Archives for April 2014

My Little Princess in Pictures

Oh my little girl… she isn’t so little anymore. She’s 3 1/2.

She is my little princess. Seriously. When she wears her Sophia the First costume, she insists on being called Princess Kensli.

What happened to my little tom boy? Who played in dirt and liked the feeling of my dog’s giant poo mines squished between her fingers? Although. she still loves being outside and loves sports. So as long as she keeps those traits, I’ll manage :)

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She’s really into her Baby Poo Bear also. She feeds him, burps him, changes his diaper, puts him down for naps, and disciplines him. It’s fun to watch her interpretation of mommy and daddy.

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I even gave her, her own bottle and put her name on it. So she would know it’s hers and to help her keep it separate from the other bottles. And when it’s feeding time for the twinnies, she goes and gets her bottle and puts it next to the others. Too cute Princess Kensli!

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She loves her little sisters and loves helping us with them. And I must add she’s an excellent little helper! She does amazing at fetching diapers and throwing dirty ones away! Awesome-sauce!

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She loves Elsa hair. {What toddler girl doesn’t right now?} Everytime I say it’s time to do her hair, she begs for Elsa hair… but I am not good at french braiding… but I suppose practice makes perfect huh? The only thing that matters is how much she loves it. So if it’s not super important that her hair is out of her face, I attempt the Elsa do!

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Along with Elsa hair, she just loves her hair getting done in general. When I curled her hair, she thought she was the most beautiful girl in the world. And shouldn’t all little girls think that daily? Which is why I tell her that multiple times a day, every day.

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She is just so happy all the time and always brings us smiles and laughter. The shit that comes out of her mouth is just down-right hilarious and I can’t believe how grown up she is.

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It’s hard to believe it’s already been 3 1/2 years I was holding this beautiful baby:

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And going back thru baby pictures of her, I do see some similarities with her and the twinnies! I didn’t think they looked like Kensli at all. But now I see it :)

Love my girls

Toodle-o and Loves!

My First Venture with 3 Children Alone…

Hello All.

Let me tell you about my trip to Zuri’s doctors appointment on Tuesday. When I got home, I was exhausted both physically and mentally. A trip out with newborn twins and a 3 year old is not for the faint of heart. Not. At. All.

Okay… from that last paragraph it sounds like we had the most disastrous trip that included a lost child, broken limbs, and multiple major mental breakdowns. I assure you, it wasn’t that bad. Kensli was actually pretty good. She was a helper most of the time, listened to the doctors and nurses and me, and entertained herself {not the most quietest moments of the day, but I didn’t care by that point} while the doctor and I discussed Zuri’s heart.

Well it started with just trying to get out the door.

See, my daughter suffers from Girly Object Syndrome. I send her on a task and the second she sees a toy of hers, or dress up items, or hair accessories… her focus is gone. MIA. Adios Amigo. So to get her ready to go anywhere… we start a half hour early. Now that there are two more to get around, we start an hour early. {That doesn’t even include the actual getting ready part, like clothes on, hair did, mom and dad ready, that’s just getting shoes on and everything and everyone IN the vehicle.} And that still is pushing it… We have still been late on occasions.

So to further explain Girly Object Syndrome, it went something like this:

She saw her hair ties and needed her hair like Elsa’s. Sorry kiddo no time.
She ‘couldn’t find’ matching socks. They were right in front of her.
She saw her candy. Of course was instantly starving.
Found her backpack. Couldn’t decide what to put in it.
Saw mommy’s bra. Had to wear it to the appointment. That was a giant negative.
Decided she had too many toys in her back pack. Couldn’t decide what to remove.
Saw one of her blankets. She was then too cold to move.
Noticed what socks she put on. Decided she didn’t want those.
Saw her princess wand. Needed to turn me into a frog.
Got angry at mommy, because I wouldn’t hop and ribit like a frog.

Annnnnnd I’m pretty sure I missed a few of her ‘problems’.

Phew. That was exhausting just typing it all out!

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Elsa Hair

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Finally we’re in the vehicle. But then she finds and starts reading this pregnancy book by Jenny McCarthy.  I watch her really try reading this book and decided since she’s so into reading, she should be reading her easy books, to help her actually learn to read. So I went back in to get her “Go Dog, Go” book. Gave it to her and she instantly lit up. That smile is why I continue to do the things I do, it’s just so damn precious!

