Justin and I really wanted to take some pictures of them together, so one Sunday we got them all dressed up and took some pictures.
These are just a few of my favorites.
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Saturday, November 22, 2014
Together At Last
I'm sure Wilson and Ella have no idea the other one exists, but I still feel bad that they have not been together really at all since they were born.
Justin and I really wanted to take some pictures of them together, so one Sunday we got them all dressed up and took some pictures.
These are just a few of my favorites.
Justin and I really wanted to take some pictures of them together, so one Sunday we got them all dressed up and took some pictures.
These are just a few of my favorites.
Spa Day
A few weeks ago we were able to give the kids their first baths. It was so much fun, and luckily they liked it too.
Our awesome nurse Traci was there to assist us, and with her help it was a success. We bathed Wilson first, and he was a little unsure at first, but ended up really liking it and making lots of bubbles for us, but luckily there was no "code brown." (Yes I am referring to poop in the water).
They are bathed a little differently so they don't get cold. They are swaddled in a blanket and then put in the water. You then wash one limb at a time and tuck it back in the blanket when your done. We then got to dress him up in some cute clothes for a few hours. My aunt Kim got him the cute outfit. He was so stinkin' cute! And smelled so yummy. ( I don't think he was excited as me).
Ella had her bath second. She was in heaven right from the very beginning. I think this was the start of a lot of spa days. Her cute outfit was from my Mother. She looked so cute!
Our awesome nurse Traci was there to assist us, and with her help it was a success. We bathed Wilson first, and he was a little unsure at first, but ended up really liking it and making lots of bubbles for us, but luckily there was no "code brown." (Yes I am referring to poop in the water).
They are bathed a little differently so they don't get cold. They are swaddled in a blanket and then put in the water. You then wash one limb at a time and tuck it back in the blanket when your done. We then got to dress him up in some cute clothes for a few hours. My aunt Kim got him the cute outfit. He was so stinkin' cute! And smelled so yummy. ( I don't think he was excited as me).
Eating Update
My last post was about my kiddos and their progress with nursing. They were 33 weeks then, and they are now 38 weeks. The last month has been extremely stressful. There is still not much I can do for them, and now they are finally old enough that we can try and learn to breast feed. However, things did not go as smoothly as I would of liked them to. I did not expect them to be perfect by any means, and catch on right away. But, I was hoping that after a few weeks there would be considerable progress. They were just not catching on. So after a lot of thought, and prayer, and talking with friends who have gone through similar things, we decided that it would just be best to bottle feed them. I still pump everyday, and they get half breast milk and half formula, but this just seemed like the best option.
So how are they doing? Ella is my little rock star when it comes to eating. Currently she can take up to 3 bottles in a 12 hour period. That is pretty awesome. We are working toward eating 75% of her food orally. Once she has done that they will feed her ad lib. So, when she wakes up, they feed her. If she can continue to eat her food this way for 48 hours, then she can come home!
We are pretty optimistic, and I'm really hoping she will be home within the next couple of weeks.
Wilson is working hard, but not quite there yet. He has had a set back because of his stuffy nose. The previous oxygen machine he was on (high flow nasal cannula) was humidified and heated air. When they switched him to a regular nasal cannula, where the air is just coming from the wall, it is only slightly humidified and not heated. This has caused him to have a really stuffy nose.
Because of this he can't breath as well, and we think this is causing him to not eat as well as his sister. They tried putting him back on the high flow machine to see if it would help clear his nose up. It really did not do much, so they gave him a head box. The head box is his own little humidifier helmet. It pumps in nice warm humidified air along with the oxygen he needs. This has really helped his nose. He no longer has booger rocks (as I like to call them).
Wilson also has reflux issues. Over the last few days it has started to act up more and more. The doctors are not overly concerned about it because he will eventually grow out of it. However, it does interfere with his eating as well. Hopefully we can figure something out to help him.
