice and say “Oh Luce. It’s okay. I’m here. I’m your big brother. I will protect you.” It’s impossibly sweet (though I am obviously biased and make no promises about becoming unbiased!!).
The things I’m finding hardest right now are finding time to use my hands. It’s ridiculous but I mean if you’ve had a baby you know what I’m talking about – you know how to do your hair, clean, put on makeup, whatever all with one hand while the other hand is holding your baby. But suddenly I’m standing there holding two babies and staring at a pile of dinner ingredients with no idea how to get them assembled because NO HANDS. Or I’m looking at an email I’d really like to respond to and…can’t because NO HANDS.
Or you know, I’d like to write a blog post showing off my babies and I can’t because….well you get the idea.
Mom. Stop being so lazy.
More to come…lots more to come. Just as soon as I find my hands.