So the entire way to Methodist Hospital, I heard the story of “Go Dog, Go”. No, she doesn’t know how to read. But. She knows this story. Front ward, backwards, sideways, and upside down. Hell, she doesn’t even need the book to read it. {Literally, she walks around reciting the words to this story.} She knows it that well. So, sneaky mom move ~ I just turned the radio up just a little bit more… Kicker? She’s in the back of a Yukon XL {think suburban}.. I shouldn’t hear her anyway, but. She’s just that loud. And very proud of her “Go Dog, Go” book.

Finally. We’re at the hospital. It takes me about 10-15 minutes to get the twins in the stroller and Kensli focused enough to hold my hand, hold her toys and apples, and walk at the same time. I walk in with my double stroller and toddler in tow and go straight to the guest services desk to find out where this cardiology room is. Well… there isn’t one. I called the Pediatric’s Cardiology number I luckily still had on my phone and they inform me, I am in fact, at the wrong place. They are not in the hospital silly mommy. They are on the other side of 235 by the other hospital, Mercy.

Flippin’ Fantastic.

Back to the Yukon we go. Twins in stroller and holding the toddler’s hand.

“Mom, did you screw up?” What? Where does she hear this stuff?

“Yes, mommy went to the wrong place. So we have to hurry baby.”

“Why didn’t you know what you were doing?” Gee.. pour a little more salt in that wound child.

“Because apparently mommy wasn’t on top of her game today.”

“Mom, you need to pay more attention to your games.” And turn that knife a little more. Am I really taking life lessons from my 3 year old? I suppose I am.

10 minutes later, we’re rollin. And arrive to our new destination… ON TIME!

As we are walking into the building, there is a man outside smoking. And heaven forbid we pass anyone without a comment from my very observant toddler.

“Mom, why are his pants weird?” A) we were 4 feet away from him. B) He just had jeans on… nothing weird at all. Why couldn’t she note the smoking and I could be the good mom and say that is bad for you and don’t ever put one in your mouth! But no… she notes his jeans???

I politely tell her, that wasn’t very nice to say. And he was just wearing jeans, it wasn’t weird at all.

Moving on, she helps with the elevator by pushing the {correct} buttons and we finally make it to the correct suite. She immediately finds the TV and plops her tiny tush in front. I fill out the needed paperwork and look up to see she has made some friends in the waiting room. Too cute! At least she’s not anti-social :) Although, I don’t think the other parents were quite as impressed as I was.

Kensli politely asked the two little girls what their names were. And they responded with Angel and Princess. Now… one would assume, the probably 5 and 6 year olds made these said names up. As they have active imaginations… however. When the dad said “Princess and Angel, come here, it’s time to go.” I realized… nope. That’s their names. I’m just hoping maybe it’s nicknames? However, to each their own.

Anyway

We finally get called in to have Zuri X-Ray’d, weighed, and measured. She is now 7 lbs 13 oz!!!!  Almost up 3 lbs in  almost 6 weeks! I am so proud of her! And her sister at that matter, she weighed 6 lbs 11 oz as of the 18th.

We are then sent into a little room to wait for the doc. And of course, Kensli then has to go to the bathroom. But, I was not about to load Zuri into the stroller and take the herd to find the itty bitty bathroom that was somewhere in that office. She agreed to wait until the doctor came in.

Well.. he came in and let me tell you… he was an interesting character. I think he was trying to be funny… but I didn’t find it that amusing. In fact.. I almost felt more like a moron mom who didn’t know what was wrong with my daughter.

He walks in and says “Hello, I’m Mr. Doctor. Has anyone told you why you’re here?”

“Yes, Zuri has a small heart murmur from the Twin to Twin Transfusion, and we are here at the follow up appointment for another heart echo to see how it’s doing.” Duh.

“Well. That’s all you know?”  Wait. What? Shit, there’s more? Or am I missing something? I am so confused.

“Her murmur is because of the hole in her heart…. That’s what the doctors and nurses have told me this whole time… were they wrong?”

“No. She does have a murmur. But there’s multiple causes to murmurs. And yes, hers is because of the hole. And actually, I will decide if she has an echo today or not.”