So how are they doing? Ella is my little rock star when it comes to eating. Currently she can take up to 3 bottles in a 12 hour period. That is pretty awesome. We are working toward eating 75% of her food orally. Once she has done that they will feed her ad lib. So, when she wakes up, they feed her. If she can continue to eat her food this way for 48 hours, then she can come home!
We are pretty optimistic, and I'm really hoping she will be home within the next couple of weeks.
Wilson is working hard, but not quite there yet. He has had a set back because of his stuffy nose. The previous oxygen machine he was on (high flow nasal cannula) was humidified and heated air. When they switched him to a regular nasal cannula, where the air is just coming from the wall, it is only slightly humidified and not heated. This has caused him to have a really stuffy nose.
Because of this he can't breath as well, and we think this is causing him to not eat as well as his sister. They tried putting him back on the high flow machine to see if it would help clear his nose up. It really did not do much, so they gave him a head box. The head box is his own little humidifier helmet. It pumps in nice warm humidified air along with the oxygen he needs. This has really helped his nose. He no longer has booger rocks (as I like to call them).
Wilson also has reflux issues. Over the last few days it has started to act up more and more. The doctors are not overly concerned about it because he will eventually grow out of it. However, it does interfere with his eating as well. Hopefully we can figure something out to help him.
Monday, October 20, 2014
Breast Feeding
Disclaimer: if you don't want to read about my experiences with breast feeding (or more accurately the lack of) I will not be offended.
The twins are actually to young to breast feed right now. Currently their corrected gestational age is 33 weeks. They have not learned how to coordinate everything that it takes to successfully breast feed, like swallowing, breathing and sucking.
Since day one I have been pumping to get milk for them. This was really important to me because a) I know breast milk is important for their development. And b) providing them milk was the only thing I could do for them right from the start.
Pumping has been a frustrating battle. Trying to buy the stupid pump was problem number one. Our insurance will cover one 50%, the only problem with that is you had to buy from one of their authorized dealers. We went to Alpine Medical first and we had it all worked out, and when it came time to pay it ended up being a lot more than we thought. We ended up buying it on Amazon for less, and we can add it to our medical expenses this year on our taxes.
Another battle is providing enough milk for two. The babies did not even start getting milk for a few days, so that helped buy me some time as my milk slowly came in. I opted for donor milk if I was not producing. I think they got a day of donor milk (mixed in with what could provide), before I was producing enough. "Enough" was very little thankfully. They start feeding the babies 3ml per feeding and go up from there. They were also getting food every 6 hours, and then it bumped up to every 3 hours. Their current schedule is around an ounce (30 ml) of food every 3 hours.
I was able to keep up with them until about a week ago (so about for 5 weeks). For some reason my production of milk declined. I was pumping every 2 to 3 hours, pumping at night, drinking lots of water, and trying to eat extra. I was doing all the things they told me to do but it was still low. There are lactation specialists up at the hospital, and Justin really wanted me to talk to them. I knew they would not tell me anything I did not already know, so I didn't want to. It was such a sore subject for me I knew if I startedt talking to someone I would probably just cry like crazy.
I finally ended up asking by OB. I had an appointment with her, and she recommended Fenagreek tea. I'm not a fan of tea, so I bought some supplements instead.
Fenagreek is some nasty stuff. They say it tastes like maple syrup, I just think it tastes gross. It also makes you smell gross. Besides these two horrible things, I think (combined with other things) has helped with the increase of milk.
I was up at the hospital one day, and I ran into an occupational therapist (lactation specialist) so I decided to ask her if their was anything else I could do. She was a very nice lady, but she pissed me off greatly with the "help" she provided. Her answer to my question was medication, and to be happy with what I had. I was furious by the time she left the room.
She also told me the medication can cause depression. With that fact alone I knew it was not an option for me. And after some research online I found that the medication is usually prescribed for a week, and during that week your milk can increase, and when you stop, your milk production goes back down.
