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Saturday, January 7, 2012
Friday, January 6, 2012
Suggestions, Please?
480 diapers. That's when we stopped counting.
In a little over a month, Ezra and Elliott have gone through over 500 diapers. With Eliza still in diapers as well, Nathan and I find them to be one of our biggest monthly expenses. After doing the math and calculating the future costs of keeping all three of our children in diapers, Nathan has decided it is time to do something drastic.
Cloth diapering.
I have been impressed by the dedication of many fellow mothers when it comes to cloth diapering, and I must admit I never saw myself joining their ranks. It seemed so difficult, especially when Nathan and I were both working. I tried cloth on Eliza and quit after a day when she developed a pretty bad diaper rash. Recently though, I have read multiple posts on the subject and have gained some confidence that it is possible to cloth diaper twins. However, it always seems like each mom has different suggestions. Because of this, I would like firsthand advice on what cloth diapering system is the best. My biggest fear is spending money on cloth diapers and then failing to use them because they don't work for some reason. We don't really have the money (who does, really?) to try out several different types of cloth diapers, so it would be nice to start in the right direction.
Maybe it's asking a lot to find the ideal cloth diapering system in one try, but I think with your help, it's definitely a possibility!
Hopefully, I won't give up so easily this time. Nathan is determined to save our bank account and the environment, so I feel like between the two of us, we have a good chance of succeeding!
(Brittany- I have been reading your posts for the last hour or so! What's the final recommendation on your end?)
In a little over a month, Ezra and Elliott have gone through over 500 diapers. With Eliza still in diapers as well, Nathan and I find them to be one of our biggest monthly expenses. After doing the math and calculating the future costs of keeping all three of our children in diapers, Nathan has decided it is time to do something drastic.
Cloth diapering.
I have been impressed by the dedication of many fellow mothers when it comes to cloth diapering, and I must admit I never saw myself joining their ranks. It seemed so difficult, especially when Nathan and I were both working. I tried cloth on Eliza and quit after a day when she developed a pretty bad diaper rash. Recently though, I have read multiple posts on the subject and have gained some confidence that it is possible to cloth diaper twins. However, it always seems like each mom has different suggestions. Because of this, I would like firsthand advice on what cloth diapering system is the best. My biggest fear is spending money on cloth diapers and then failing to use them because they don't work for some reason. We don't really have the money (who does, really?) to try out several different types of cloth diapers, so it would be nice to start in the right direction.
Maybe it's asking a lot to find the ideal cloth diapering system in one try, but I think with your help, it's definitely a possibility!
Hopefully, I won't give up so easily this time. Nathan is determined to save our bank account and the environment, so I feel like between the two of us, we have a good chance of succeeding!
(Brittany- I have been reading your posts for the last hour or so! What's the final recommendation on your end?)
Thursday, January 5, 2012
Wherein We Leave the Pediatrician Speechless
Yesterday, we took Ezra and Elliott to the pediatrician to be seen for thrush. Nathan and I were fairly excited for the appointment because it meant the babies would be weighed again for the first time in three weeks. We can definitely tell the boys are bigger, so we each made guesses as to how much Ezra and Elliott weighed on the way to the office.
Nathan thought Ezra was about 7 pounds and Elliott was 7 1/2 pounds. I added half of a pound to those amounts, guessing that Ezra weighed 7 1/2 pounds and Elliott weighed 8 pounds.
We were both way off.
Ezra weighs an impressive 8 pounds 8 ounces, while Elliott weighs a staggering 9 pounds 6 ounces!
Let me tell you about their furious pace of growing and remind you of their weight history. Less than three weeks ago, Ezra weighed 5 pounds 9 ounces and Elliott at 6 pounds 6 ounces. They weighed 4 pounds 10 ounces and 5 pounds 5 ounces at birth, but Ezra lost down to 4 pounds 1 ounce, and Elliott went down to 4 pounds 11 ounces before coming home. That's a lot of numbers, but essentially, they have nearly DOUBLED their birth weight! Most babies do not double their birth weight until 6 months, so this is a big deal.
We were shocked. The pediatrician also couldn't believe it.
She walked into the examination room and gasped when she saw the boys. She kept saying, "These aren't the same babies! These are Michelin babies!" (referencing the Michelin man). She then looked at the boys' measurements and was nearly speechless. She kept trying to find a way to convey her shock, but mostly said: "I can't believe it!" and "How!?"
I'll tell you how....endless feedings! That's how!
I let her know we had been feeding them pure, unfortified breast milk (despite her suggestion). I explained that we had used formula one day (while I was on Lortab) and had supplemented their night feedings with formula for several days while I tried to recover. Other than that, though, we did not rely on formula. I also informed her that we were no longer charting their feedings due to the fact that at last count, each boy was eating over 40 ounces a day. There was no question in my mind that 40 ounces of milk a day for a 4 week old was enough nutrition, so I stopped tallying everything.