Geeez o Petes buddy. I get you are the doctor. My daughter is the patient. Is this some sort of power trip…? I really don’t know how I am supposed to respond, so all I say is “Well, that’s what I was told. I’m okay with not having an echo, but that was what the doc told me, the one who made this appointment.” And he finally dropped the I’m-a-bad-mom-act.

I hurry and take Kensli to the bathroom while the doc is giving Zuri a check up. The potty run actually goes smoothly, unlike past bathroom trips. I’m guessing because there isn’t an audience this time…

I come back and as he hands Zuri back to me, he starts to tell me how he isn’t concerned about this hole in her heart. But that’s not enough. He brought out a picture of a heart that looked like it came out of some coloring book for medical students. He had to show me everything in regards to this hole to ensure I knew every possible detail. Which- I have no problem with that… however, he talks about as fast as an auctioneer does.

At the same time as his big explanation, the twins start screaming because they’re hungry. I try to pay attention while digging through my giant diaper bag to mix up a bottle. All the while I’m holding Zuri because I still wasn’t sure if they were done with her or not.

I shove the bottle in Varah’s mouth {who is still in the carseat, which is still in the stroller} and suddenly I hear *CRUNCH CRUNCH RIIIIIP, CRUNCH CRUNCH RIIIIIIP*. Kensli decided to put herself up on the patient table and her shoes were squishing and ripping the paper that lays on top.

Who cares. She’s entertaining herself.

I look down, and Varah had puked up all the formula that she had taken and milk was everywhere. Literally everywhere. The carseat, the stroller, her outfit… the works.

Then Kensli dropped all her Reese’s pieces all over the floor.

I just start laughing. The doc is looking at me like I’m crazy and I think he was slightly frustrated at this point because he wants me to know every detail of this tiny hole they aren’t going to do anything about.

Kensli nosily hops down to pick up her Resse’s Pieces and puts them back in her baggie. I dig around the diaper bag to find a burp cloth to start soaking up the un-digested formula that lays all over the carseat and my daughter.

I then look up to find Kensli chowing down on all those Reese’s that were just on the floor. And the doctor’s jaw just dropped watching her stuff her face with those oh-so-dirty Reese’s Pieces. Mr. Doc, haven’t you ever heard of the 5 second rule? In Kensli’s case, it’s more like 10-15 seconds… but really, that’s not much of a difference at all. They keep those offices sterile right?

Once she was done eating, the doc was done talking… coincidence? I’m guessing not… So after Kensli got done picking up some of the toys that were in the room and I changed a few diapers and got Zuri clothed again, we headed for the front to set up another follow up appointment at 6 months.

I paid my co-pay and of course the twins started crying again and Kensli started walking into rooms that were meant for employees only… and the printer stopped working just in time to print my receipt. People are trying to squeeze thru me and my crew, I’m trying to keep two paci’s in two little girls mouths and I’m sternly telling a 3 year old to stay by my side.

And the cherry on top is the receptionist moves at turtle speed…. seriously. Finally, my receipt prints.

A fine young gentleman opens the door for my herd and I am pretty sure I know what’s running through his mind as he looks at my stroller: “Holy shit, that’s a lot of kids.”

That’s right boy… Take this all in. We are walking birth control.

External Hard Drive Update

Eh… This has been quite the process.

But a little has changed since my previous post on the situation. One of my daycare parents, Scott, was reading my post about this unfortunate mishap, and he just so happens to know just about everything when it comes to technical items! He text me after reading and told me he thinks he can help.

Well, turns out, it’s the base they use for their external hard drive that craps out. The external hard drive part is fine. Thank goodness! I felt a huge burden lift off my shoulders when I heard that. Scott actually sold Seagate at one point, so he knew exactly what he was talking about. {Take that Seagate and Geek Squad!}

He brought it back to our house after working his magic on it. He also brought a new portable external with him so we could transfer my data from my old one to the new one! How awesome was that?! {Seriously, my daycare parents take care of me!}

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This new external I have is called WD {Western Digital} My Passport Ultra. It’s sold just about anywhere, but you can buy it here at Best Buy. So far, I love it. Granted… it’s only been a day. But Scott uses this same external at work, and hasn’t had a problem with it for 3 years! So I’m hoping this will be the same case. But I love the portable aspect. I don’t have to plug it into an outlet to use it every time. Which I found was such a huge pain in the ass when I was transporting it back and forth from the hospital . And it’s so cute! So itty bitty and slim. It’s nice I can just slip it into my purse or computer bag {if I had one} and go. Although, i’m thinking I should invest in a case for it. Just to be on the safe side!