Right after this experience I finally used up all my stores in the hospital, and ran out of milk. I found this out later, but, our sweet nurse told Justin first, and he told her not to tell me right away because I was still upset about the OT. I was a little less mad when she told me, and we decided to start doing half formula half breast milk for the time being. If we end up having a good supply they will give them all breast-milk. I still would prefer to feed them breast-milk all the time, but it has decreased my stress level a little not worrying about producing enough.
When the babies oxygen needs started to decline, they were able to get their feeding tubes moved from their mouths to their noses. The good being, I could now start practicing latching with them.
Carla, our amazing nurse, found me a different OT to come help me. At the time I did not know that she knew of my bad experience. The other OT was much better, and I like her a great deal more.
We started with Ella, since she was the first to have her feeding tube moved. I have to say this experience was one of the most amazing of my life. To be able to have that connection with my baby was amazing to me. I was struggling with not feeling like a mother, and feeling pretty useless to my own children, and even though we were just practicing, having her in my arms, seeing her try and latch on was life changing to me.
The steps to actually feeding a preemie baby is a pretty drawn out process. For starters they cannot coordinate breathing, sucking and swallowing. And I am told the hardest part is teaching them how to latch on, which is currently what we are trying to do. They have both latched on a few times, and to see them try is the cutest thing. Before we practice I have to pump so there is not milk for them. The reason being if I were to have a let down it would overwhelm the babies, cause a bad experience, and have them not want to try again. What I end up doing is pumping, and then when they are trying to latch on I have to squeeze just a drop for them to taste, and hopefully get them to latch.
Within a week or so we can start to give them more milk, and have them actually suck more. I still have to pump, but not a fully. After that we can try feeding them with bottles. Around this time I am going to be spending a lot more time at the hospital. Since I want to breastfeed, they need as much practice as possible, and since bottle feeding is so much easier for them, they don't want them to reject the breast because they know they have an easier option. So ideally they will have me in the day, and bottles at night.
Being in the NICU is a total roller coaster of emotions. At first I cried when I had to go the hospital, and wished that I could just stay home once in a while. Now when I go up there, It takes all my effort to leave them. There are also days where me and Justin are mad, or sad, or any other emotion you can think of. We had an experience with a nurse that made us so mad we had to leave and come back after she was gone. But, I am so grateful for the care they are getting, and I am even more grateful for the progress they have made.
Pumping has been a frustrating battle. Trying to buy the stupid pump was problem number one. Our insurance will cover one 50%, the only problem with that is you had to buy from one of their authorized dealers. We went to Alpine Medical first and we had it all worked out, and when it came time to pay it ended up being a lot more than we thought. We ended up buying it on Amazon for less, and we can add it to our medical expenses this year on our taxes.
Another battle is providing enough milk for two. The babies did not even start getting milk for a few days, so that helped buy me some time as my milk slowly came in. I opted for donor milk if I was not producing. I think they got a day of donor milk (mixed in with what could provide), before I was producing enough. "Enough" was very little thankfully. They start feeding the babies 3ml per feeding and go up from there. They were also getting food every 6 hours, and then it bumped up to every 3 hours. Their current schedule is around an ounce (30 ml) of food every 3 hours.
I was able to keep up with them until about a week ago (so about for 5 weeks). For some reason my production of milk declined. I was pumping every 2 to 3 hours, pumping at night, drinking lots of water, and trying to eat extra. I was doing all the things they told me to do but it was still low. There are lactation specialists up at the hospital, and Justin really wanted me to talk to them. I knew they would not tell me anything I did not already know, so I didn't want to. It was such a sore subject for me I knew if I startedt talking to someone I would probably just cry like crazy.
I finally ended up asking by OB. I had an appointment with her, and she recommended Fenagreek tea. I'm not a fan of tea, so I bought some supplements instead.
Fenagreek is some nasty stuff. They say it tastes like maple syrup, I just think it tastes gross. It also makes you smell gross. Besides these two horrible things, I think (combined with other things) has helped with the increase of milk.