The pediatrician said no one would ever believe our babies were born prematurely. She then said the words I was dying to hear: "Well, you certainly don't need to use formula at all. Your breast milk should be fine." (And added I was essentially feeding four babies, instead of two.)
Validation! Yes! And yesterday, I really needed it.
While we probably will continue to intermittently use formula, I really needed some sort of morale boost when it came to nursing. I have been in agony for nearly a week now. And yesterday (and particularly the last two nights), I was in unbearable pain throughout the day. Mastitis, thrush, and a clogged milk duct had kept me awake all night. n.
My routine was hot compresses, hot showers, pump, nurse, try to rest, repeat. It was so bad I could not sleep at all on Tuesday night and by the time my shift was over, I was in tears. I told Nathan I wanted to give up nursing and that it wasn't worth the pain and frustration. He has repeatedly told me (and so have several other people) that breastfeeding doesn't equal mothering; I can still be an amazing mom without nursing.
I have had a hard time accepting that, though. I know it is true, but I have put a ridiculous amount of pressure on myself unnecessarily. By yesterday, I had reached my obvious breaking point and was willing to concede defeat. Hearing the pediatrician say the boys were now in the 75th percentile and above the 95th percentile snapped me out of my depression and helped ease feelings of doubt and hopelessness.
So, I'm not giving up yet. Feeling positive about the situation has made me feel like a new person today. I've also let go of the self-pressure to make every single feeding breast milk. If they have to have formula for some reason, it isn't the end of the world. They are big, and they are healthy. Look at these chubby cheeks!
And sorry my blog is only about breastfeeding these days. When you are feeding twins every two hours, it is really the only thing on your mind. Everything in my day revolves around it. Maybe in a month or so, I will find other things to talk about :)
Nathan thought Ezra was about 7 pounds and Elliott was 7 1/2 pounds. I added half of a pound to those amounts, guessing that Ezra weighed 7 1/2 pounds and Elliott weighed 8 pounds.
We were both way off.
Ezra weighs an impressive 8 pounds 8 ounces, while Elliott weighs a staggering 9 pounds 6 ounces!
Let me tell you about their furious pace of growing and remind you of their weight history. Less than three weeks ago, Ezra weighed 5 pounds 9 ounces and Elliott at 6 pounds 6 ounces. They weighed 4 pounds 10 ounces and 5 pounds 5 ounces at birth, but Ezra lost down to 4 pounds 1 ounce, and Elliott went down to 4 pounds 11 ounces before coming home. That's a lot of numbers, but essentially, they have nearly DOUBLED their birth weight! Most babies do not double their birth weight until 6 months, so this is a big deal.
We were shocked. The pediatrician also couldn't believe it.
She walked into the examination room and gasped when she saw the boys. She kept saying, "These aren't the same babies! These are Michelin babies!" (referencing the Michelin man). She then looked at the boys' measurements and was nearly speechless. She kept trying to find a way to convey her shock, but mostly said: "I can't believe it!" and "How!?"
I'll tell you how....endless feedings! That's how!
I let her know we had been feeding them pure, unfortified breast milk (despite her suggestion). I explained that we had used formula one day (while I was on Lortab) and had supplemented their night feedings with formula for several days while I tried to recover. Other than that, though, we did not rely on formula. I also informed her that we were no longer charting their feedings due to the fact that at last count, each boy was eating over 40 ounces a day. There was no question in my mind that 40 ounces of milk a day for a 4 week old was enough nutrition, so I stopped tallying everything.
The pediatrician said no one would ever believe our babies were born prematurely. She then said the words I was dying to hear: "Well, you certainly don't need to use formula at all. Your breast milk should be fine." (And added I was essentially feeding four babies, instead of two.)
Validation! Yes! And yesterday, I really needed it.
While we probably will continue to intermittently use formula, I really needed some sort of morale boost when it came to nursing. I have been in agony for nearly a week now. And yesterday (and particularly the last two nights), I was in unbearable pain throughout the day. Mastitis, thrush, and a clogged milk duct had kept me awake all night. n.
My routine was hot compresses, hot showers, pump, nurse, try to rest, repeat. It was so bad I could not sleep at all on Tuesday night and by the time my shift was over, I was in tears. I told Nathan I wanted to give up nursing and that it wasn't worth the pain and frustration. He has repeatedly told me (and so have several other people) that breastfeeding doesn't equal mothering; I can still be an amazing mom without nursing.
I have had a hard time accepting that, though. I know it is true, but I have put a ridiculous amount of pressure on myself unnecessarily. By yesterday, I had reached my obvious breaking point and was willing to concede defeat. Hearing the pediatrician say the boys were now in the 75th percentile and above the 95th percentile snapped me out of my depression and helped ease feelings of doubt and hopelessness.