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See? Tiny! And I am in love!

So now I’m trying to decide what to do with the other P.O.S. I called Seagate and tried to just get a refund, but they claimed Seagate doesn’t do refunds… Okay… Sure. So they are sending me a new base to plug into the external. Best Buy’s return policy is it has to be unopened and returned within 15 days. Well, I wouldn’t have known it wasn’t working if it wasn’t opened. And I bought it last June… clearly more than 15 days.

I obviously don’t trust it as my main back up and I have the new one anyway. Do I try to sell it for as much as I can get for it? I feel kinda bad handing over my headache to someone else though. Or just use it as a second back up. We were discussing getting cloud storage on the internet as a second back up, but maybe I’ll use this instead?

Decisions, decisions.

Toodle-o and Loves!

 

Stories to Sum Up my 3 Year Old

Oh the lovely 3’s. It’s been quite the eye opener since her third birthday. The attitude, the I-know-everything conversations, the tantrums over the tiniest of things, the questions, the curiosity, never missing a beat, and suddenly, she hates sleeping. I’m sure you all know what I am talking about, everyone who has been thru the 3’s and those who have nieces and nephews.

It’s a pleasant experience, I assure you.

Just reading Jenny McCarthy's Pregnancy Book.

Just reading Jenny McCarthy’s Pregnancy Book.

And randomly, she’s into tooting and burping, and everything little boys enjoy. So much so that public restrooms are suddenly my worst nightmare. We were eating with some dear friends of mine, and Kensli and their little 3 year old Aleah had to go potty, and it was my turn to take them since Kelley and Jason took the last two rounds. Of course the stalls were full and all I could do was pray this went smoothly.

Of course not. Why on earth would I think such a thing?

The lady in the stall next to us tooted and I was praying and praying she didn’t hear it. But, of course… “Ah! MOM!! Did you toot??” {Giggles}
Me – “No, Kensli. Why don’t you finish going potty.”
K – “Aleah- did YOU toot??” {More giggles}
A – “No, I didn’t toot!” {Laughing}
Me – “Kensli, don’t worry about it. Go potty so we can get back to our dinner.” {My most stern voice and trying not to show any sort of ‘happiness’ such as a smile or laugh to avoid egging her on.}
K – “I think someone tooted in this bathroom!” {Loud laughter while trying to whisper this sentence and placing her hand under the stall wall to point at the tooting neighbor.}
Me – “Kensli Mae, just finish going potty so we can get out of here!” {Stern voice a little louder now.}
K – [tooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooot]   “Mommy!!! I tooted! It was loud! Okay, I’m done, lets go now.” Aleah and Kensli were basically on the floor busting a gut by this point.

In the duration of this conversation- said tooter had exited her stall and I frantically tried to hide behind the bathroom stall door so she didn’t see who this mom was that had the ‘uncontrollable’ children…

There are some other stories that I could fill you in on… but they are bathroom stories. They only get grosser as a 3 year old has no filter. None.

She wanted me to take a picture of her 'eating the babies'

She wanted me to take a picture of her ‘eating the babies’

Now that the twinnies are here, breast feeding and pumping have been quite the entertainment for her. She is mostly infatuated with the breast pump. Apparently this thing is the next best to the Wii or XBox. Noooo joking.

So the ‘shields’ that attach to the breast look like cones. And these cones and the actual pump itself are her favorite parts. And of course, what’s a toddler story without an audience?

I had just finished pumping, and for some reason she was really into it this time. Our neighbor had just walked in the door and was chit chatting with us. Kensli walks in and says “Mom, I want a pumper.” And I try to explain that pumps are only for mommies who have babies. ‘Excellent explanation Mama’ I thought! I was on top of this argument.