I was up at the hospital one day, and I ran into an occupational therapist (lactation specialist) so I decided to ask her if their was anything else I could do. She was a very nice lady, but she pissed me off greatly with the "help" she provided. Her answer to my question was medication, and to be happy with what I had. I was furious by the time she left the room.
She also told me the medication can cause depression. With that fact alone I knew it was not an option for me. And after some research online I found that the medication is usually prescribed for a week, and during that week your milk can increase, and when you stop, your milk production goes back down.
Right after this experience I finally used up all my stores in the hospital, and ran out of milk. I found this out later, but, our sweet nurse told Justin first, and he told her not to tell me right away because I was still upset about the OT. I was a little less mad when she told me, and we decided to start doing half formula half breast milk for the time being. If we end up having a good supply they will give them all breast-milk. I still would prefer to feed them breast-milk all the time, but it has decreased my stress level a little not worrying about producing enough.
When the babies oxygen needs started to decline, they were able to get their feeding tubes moved from their mouths to their noses. The good being, I could now start practicing latching with them.
Carla, our amazing nurse, found me a different OT to come help me. At the time I did not know that she knew of my bad experience. The other OT was much better, and I like her a great deal more.
We started with Ella, since she was the first to have her feeding tube moved. I have to say this experience was one of the most amazing of my life. To be able to have that connection with my baby was amazing to me. I was struggling with not feeling like a mother, and feeling pretty useless to my own children, and even though we were just practicing, having her in my arms, seeing her try and latch on was life changing to me.
The steps to actually feeding a preemie baby is a pretty drawn out process. For starters they cannot coordinate breathing, sucking and swallowing. And I am told the hardest part is teaching them how to latch on, which is currently what we are trying to do. They have both latched on a few times, and to see them try is the cutest thing. Before we practice I have to pump so there is not milk for them. The reason being if I were to have a let down it would overwhelm the babies, cause a bad experience, and have them not want to try again. What I end up doing is pumping, and then when they are trying to latch on I have to squeeze just a drop for them to taste, and hopefully get them to latch.
Within a week or so we can start to give them more milk, and have them actually suck more. I still have to pump, but not a fully. After that we can try feeding them with bottles. Around this time I am going to be spending a lot more time at the hospital. Since I want to breastfeed, they need as much practice as possible, and since bottle feeding is so much easier for them, they don't want them to reject the breast because they know they have an easier option. So ideally they will have me in the day, and bottles at night.
Being in the NICU is a total roller coaster of emotions. At first I cried when I had to go the hospital, and wished that I could just stay home once in a while. Now when I go up there, It takes all my effort to leave them. There are also days where me and Justin are mad, or sad, or any other emotion you can think of. We had an experience with a nurse that made us so mad we had to leave and come back after she was gone. But, I am so grateful for the care they are getting, and I am even more grateful for the progress they have made.
Saturday, October 18, 2014
One Month
I can't believe my babies are one month old, and more so a month of driving to the hospital every day has gone by fast.
Life has been so crazy I have not been able to blog, but Wilson and Ella are doing well. A little after a week they were able to move into the low birth weight room. It has been so nice being in there. We get our own room (there are normally two babies in one room, so with twins we get our own).
Another great thing about the U, is we can have the option of asking nurses that we like to be primary nurses. So every time they work they take care of our babies. We have been able to find a few nurses that we really like.
The first month also had some terrifying moments. First, Ella got an infection and a few days later Wilson got one too. At first they thought it was a UTI, but the cultures they grew from Ella's diaper never grew anything. So in the end I don't think we actually know what the infection was. Wilson's diaper grew something, but I don't know if we know what his was either.
Ella gave us the biggest scare. She started to destroy her red blood cells. We were pretty sure it was caused by the infection, but they ended up doing a lot of blood tests to see if there was any other problems. With drawing so much blood, and her destruction of red blood cells she had two blood transfusions as well. All the scary tests came back negative, and the diagnosis they came up with was "unstable hemoglobin." What that means we don't really know. They don't treat the condition it's just something that's there, and to keep in mind, especially when she is sick. Justin and I are in the process of getting blood test since this condition is hereditary.
