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Newborns vs. 2-year-olds

NOW (and kind of THEN too):  I’m sitting here typing this feeling like I was run over by several trucks.  I’m always tired, always, but this is just ridiculous.  And it’s because of a 2-year-old.  Not her fault, but I’ll get to that.

I remember when everyone told me, “sleep while you can”.  And that newborns wake up every 2-3 hours all night long for a while.  And that I was going to be more tired than I ever was in my life.

Boy, were people wrong.

Newborns DO wake up often.  But…..lucky me…..I was off work for 12 weeks, and Tim took 8.  So when the baby-feeding-alarm went off we just got up, warmed up bottles, got babies, set up the pump.  We sat and watched tv on our bed with our babies for about a half-hour while they ate and fell back asleep and I finished pumping.  Returned them to their cribs.  Returned to our bed.  Yes, we were doing it every 3 hours.  But that was during the day too.  So if we had wanted to, we could have slept while they slept.  Or at least relaxed and zoned out in front of the tv until they woke up again.  We look back on those days with fondness.  Was it hard?  Yes.  Was I tired?  Yes.

But I really don’t think it’s anything compared to how I’m feeling right now after being woken up twice by my sweet daughter.  My sweet daughter who had never thrown up in her life.  Until last night.

Now, they often wake me in the middle of the night.  It’s usually to retrieve a stuffed animal that fell or to fix the blankets.  So I do it and I trudge back to bed.  Although I don’t usually fall back asleep right away.  And if I do, it’s usually not the GOOD sleep I was into before being awakened.

But throw-up is different.  I obviously could not give her a hug and send her on her way and put myself back to bed.

The first time it happened she was very confused.  I walked into her darkened room with no glasses and she was sitting up in bed, holding something.  I asked what she was doing.  She explained, “I have this.”  First glance, in the dark with no glasses on, I thought it was poop.  “Aw man, what did you do Ariel?”  Then, looking closer, I realized it was red.  I became alarmed.  Red is blood.  I turned on the light.  No…..red is thrown-up raspberries.  Which she had dripping down her jammies, all over her hands, on her blankets and sheets.

I couldn’t do anything in this state.  I needed my glasses.  After retrieving them I started cleaning up her hands with baby wipes for the time being and got her out of her jammies.  Then I stood her on the floor as I started stripping the bed.  After a couple seconds I looked over at her and realized she was shivering.  Duh, should probably take care of the kid first.  But it was 2 in the morning, and our first throw-up incident.

So I brought her to wash her hands and face more properly in the sink and got her redressed.  I covered her with some blankets as she sat on the floor watching me take apart and put her bedding back together.

I turned the light back off, got her tucked back in, read her a quick story and took the dirty comforter, sheets, mattress pad and jammies downstairs to the top of the basement steps.

Ok, maybe 20 minutes later, back to bed.  Not back to sleep, but back to bed.  My mind was racing, as was usual when I try to go back to bed in the middle of the night.  I’m great at falling asleep initially, bordering on narcolepsy, but to re-fall asleep is hard.  I was kinda dozing off around 4 when I heard her crying.  This time I didn’t hestitate.  I rushed back to her room, grabbing my glasses on the way.  When I got there she was still laying down, on her side, in a puddle of puke.  Poor baby had it all over her pillow, in her hair, even in her ear, and obviously on her face.

I didn’t have to strip the whole bed this time, just got the pillow away and the jammies again.  However, the sink wouldn’t do the job on the girl.  I took her in the bathroom and she started crying again.  I soothed her, quickly so as not to wake Will, and knew she was mostly just scared because this had never happened to her before and at first she was shocked and confused, but calm.  This time she was upset.  And extra tired.  And so was her mommy.

I got her washed up and she seemed her happy self.  She crawled into bed with her book again and was pleased that I had brought her a new pillow with a star pillowcase that matched her sheets.  I asked her how her belly felt and she said sick.  I thought a cracker or something might help and she agreed when I asked her.  I went downstairs and decided I better just throw everything in the washer now, just in case.  Then I my way back up I grabbed a Club cracker for her.  She ate half, sitting up in bed, leaning against me.  Then she said she felt better and she’d go to sleep.  So she did.  But I didn’t.  Every time a dog would make a noise or Tim or the baby monitor, I would be wide-awake again.  So when I looked at the clock and realized I was supposed to get up in 10 minutes to exercise, I decided to reset my alarm for another hour.  No exercising.  Besides, my tummy wasn’t feeling the best either.

I never did get back to sleep so I probably should have just gotten up and exercised, especially since I signed up for an 8K this Saturday.  But once I did get up….my stomach troubles really hit me.  I felt so sick.  I got myself ready and ate some oatmeal and felt better.  But I was dragging myself.  By the time I got to work I couldn’t even stand up without feeling like I was going to puke.  Not good.  I chalked it up to lack of sleep.  I never like to admit I’m sick….that’s always a last resort.

I made it through most of the day, but finally had to call another teacher to take my class because I felt like I was going to pass out and/or throw up.  I went home a little early and let my parents take care of the kids until Tim got home.  Upon coming in the house I was informed that Will had also thrown up that morning….all over the carpet…..in my sickened state I could still smell it.  There wasn’t really anything I could do about it so I just sprayed a little Febreeze and figured I’ll vacuum tomorrow and re-spray.

