Showing posts with label crazy experiences. Show all posts
Showing posts with label crazy experiences. Show all posts

January 30, 2014

Things that got us through

Twins are hard. Harder than one baby. Harder to carry, harder to take places, harder to keep asleep at night, harder to feed, harder to bond with (because you have to make sure you have good bonding time with both separately), etc. Here are some things that have gotten us through so far:

Formula:
I know - how terrible of me, right? Well it's hard enough to give enough food to one baby, so two was a challenge. Especially when the hormones in your body set off a bad toothache and suddenly you need a root canal, and then the antibiotics for that root canal give you hives, and because of those hives you need lot of Benadryl, and that Benadryl dried up your milk supply and you can't ever regain that awesome milk supply you started with. So, I am grateful for formula. Also because my babies were premature and needed the extra calories after birth to gain weight. They needed it.

Dave's parents:
They live about 5 minutes away, so they were in the hospital with me through the weekend of hell (birth story coming soon) when Dave couldn't be. We also get to take the boys over there whenever we need a little break, want to go out, or just let the boys have some Nana and Papa time. They have helped us out tremendously, and that is probably an understatement.

My parents:
My mom came out for 5 and a half weeks after I had the twins, and she helped us throughout the night feedings and throughout the hormone-causing spiral of pain and stress (mentioned in Formula section). My dad was able to come out for a few days as well, and spent a lot of time with the boys and did some small repairs on our house. And when we went to California for a couple of weeks for Christmas and New Years they watched the boys almost every day so I could spend time with friends and get out in the sun. My mom and I FaceTime often, and sometimes I do it just so she can virtually watch them while I make bottles or to give them some Grandma time. I'm really grateful for that.

Free bottles from the NICU:
The boys were in the NICU for almost 2 weeks, and in the mother room where you can pump and do other private things, they have drawers full of bottles to take home and store your milk in. You can literally take home as many as you can fit in your bag. We stuffed more in our pockets every day. We just kept those and bought the nipples that fit them at the store. We hadn't paid for a single bottle until they started eating so much we had to switch to the 10 oz bottles. We even got some of those from the hospital too, before the boys were discharged.

The breastpump:
I hate it but I love it. I had to pump after EVERY FEEDING to generate enough milk flow, and to keep a good milk supply in the fridge. They had 8 feedings a day... And while they were in the hospital I had to pump at home every feeding time. It really consumes your day. But I got a lot of reading done, and they were getting my milk. That's all that mattered. Baby Dave refused to breastfeed at about 3 months old. It was really hard for me to accept and I beat myself up about it all the time. I continued to nurse Harrison, and pumped as often as I could to keep giving David milk until Harrison decided he was done too. They got my milk until they were 6 months old. So I'm grateful for the pump because I would HATE if Harrison got all the good nutrients from my milk and David couldn't get any.

Craigslist/friends:
We got most of our baby stuff free from friends or family, or for cheap on Craigslist. We have saved a lot of money that way. We probably spent less money than a singleton mother would (on the one-time costs -- If you need help calculating costs for having a baby in your situation, find out here). Example: We got TWO CRIBS for free from friends. Yeah. Pretty good.


These things have made our life of twins babies easier, more affordable, and bearable.
So if you ever have twins, keep these in mind.

Me and Harrison in the first month or two.






August 4, 2013

One Month

My sons are a month old. It was official two days ago but I was too busy and tired to write anything... They are over 7.5 lbs now.



One of my craziest experiences so far was last week when I was alone with the boys in the house. 
I was watching TV (something I hadn't done in a while) and one of the boys started crying. It was David.
It was just about time for them to eat so I decide to grab him and go to the living room where the most comfortable chair is for nursing (it takes them a while to eat and be full... they are still so little they fall asleep a lot). I start nursing David and after only a couple of minutes Harrison wakes up. Now he's crying.

I realize I did not think ahead...

I now have to maneuver David -who has just started to eat and be happy- off the nursing pillow and in a strong football hold in one arm while keeping him latched so that I can go upstairs and get Harrison without disturbing David's mealtime. 
I successfully make it upstairs without disturbing him. And now I'm looking at Harrison...wondering how to retrieve him. I make several attempts at picking him up with my one other arm, and fail. So I decide it is necessary to detach from David. I quickly put him down next to Harrison in the crib and swoop them both up in my arms. I quite literally laughed a loud, triumphant laugh as I carried them downstairs. 
I haven't figured out how to breastfeed both of them at the same time without someone positioning me first, so I set David in his bouncer and get a bottle of my previously pumped milk out and warm it up (slowly heat it in a mug of hot water - thankfully I have a bottle-warmer now) while holding Harrison in the other arm. David is crying when I get back to him. 

Note: When I am alone during the day with them I usually feed them like this:

And they like it. The folded blankets next to them hold the bottles up. 

But only one of them was eating from a bottle this time so I get on the floor and put Harrison on the blanket and latch David again. Then I realize before I can feed Harrison he needs a burp cloth underneath him because the milk runs down his chin. The burp cloth was across the room. So I have to put David down again and grab it. Okay NOW I'm ready. I get David back on and get the bottle in Harrison's mouth and they're off! 
Then it was great.

It's fun. 

...Seriously. I love them.