They both recovered well from the infections, which was a great relief. They have been doing great ever since.
Some other things that happened, they got eye exams. That really didn't tell us anything we didn't already know, they are underdeveloped. The occupational therapist has been coming in and doing exercises with them, moving their legs and arms and such. Their oxygen needs have also been slowly decreasing. During Ella's infection she had to go back onto a c-pap machine. She stayed on that for a week or so, and then went back down to the high flow machine. She is doing great with that, actually better than her brother.
The latest news is they are working on controlling their own temperture. They started with turning off their beds so the bed does not adjust to the babies temp automatically. The best part about this is they now get to wear clothes. They are so cute in their little jammies. After about two days of that, Ella's bed now has the top open. And soon Wilson will be in an open crib (most likely later today).
We are so greatful they are continuing to do well. Wilson especially has grown, he is 3.12 lbs today, and Ella is 3.2 lbs. they are the greatest little blessings. Life is not really what I expected it be. Before they were born I thought l would be sitting at home feeding and changing diapers, along with lots of sleep deprivation. It has turned out a lot different than that.
I honestly don't feel like a mother most of the time. I do when I am with them, and there is definitely that connection between us. But, when I am home I basiclly sit around because I'm so tired all the time, feeling like a lazy bum because I don't have a job (I actually did start catering weddings again, my first night back was two days ago, and that has helped). Getting out of bed before 10:00 am is nearly impossible, due partly because I'm up every few hours to pump, and partly because of depression.
I'm not one that normally struggles with depression, and I'm pretty sure it's postpartum related. I've also had a bad case of "life sucks". There was a few days where I would cry constantly throughout the day if I was alone, most frequently in the car if I had to drive myself to the hospital. I would just dwell in the fact that life really is not fair. Why did and do I have to go through all of this crap?? Years of infertility, high medical bills, lost jobs, never ending crap happening while I was pregnant, and now my kids in the NICU, and it seems like everyone around me is having happy, healthy babies. It was just constantly one thing after the other.
Justin was the most helpful in solving my blues. Once I finally told him what was bothering me, he simply told me that it was OK, and that I was right, and had a right to feel that way. Just hearing him say that made me feel better, and honestly most of my negative feelings went away after that. Just knowing someone understood, and did not think I was crazy for thinking these things made all the difference. It's just another reason why I love my husband so much.
Life has been so crazy I have not been able to blog, but Wilson and Ella are doing well. A little after a week they were able to move into the low birth weight room. It has been so nice being in there. We get our own room (there are normally two babies in one room, so with twins we get our own).
Another great thing about the U, is we can have the option of asking nurses that we like to be primary nurses. So every time they work they take care of our babies. We have been able to find a few nurses that we really like.
The first month also had some terrifying moments. First, Ella got an infection and a few days later Wilson got one too. At first they thought it was a UTI, but the cultures they grew from Ella's diaper never grew anything. So in the end I don't think we actually know what the infection was. Wilson's diaper grew something, but I don't know if we know what his was either.
Ella gave us the biggest scare. She started to destroy her red blood cells. We were pretty sure it was caused by the infection, but they ended up doing a lot of blood tests to see if there was any other problems. With drawing so much blood, and her destruction of red blood cells she had two blood transfusions as well. All the scary tests came back negative, and the diagnosis they came up with was "unstable hemoglobin." What that means we don't really know. They don't treat the condition it's just something that's there, and to keep in mind, especially when she is sick. Justin and I are in the process of getting blood test since this condition is hereditary.
They both recovered well from the infections, which was a great relief. They have been doing great ever since.
Some other things that happened, they got eye exams. That really didn't tell us anything we didn't already know, they are underdeveloped. The occupational therapist has been coming in and doing exercises with them, moving their legs and arms and such. Their oxygen needs have also been slowly decreasing. During Ella's infection she had to go back onto a c-pap machine. She stayed on that for a week or so, and then went back down to the high flow machine. She is doing great with that, actually better than her brother.