After dinner we did our usual movie routine.  The kids sat on either side of me and we all curled up under a blanket while we watched The Little Mermaid.  Tim picked my favorite because I’m sick.  🙂   We even got them to drink some grape Pedialyte.  A year or so ago, whenever the last time was that they were sick, I had bought little individual packets of powdered Pedialyte.  It’s more expensive than buying the liquid, but the liquid expires like a week after you open it.  So spending more money and actually using the packets is way better than just throwing out the less expensive liquid.  And it’s good to have on hand at times like these because the kids had barely eaten or drank anything all day.  They sucked it right down, which I was surprised about because last time Will wouldn’t touch the stuff.  🙂  So we had a laid-back night, which was good.  I was still feeling pretty sick and tired and I didn’t know how often I’d be woken up by the kids in the night, so I took a sick day just to be safe.

So…..would you rather have the sleepy feeling of a mom of a newborn?  Or go to work after a night of being a mom to a 2-year old?  

Just for fun….here’s a picture of the twins and the snowman we made last week, when there was actually snow one day.  🙂

Christmas Specials!!! It Begins Again…..

NOW: One of my favorite things to do with Tim during the holidays is watch Christmas movies.  So we own a LOT of them.  This year, we decided that we should share this tradition with the twins!  So, almost every night, we have been watching a Christmas movie with them.  This is slightly against my better judgement because during the week, the only time I really spend with the kids is after dinner.  And now I’m taking that time to watch a movie.  But, it’s the holidays.  And I’m watching it with them, so we’re still spending family time together.  I just feel guilty sometimes I guess.  Same feeling most working moms probably get.

Anyway, here’s what we’ve watched so far.  We have so many, that if we hadn’t started early, we might not get through all of them.  Plus, we like to watch our favorites more than once if possible.

On Thanksgiving, we brought Santa Claus is Coming to Town with us to Mema and Papa’s house.  We had a sneaking suspicion that the next day while we were shopping, Mema would encourage the twins to go see Santa at the mall.  So, it would probably be best if they knew a little about who he is.  Here’s the link to some information about the movie, if you’ve never seen it.  It’s cute!

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0066327/

It’s one of those that used to be on TV every year, and probably still is on ABC Family or something.  But that just wasn’t good enough for us, we had to own the DVD.

But…….we’re going to have to re-watch it.  When we’re at home, the kids sit with us and watch nicely, asking a million questions, but that’s ok.  Well, it was a different story when there was so much exploring to do in a different house with different people, especially when Great-Grandma and Uncle Larry showed up.  So they weren’t really paying attention.

Then, last Saturday, we watched one of my favorites.  It’s VERY hard to find on DVD now…..in fact, my mom just bought it on Amazon for $30!!!!  For a DVD!!!!!  And now it’s up to almost double that.  (from independant sellers because it’s no longer produced).  We got it a while ago, so we didn’t spend nearly that much at the time.

Muppet Family Christmas!!!!!  If you have never seen this you are really missing out.  And it has everyone…..all of the Muppets; Kermit, Miss Piggy, Fozzie, etc.  Plus, Sesame Street characters and an appearance by the Fraggles!!!   And OMG did the twins love it!  They have been asking for it nightly now……Puppets, with all the Friends??  So, I guess we’ll have to re-watch this one at some point too.  Which we usually do anyway. 

No matter what I have done as a mom so far.  No matter what mistakes I’ve made.  No matter what way(s) I’ve already messed my kids up for life.  One thing is for certain:

I have done right by my kids because they like the Muppets.  That’s enough.

On Sunday afternoon, we watched Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer.  And held our little stuffed Rudolph and Clarice while we watched.  Ever since then, they’ve also pulled down two more stuffed Rudolphs I have…..that were supposed to be used as decorations (yeah, right).  One of them is from Build-a-Bear I think….and we put in the sound chip in that has Rudolph’s voice. 

However, they keep calling them kangaroos.  For the past 4 days they’ve been inseperable…..especially Will……but they keep calling them kangaroos.  No matter how much we correct them.  They’ll say reindeer after you remind them.  Like once.  Then it’s back to “want to see how I go pee-pee, kangaroo?” or , “watch me eat carrots kangaroo”.  It’s hilarious.

Sunday night was a bit of a VERY surprising flop.  Christmas Eve on Sesame Street.  We thought this would be a big hit, considering their love of SS.    They did like it, but didn’t LOVE it.  Maybe it was the lack of Elmo?  Or because it was an actual storyline?  They did love the Ernie/Bert Gift of the Magi segment though.  And they really loved seeing Snuffy because they have the stuffed version of him, but he’s not on Sesame Street much anymore.

They insisted on Puppets again Monday, so we chose The Muppet Christmas Carol.  My second-favorite version of the Charles Dickens story.  They loved this too, but were a little disappointed with the lack of Miss Piggy (I think Ariel is Miss Piggy, just not a pig).  Gonzo Charles Dickens and Rizzo made up for it though.  A little.