But she was not having that. “Mom, but why? I want a pumper! I need a pumper on my boobies to get the milk out!”
“No, Kensli, you don’t. I just told you, pumps are for mommies. And only mommies who have babies. You aren’t a mommy, and don’t have a baby, so therefor you don’t have milk in your boobies sweety.” Again, nailed it.

Then the ol’ hubsters decides to join in. “Kensli, it’s not a pumper, it’s a nipple juicer! Can you say nipple juicer??” Seriously. A freakin nipple juicer?!?! Who on this planet thinks that is a great idea to teach a toddler who is learning the ways far too quickly already? Eh.

“Nipple jooooser? I want a nipple jooser mommy.” Oh good heavens. Thankfully, my neighbor is not surprised by any of this. She knows the Haley’s. We are not normal. And she accepts us anyways… thank you Neighbor Lady, thank you.

“Hunny, it’s a pump. Not a pumper or nipple juicer. And only mommies can have them, remember?”

As neighbor lady and I were sitting and trying to have a conversation, my daughter walks in, with her shirt raised up to her neck and she’s holding the cones pressed against her… umm chest. “Mom, can you help me with the nipple jooser”

I’ve lost. I rose my white flag. Throw’in in the towel. It’s best to just pretend you don’t see or hear anything.

So innocent playing play doh until...

So innocent playing play doh until…

She has clearly seen one too many 'red rockets' on our dog.

She has clearly seen one too many ‘red rockets’ on our dog.

“Boobies” are also at the top of conversations now-a-days as you read in the last story. Always asking me about them, why they are out, why I have the pumper on them, why this, why that, what’s this, where’s that.

Tonight, I was breastfeeding Varah, and it’s not as though I just whip ’em out and walk around topless. I try to be somewhat concealed. Well, she eventually noticed what I was doing. And then came to ask the same ol’ questions I always get. Why are you doing that? Why is Varah eating? Why is there milk in boobies? Etc, etc. They only get worse from there.

But then. Then, she asked a question that may have actually made me blush a little bit… She turned to Jason and said “Daddy, do you like to put boobies in your mouth like my sisters?” It took everything I had to not start laughing, crying, or telling her how inappropriate that was. I kept my mouth shut because, to be honest, I didn’t know what reaction would have erupted out of my mouth. What happened to my sweet, precious, little Kensli Mae?

Well. I am going to pour myself a glass of wine after that comment. And I won’t tell you my husband’s response. Because unlike my daughter, I do have a filter.

Toodle-o’s and Loves!

Just a FYI

I am frustrated. With many things. But mostly, my situation with my external hard drive.

It won’t turn on. While this may not  seem like a big deal to most, I however, am trying not to cry just thinking about it. My whole life is on there. All my pictures, all my documents, everything. I tried backing up my computer with the online ‘cloud’ things… a couple of them, and the damn thing timed out before it got a tenth of my computer backed up.  I got fed up because I don’t have the patience to deal with that crap. And therefore decided to purchase an external hard drive. This was last June… so 10 months ago. Not even a year old yet.

Well. It suddenly won’t turn on. And when I’m blogging and need pictures.. this is a real inconvenience. Along with the other 15,000 documents and data it has stored on there.

So my first step I decided to take was take it into Best Buy. A) I bought it there and B) they have the Moron Geek Squad. I thought this was an excellent first step. Well, my husband took it in. They plugged it in appropriately, and then into my computer and {it didn’t turn on} and said “Well sir, it looks like the problem is it won’t turn on.” No. Shit. Shirlock. I figured that out in the comfort of my own home. Jason proceeded to say yes, we know that, but what’s the next step? “Well, we can’t fix those here, we don’t know how. You’ll have to call Seagate.” {Seagate is the name of the company of the external} Oh. Glad that was a total bust and waste of gas.

So clearly, my step 2 was to give ol’ Seagate a ring a ding ding yesterday once we got home. So I called and listen to it ring, and ring, and then the automatic answering service took over…and of course it took me 5 minutes just to get to a live person to talk to. {My patience by this point was almost mute} Finally, someone from India answered. So he had a step by step process for troubleshooting. Step One, was me to go back to Best Buy or ‘any ol’ electronic store’  and purchase this USB Tree micro USB cable… I did repeat this to him 4 times, just to make sure I heard him right… and I am still not convinced I did. So he was ready to hang up the phone at that point, and which I was not.