The latest news is they are working on controlling their own temperture. They started with turning off their beds so the bed does not adjust to the babies temp automatically. The best part about this is they now get to wear clothes. They are so cute in their little jammies. After about two days of that, Ella's bed now has the top open. And soon Wilson will be in an open crib (most likely later today).
We are so greatful they are continuing to do well. Wilson especially has grown, he is 3.12 lbs today, and Ella is 3.2 lbs. they are the greatest little blessings. Life is not really what I expected it be. Before they were born I thought l would be sitting at home feeding and changing diapers, along with lots of sleep deprivation. It has turned out a lot different than that.
I honestly don't feel like a mother most of the time. I do when I am with them, and there is definitely that connection between us. But, when I am home I basiclly sit around because I'm so tired all the time, feeling like a lazy bum because I don't have a job (I actually did start catering weddings again, my first night back was two days ago, and that has helped). Getting out of bed before 10:00 am is nearly impossible, due partly because I'm up every few hours to pump, and partly because of depression.
I'm not one that normally struggles with depression, and I'm pretty sure it's postpartum related. I've also had a bad case of "life sucks". There was a few days where I would cry constantly throughout the day if I was alone, most frequently in the car if I had to drive myself to the hospital. I would just dwell in the fact that life really is not fair. Why did and do I have to go through all of this crap?? Years of infertility, high medical bills, lost jobs, never ending crap happening while I was pregnant, and now my kids in the NICU, and it seems like everyone around me is having happy, healthy babies. It was just constantly one thing after the other.
Justin was the most helpful in solving my blues. Once I finally told him what was bothering me, he simply told me that it was OK, and that I was right, and had a right to feel that way. Just hearing him say that made me feel better, and honestly most of my negative feelings went away after that. Just knowing someone understood, and did not think I was crazy for thinking these things made all the difference. It's just another reason why I love my husband so much.
Monday, September 15, 2014
First Week in the NICU
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| Wilson under the lights |
The biggest worry to me was their breathing, and their little lungs developing.
With babies that small their lungs are really delicate of course, and they do not want them to deflate all the way because they most likely cannot get them inflated again, this is because they tend to be really sticky inside.
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| Ella under the lights |
They started out intubated. It is kind of scary to see them hooked up. Luckily we were warned on what it was going to look like, so we were not too freaked out. The machine pumps really fast, sending lots of little bursts of air into their lungs. This prevents the lungs from deflating, but it also makes the babies shake or vibrate.
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| A cuddly little boy |
Currently at one week they just have a nasal cannula and are hooked up to oxygen that can we adjusted. They are breathing all on their own now, and there oxygen levels have been between 21% (which is what we normally breath) and about 30%.
I am so grateful that they are doing so well. I think a big part of their success is that I had steroid shots. The first round was a few weeks ago, and then I had another round the Saturday and Sunday before they were born.
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| Dad changing Ellas diaper |
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| A big yawn for a little girl |
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| Wilson loves to be on his tummy |
Right now Wilson currently takes 15 oz of milk every 3 hours, and Ella takes 10 oz of milk every 3 hours, and the amount goes up quite often.
Its interesting how they are fed. They have the food in a syringe, and the tube goes directly to their tummies. Before they feed them they check how much is left in there stomach. They just suck it out with the syringe, and then put it back in. They told us yesterday, as long as the residual is less than half of the last feeding, they don't worry about it.
They recently changed the way both of them are fed. There heart rates would drop when they had a feeding, so they changed it so over a course of 30 minutes there food is slowing injected through the tube into the stomach. This makes it a little less overwhelming for there tummies. They have been tolerating the feedings much better since they changed to this method.
They also get a brain scan. They usually wait to do this between day 7 and 10. We will not have the results from these for the next couple of days. Update: The brain scans came back clear, there is no bleeding in their brains.
