Wow, so we're having twins again! That seems pretty big. We're still trying to wrap our heads around the concept. I pulled out my multiples nutrition and birth book from off the shelf this morning and flipped through it looking for reminders as to how much more protein I need every day etc. (it's a lot). While I was skimming, I came acrosss a chapter that I found amusing. It was on the myriad of reactions that people usually feel after finding out they are carrying multiples.
They said typically, women (and men), go through four stages: Shock-- Denial-- Anxiety/Anger/Depression--Acceptance/Adaption. (It's interesting these are also the stages of grief and mourning).
I tried to recall my feelings from my first pregnancy and I think that it is quite possibly true that I went through a period where I felt all of these emotions distinctly. This time though I think I went a lot more quickly to the acceptance and adaption stage. I don't think that that is necessarily because I've been through it before and am thence prepared. I just think that what else can you really do. Leading up to the ultrasound I perhaps felt more anxiety, but the second I saw those two little heads I moved very quickly past emotion to "well that is that." I felt peaceful and a strong sense that God will provide for us as he always has done. Everything that needs to be done will be done and we will be blessed once again with two more babies that we will love and care for and who will bring exceeding joy and poop into our lives. Perhaps this peace was only due to the holy hour I made before the sonogram, but I am grateful for it.
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
WARNING: Explicit Content
So... last night was crazy. Helena was very upset before bed, almost to the point of being inconsolable. We chalked it up to teething, and perhaps the strange acidic number 2 she dropped in her drawers right before bed. Bedtime went off without a hitch, and life continued as usual.
Until she woke up crying at 5AM...
Logan: "I think Helena's diaper is overflowing, could you grab another diaper?"
See, this isn't usual, but not unheard of. Sometimes they pee alot at night... While I'm getting the diaper from the next room I hear:
Logan: "Um... you'd better come get her..."
It seems as though the overflow was not urine-related, but was rather more sinister. And the sinister stuff was leaking out all over Helena's legs, the sheets, the comforter, and Logan. Ew. Ew. Ew. Ew. Ew. I get to work on the diaper aspect, Logan gets to work on the sheets. James gets to work on waking up and crying, and Helena gets to work on being a sad little miserable girl with diarrhea the consistency of pudding made from texas chili. See, the chili was the previous night's dinner, and I swear Helena must have eaten almost as much as I did. We surmise it was now tearing through her poor little innards, and we promised to never again repeat our mistake.
H. got a nice dip in the tub, Logan continued work on the sheets, and James, well he kept crying. Eventually everyone was clean and dry (except for James' eyes, pobrecito) but the bed was still poopy, so we decided to retreat to the guest bed (a double bed; we usually sleep in our King size swedish bed.... ahhhhh....) We hadn't all slept in that bed in several months, and the babies are decidedly larger now. It was tight. And James liked to kick. And Logan had to wake up in 30 min. to go to work. Who needs an alarm clock when you've got texas chili?
Things are calmer now, a night later. the babies are asleep in the guest bed, as our king bed is getting another treatment of stain removal. After a day of airing out, the smell was still lingering...
In other news, almond milk helps contribute to an excellent white russian.
Until she woke up crying at 5AM...
Logan: "I think Helena's diaper is overflowing, could you grab another diaper?"
See, this isn't usual, but not unheard of. Sometimes they pee alot at night... While I'm getting the diaper from the next room I hear:
Logan: "Um... you'd better come get her..."
It seems as though the overflow was not urine-related, but was rather more sinister. And the sinister stuff was leaking out all over Helena's legs, the sheets, the comforter, and Logan. Ew. Ew. Ew. Ew. Ew. I get to work on the diaper aspect, Logan gets to work on the sheets. James gets to work on waking up and crying, and Helena gets to work on being a sad little miserable girl with diarrhea the consistency of pudding made from texas chili. See, the chili was the previous night's dinner, and I swear Helena must have eaten almost as much as I did. We surmise it was now tearing through her poor little innards, and we promised to never again repeat our mistake.
H. got a nice dip in the tub, Logan continued work on the sheets, and James, well he kept crying. Eventually everyone was clean and dry (except for James' eyes, pobrecito) but the bed was still poopy, so we decided to retreat to the guest bed (a double bed; we usually sleep in our King size swedish bed.... ahhhhh....) We hadn't all slept in that bed in several months, and the babies are decidedly larger now. It was tight. And James liked to kick. And Logan had to wake up in 30 min. to go to work. Who needs an alarm clock when you've got texas chili?
Things are calmer now, a night later. the babies are asleep in the guest bed, as our king bed is getting another treatment of stain removal. After a day of airing out, the smell was still lingering...
In other news, almond milk helps contribute to an excellent white russian.
Saturday, January 31, 2009
1st Haircut!
Compare to his shaggy mane in the pics below. Also, those are dad's hands doing the cutting... Logan couldn't bring herself to do it.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Monday, January 19, 2009
Sunday, January 18, 2009
tempus fugit
it's been a while since the last post. more pics coming soon. In the meantime, there's still snow on the ground, and here's a funny story from Mass today:
Fr. John Carney, our pastor (and only resident priest) related a story from last week's coffee and doughnuts after the 9:00 Mass. Someone came up to a parishioner manning the right to life table, and said that the church should keep it's nose out of politics. After relating this story, Fr. John said:
"Well, politics should keep it's nose out of theology! The sacredness of Life from conception til death is a matter of theology, as is the sanctity of marriage between a man and a woman. We'll never shut up! Not until these issues aren't issues any more. Put that in your coffee and drink it, whoever you are!"
Fr. John Carney, our pastor (and only resident priest) related a story from last week's coffee and doughnuts after the 9:00 Mass. Someone came up to a parishioner manning the right to life table, and said that the church should keep it's nose out of politics. After relating this story, Fr. John said:
"Well, politics should keep it's nose out of theology! The sacredness of Life from conception til death is a matter of theology, as is the sanctity of marriage between a man and a woman. We'll never shut up! Not until these issues aren't issues any more. Put that in your coffee and drink it, whoever you are!"
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