Then, Tuesday; “MORE MUPPETS!!  Watch a Movie, Mommy?  Watch a Movie, Daddy?  More Muppets????  All the friends?”  This is what I heard all day(I had to take a day off of work because my dad had been with my mom at the hospital all night….she’s having a little issue with her eye.  She’s fine though).  Anyway.  I told them they had to wait until Daddy got home, and as soon as he did they started again.

Thank goodness we have more Muppet Christmas specials.  🙂

The Very, Merry Muppet Christmas Movie was on tap for us next.  It’s actually the only version of It’s a Wonderful Life that I’ve ever seen.  And Tim too.  No joke.  It’s a relatively new Muppet movie, and was on TV a  few years ago, but it’s still good.  And there is plentiful Kermit and Miss Piggy, so twins were pretty happy.  🙂  They obviously didn’t get the whole “What if I had never been born?” idea, but they enjoyed it anyway. 

Wednesday we went to the mall and didn’t watch a movie.  Boo.

Thursday we actually had to wait to for Daddy to get home to make dinner.  Usually I start dinner, but he was making risotto and that’s WAY too complicated for me to get started on.  I took out all of his prepped ingredients and that was about it. 

Anyway, that meant we didn’t have as much time after dinner for a full-length movie so we decided on How The Grinch Stole Christmas.  Cartoon version, not live-action.

Of course, Mommy has a stuffed Grinch and Max that the twins could hold during the movie.   Again…..they’re supposed to be decorations.  Stuffed decorations?  Not with 2-year-olds.  They really enjoyed this one too, especially all of the cool toys the Whos have.  And they literally squealed with delight when they realized the Grinch was “Giving back presents!  Giving back food!”   “Grinch nice now!” 

More to come throughout the holiday season!  Including some that Daddy and Mommy will watch by themselves.  Not because they’re naughty, just more over-their-heads, or possibly boring from a 2-year-olds perspective (Christmas Carol with Alastair Sim for example).  That’s good though, because as much as I am enjoying sharing this tradition with the twins, it’s definitely different than just watching them alone!  Ha!  This is now.

THEN:  One of the good things that came out of my inability to go see my newborn children was how excited Tim was every time he came back from the NICU.  He was bubbling over with excitement to tell me about them. 

Especially when he realized that Ariel was turning her head towards the sound of his voice.  I know that “studies show” that babies know their father’s voice by the age of 6 weeks.  Ariel knew her daddy’s voice at the age of 16 hours.  🙂  I know it sounds ridiculous, but I witnessed it later that day.  Every time he would talk, she would try to turn her head to the sound.  It was the sweetest thing I had ever heard or seen.

I had delivered the twins Sunday evening.  By Monday evening, I could go see them.  I had to wait to have my catheder removed (oh so much fun!).  Then the nurses had to move me to a different room on a different floor – the  maternity recovery ward.  I couldn’t walk yet, so they had to push me in a wheelchair.  Tim helped move my stuff.  And our friend Jay had come up to visit, so he helped too.  I was just so impatient but trying to be patient.  Like, I didn’t snap at the nurses to move faster…..but I was thinking it!  Ha ha.

I was finally settled up in my new room.  NOW can I go see the babies?????  So, Tim took me down.  I was in awe.  The NICU was like nothing I had ever experienced before.  First, Tim had to confirm who I was so that I could get my bracelet allowing me inside the unit.  It matched Tim’s, and the babies had matching ones on their little incubators.  I was told that I had to show my bracelet every time I came to visit them so that I could be let in by the nurse at the front desk.  The door were locked at all times.  We were allowed to bring in two other people per baby.  Each baby was only allowed 3 visitors at a time.  And, if it was too crowded in their room (the rooms each held 6-7 babies), everyone but the parents would be asked to leave.

We were also allowed to designate up to 4 people that could come in without Tim or I.  Anyone else who wanted to visit had to be escorted in by one of us.  So, we designated each of our parents.  They could come visit whenever they wanted, but they could not bring in other people like we could.

It was all very complicated and secure.  I was grateful and amazed by the efficiency of it all.  But I was still very impatient.  I didn’t care.  I just wanted to get in the room and see where my babies would be living for the next few…..days?  Weeks?  Months?   And I wanted to see them again!  They didn’t seem real.  More like a dream. 

Tim had done a lot of the paperwork/procedure stuff the last 24 hours, but it still needed to be explained to me.  *sigh*

FINALLY it was time to go inside.  Tim wheeled me down the MILES LONG hallway.  Not really, just felt that way.  I wished he would RUN.  We passed room after room after room, all filled with little teeny tiny babies that couldn’t go home yet for various reasons.  I had been warned by Tim that the privacy was VERY important here.  I shouldn’t linger by cribs that weren’t mine, or look too long at information tags that were hanging near the babies.  But I couldn’t stop looking around.  Waiting waiting waiting to get to the very end of the hallway where DogWood room was.  Where my babies were.

When we finally got to their door we were buzzed in by the nurses and I held my breath as we went down to the two little incubators at the middle-left and far-left.  I can picture it as if I’m walking it again right now.  That was then.