We are just so thrilled on how well they are doing. They will hopefully be moved to a new unit in the NICU within the next few days (it just depends on space). The great thing is they will have their own room together. And we will also be able to hold them. Right now they are on Minimal Stimulation . This means we can only touch them when the nurses do their cares. At 8:00 am, 2:00pm and 8:00pm we can go help by changing their diapers and taking their temperatures. At that time we can also
touch them. But coming soon I will be able to hold them. That will be an exciting day.
Sunday, September 14, 2014
Home Sweet Home...again
After a few days in the hospital, I got to come home on Friday afternoon. It was nice to know that I was really coming home this time, and I did not have to go back (at least to stay...visiting everyday does not count). It was hard to leave the babies there, but really not as hard as I thought. I knew I could not take care of them, and they are also in the best place they could possibly be. I also can't do anything for them, but of course love them, look at them, and change their diaper at specific times in the day. I'll do another post about their first week in the NBICU next.
Before I went home I had to get a bunch of stuff done. I got a flu shot, and a T-dap (tetanus, diphtheria, and pertussis) shot. I also needed to get my staples out. For some reason the thought of getting the staples taken out was terrifying. I'm usually pretty easy going, and things like that don't bother me, but I would just shake, almost uncontrollably at the thought of it. My nurses kept telling me not to worry, and that it was not bad at all. She said most patients say its about the pain equivalent to getting your eye brows plucked. I believed them, but I was still terrified. I felt really dumb.
It finally came time to take them out, and I of course was shaking, but I think I did a pretty good job at calming down. Of course they were right, it barely hurt at all. Most of them I didn't even feel when they took them out. There was a few in the middle that hurt pretty bad, but she said they were imbedded a little, so it was a little harder to get those ones out. Even though it really didn't hurt much, I am still glad that It was over quickly.
We finally got home. I was very excited, except that I had to climb a flight of stairs to get in. I was going really slow, and Justin went up ahead of me. He walked in, and I was only about half way up the stairs and he yells down to me "someone cleaned the house". I pretty much broke down into tears. Of course it was my wonderful mother that cleaned the house that morning. It was just about the greatest gift I could of asked for. And then a few hours later she brought us dinner.
It is now Sunday and my third day home. I was ambitious and went to an hour of church. For the most part I feel OK. I'm really sore, and really tired. I don't know how other people do it. I can't image trying to recover from a c-section and then taking twins home a few days later. I have a great respect for those that have. I would of needed an army.
Before I went home I had to get a bunch of stuff done. I got a flu shot, and a T-dap (tetanus, diphtheria, and pertussis) shot. I also needed to get my staples out. For some reason the thought of getting the staples taken out was terrifying. I'm usually pretty easy going, and things like that don't bother me, but I would just shake, almost uncontrollably at the thought of it. My nurses kept telling me not to worry, and that it was not bad at all. She said most patients say its about the pain equivalent to getting your eye brows plucked. I believed them, but I was still terrified. I felt really dumb.
It finally came time to take them out, and I of course was shaking, but I think I did a pretty good job at calming down. Of course they were right, it barely hurt at all. Most of them I didn't even feel when they took them out. There was a few in the middle that hurt pretty bad, but she said they were imbedded a little, so it was a little harder to get those ones out. Even though it really didn't hurt much, I am still glad that It was over quickly.
We finally got home. I was very excited, except that I had to climb a flight of stairs to get in. I was going really slow, and Justin went up ahead of me. He walked in, and I was only about half way up the stairs and he yells down to me "someone cleaned the house". I pretty much broke down into tears. Of course it was my wonderful mother that cleaned the house that morning. It was just about the greatest gift I could of asked for. And then a few hours later she brought us dinner.
It is now Sunday and my third day home. I was ambitious and went to an hour of church. For the most part I feel OK. I'm really sore, and really tired. I don't know how other people do it. I can't image trying to recover from a c-section and then taking twins home a few days later. I have a great respect for those that have. I would of needed an army.
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