I went on to ask him what Step 2 was, and he said, “Oh. We’ll send you a new one.” Great trouble-shooting process there Seagate. Awesome, so I get a new one. But the entire problem with this entire situation is I need my data off my current external I have in my shaking, angry hands! Turns out there is an up charge to send it into the Recovery Team to get my data off of it… Um. No. Your product didn’t last even a year, I have my receipt, and it’s still under warranty. So since your machine faulted within the warranty time period, You, Mr. Seagate, can recover my lost data and eat the cost.

You could tell he was not prepared for my comment. He stuttered a little bit and just could not come up with something to say. So I let him off the hook, because we didn’t know if this ‘Tree Mirco USB’ cable would be the fix-it solution or not. I said, “Well no use crossing that bridge until we get there, but I will call back tomorrow if this doesn’t work.”

“Okay ma’am, have a good day.” Click.

Gee. Apparently he was ready to get off the phone? No good bye, no I’ll talk to you tomorrow, no nothing.

So Step 3. Back to Best Buy. I sent Jason. I don’t know what the hell anything is. And I certainly didn’t know they named USB cables after Trees… So to avoid a mental breakdown, I poured myself a glass of wine. It may have technically been two… but it fit in one glass. So that’s what I’m going with.

So fast forward one hour, and the hubster comes home.  Without a cable. The Best Buy moron workers told him that cable is sold solely through Seagate. What the hell!?! My blood was boiling when he told me that. And it was after customer service hours with Seagate. Which, they are lucky. I had all night and morning to cool off.

USB 3.0

So Step 4. Jason called Seagate back today. And of course they disagreed with Best Buy. Which I knew this cable wasn’t a Seagate cable. So he sent a link to my email on where to find it at Amazon AND Ebay.

Step 5. Order said Tripp Lite U326-003 USB 3.0 Super Speed cable.

So we are pausing at Step 5 until the cable comes to trouble shoot that. I’ll fill you in on the rest later… once we find out if this works… or doesn’t work.

Seriously, this is a pain in the ass. I just want my pictures back… :(  So until this is fixed or working, or replaced… I won’t have pictures. Which is sad, I love showing off my children. 

Loves and Toodle-o!

The Best Update Ever!

We’re Coming Home

We’re Coming Home

Tell the World

We’re going home!

Yes… it’s true! The twinnies got to come home.

I am shocked! When I left the hospital Thursday morning, they were still going to be there for at least a half week. Then when I came in Friday morning, the nurse said there were a bunch of changes and they may get to come home Saturday  :)

I cried. When she said the sentence “They may get to come home this weekend”… so many emotions ran through me. We’ve been in the NICU for exactly 3 weeks, and it’s been quite the roller coaster ride. Even long before delivery.

Everything we worked so hard for, all those bed rest days, no sleeping nights due to pain, friends and family helping out, the hospital stay, all the Methodist staff… it all was so we could get to this one moment. To bring our babes home.

No more hospital schedules. No more doing things someone else’s way. No more traveling back and forth from home to the hospital to babysitters. No more wishing we were home.

Because.  My whole family is now home.

 

{I apologize for the late post and the lack of any pics. My external hard drive isn’t working at the moment… I have a Best Buy trip in my future, as in tomorrow. I’m having a mental freak out just thinking about it. My whole life is on there!!} 

A Big Update for Some Tiny Babes

Well… I hope none of you got used to that one 70 degree weather’d day we had.  Because it hasn’t been back since. Seriously… this wintery, crappy shit is for the birds. I am sick and tired of it. For once, I’d like to walk outside without a coat or sweatshirt. I think Mother Nature is cruisin’ for a bruisin’.

Crappy weather, Go away

So… want to hear how the twinnies are doing??? Do ya, do ya, do ya? (Name that movie! Times up – Finding Nemo!)

Well, first, I want to tell you how exhausted I am. Because this is my blog and I can. And I will.

Jason and I decided for me to stay home during the day Tuesday through today mostly because Kensli needed some mommy/daughter time. She has been shuffled around for two weeks straight from grandma’s, to the other grandma’s, to aunts, to friends. And we decided a good week or so home with us would be good for her. And I really think she missed us.  Especially me, only because I have been completely MIA for awhile. Jason at least got to pick her up at places, stayed at home with the kids on nights they did get to stay at home, spend some time with her here and there… where I was at the hospital early and came home after she was in bed daily.

My heart melted the other day when she woke me up by climbing into bed with me, tucking my hair behind my ears, rubbing my face in the most ever gently way a 3 year old can, and whispering sweet nothings into my face. She told me how beautiful I was, how she missed me, how much she loved me… and I couldn’t help but giggle, but also felt the water works fighting to surface. I really forced them down.. because if you know any 3 year old… Tears = crying = sad. Regardless of what kind of tears they are. And I didn’t want to ruin the moment. I always thought she was soooo incredibly sweet and innocent… when she was sleeping. But I can also add that moment to the list now too.

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So while staying home during the day with Miss Thang, I decided to stay the night at the hospital. But first of all, let me fill you in on the ‘pull out bed’ situation they have there… The nurse didn’t know how to pull it out completely, so the damn thing only came to my knees…. So Tuesday night I laid scrunched up when I actually got to try to sleep… maybe getting an hours sleep at a time. The girls were of course fussy that night… the first night in the 2 1/2 weeks they’ve been there and I didn’t even get to ‘bed’ before 2 am. Then I pump every 3 hours – 12, 3, 6, 9 is my schedule. So after finally falling asleep, I had to wake up at 3 to pump.  Zuri then decided to pull out her feeding tube while I was pumping… so she was completely distraught. Varah must have felt left out, so once Zuri calmed down, Varah started up. I picked up Varah to rock her. And once that was all calmed down, It was 5. Awesome… went back to sleep until 6:30 to pump, and then I should have just left for home after that, but I was so exhausted, I fell back to sleep… and woke up late to relieve Jason of his fatherly duties so he could go to work. Eh.

But last night was much better. I was told correctly how to use the ‘pull out bed’. Still no comfy king sized hotel bed… but at least I could stretch out my legs. And they actually slept well between feedings. The nurse took over the feedings the last two nights so I could focus on pumping. Otherwise, I would have been up every hour on the hour. Zuri eats at the 1, 4, 7, 10 hours, Varah eats at 2, 5, 8, 11, and then as I said, I pump on the third hour that’s left- 3, 6, 9, 12. Those schedules don’t exactly leave mom with much sleep. At all. Considering it takes a half hour to feed or pump.

So I was thankful when the nurse offered to feed them. Especially last night, because I was running on only a few hours from that wonderful night before.

Anyway, I’ll be back up there tonight about 10 or so… Kelley and I have a bff date. She got free tickets to the funny bone, and I decided to take her up on it when she offered the night away. Damn it, I deserve an hour away. I also have a hair appointment today at 1:30, so it’s kinda  a big day for me :)

So. Back to my babes! They are now kicking ass! The eating process has ‘clicked’ so hopefully it won’t be much longer! As I have mentioned before, they have to eat 8 times {their entire feeding} in a row, two days in a row before they can be released to their ever loving parents. Zuri was just bumped up to 8 today!!!!! And Varah got bumped up to 5! Can you believe it?! If you would have told me this even 4 days ago.. I would have had a hard time believing it. But Zuri took all 6 {she was okay’d for only 6} of her bottles yesterday, and Varah took all three that she was allowed.

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Varah shocked us all… as of Tuesday, she hadn’t finished one full feeding. Not from me nor a bottle. Then, yesterday, she finished her bottle on her first attempt, and then kept rocking it! She finished the next two after that! I knew she was going to get her feedings up’d. And the doc did his rounds this morning, noted how awesome-sauce they were yesterday and moved ’em on up.

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That’s right folks… it won’t be much longer before we all will be home. Before I have my babes in my arms, not tethered to machines, my other two children home with me, all of which driving me to lose my sanity and growing gray hair.

{Please, if you see a silver strand, please be a peach and DO NOT TELL ME. Thank you.}

I know it’s not a ton of news… but the news is a huge step in the right direction. We’re on the down hill slope now friends and fam.

Keep your prayers coming, they are helping! And while you are at it, please pray for all other little babes in the NICU. Some are sick, some are real small preemies, and some are just feeders and growers like mine. They all could use some extra love.

Toodle-o and loves!