So, I'm not giving up yet. Feeling positive about the situation has made me feel like a new person today. I've also let go of the self-pressure to make every single feeding breast milk. If they have to have formula for some reason, it isn't the end of the world. They are big, and they are healthy. Look at these chubby cheeks!
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
Good News / Bad News
This evening, I went to the doctor for an emergency room follow-up visit. I received some good news and the expected bad news.
I'll start with the bad news first, so we end things on a positive note!
Bad News: I have mastitis and thrush. That means the babies have thrush, too.
I've been taking the antibiotics for mastitis since Saturday, but the ER doctor wasn't sure I had thrush and therefore didn't give me a prescription to treat it. I informed the physician that I had spoken to a lactation consultant (Caitlin) and had all the symptoms of thrush. So yes, I told him! I even told him what to prescribe me! The biggest downside to delaying the treatment of thrush is that Ezra and Elliott both have symptoms (it is transferred from mother to baby and vice versa) and have been fussy for days now. Poor babies. Poor me awake with babies at night.
Treatment is on the way, though, so hopefully things will get better quickly for all of us.
Good News: I have lost 35 pounds in 5 weeks! Ask me how!
Get pregnant with twins, gain tons of weight, have twins, breastfeed. You really didn't think I would say: working out and eating healthy foods, right?
And even though I can't squeeze myself into any of my old jeans, I am just fine with my current weight. I'm quite sure I will never fit into my old clothes (everything is wider), but I am coming to terms with it. When I got "dressed up" a couple of weeks ago, I felt like a million bucks.
It's good to know my vanity still exist somewhere beneath the spit-up covered t-shirts and baggy sweat pants! Good for Nathan that is-- maybe one day he'll get his old wife back!
I'll start with the bad news first, so we end things on a positive note!
Bad News: I have mastitis and thrush. That means the babies have thrush, too.
I've been taking the antibiotics for mastitis since Saturday, but the ER doctor wasn't sure I had thrush and therefore didn't give me a prescription to treat it. I informed the physician that I had spoken to a lactation consultant (Caitlin) and had all the symptoms of thrush. So yes, I told him! I even told him what to prescribe me! The biggest downside to delaying the treatment of thrush is that Ezra and Elliott both have symptoms (it is transferred from mother to baby and vice versa) and have been fussy for days now. Poor babies. Poor me awake with babies at night.
Treatment is on the way, though, so hopefully things will get better quickly for all of us.
Good News: I have lost 35 pounds in 5 weeks! Ask me how!
Get pregnant with twins, gain tons of weight, have twins, breastfeed. You really didn't think I would say: working out and eating healthy foods, right?
And even though I can't squeeze myself into any of my old jeans, I am just fine with my current weight. I'm quite sure I will never fit into my old clothes (everything is wider), but I am coming to terms with it. When I got "dressed up" a couple of weeks ago, I felt like a million bucks.
Monday, January 2, 2012
"I Did It!"
Eliza is two going on ten. She refuses any form of help and continually insists that she "can do it." From putting peanut butter on bread to insisting on taking out the trash, Eliza wants to do everything with absolutely no assistance.
Independence is great and all, but moderation in all things is best. After the events of yesterday morning, I am an even stronger believer in this notion.
For a mid-morning snack, Nathan decided to heat up a cinnamon roll for Eliza. In the microwave. Innocent enough. (Please keep in mind that the microwave is built into the kitchen's island, which is eye level for Eliza.)
He gave Eliza the cinnamon roll and quickly went to the bathroom to finish shaving. The bathroom is adjacent to the kitchen and the door was open. Nathan has not had a waking moment to himself in weeks, so he has to find random windows of time in order to do anything other than tend to the babies and Eliza. He thought Eliza was adequately distracted with her treat and considered it a "safe" moment to shave.
Well, he was right about the cinnamon roll distracting Eliza. Unfortunately, the microwave did as well.
Just a couple of minutes into shaving, Eliza ran into the bathroom and exclaimed: "I did it!" Nathan assumed she was referring to eating her cinnamon roll (and you know what they say about assuming) and continued to shave. However, he soon stopped after he heard the faint humming sound of the microwave. He walked out of the bathroom and discovered the kitchen engulfed in black smoke that was rapidly pouring out of the microwave.
Apparently, Eliza had decided to reheat the cinnamon roll on her own. She discovered how to start the microwave and just kept pressing buttons, so the roll would continue to cook. Clever girl. The cinnamon roll resembled a hockey puck when Nathan pulled it out of the microwave.
During all of the commotion, I was in the basement with Ty and Jenny tending to the babies. Nathan called down the stairs, "If the smoke alarm goes off and it smell like fire, don't worry! I know why!"
Umm...okay?
A few seconds later, the awful, overwhelming smell of charred toast filled the basement (and the entire house); it then transformed into the smell of a freshly doused campfire. Over 24 hours later, the smell remains. We have opened doors, cleaned with Clorox, put out baking soda, lit Scentsy candles, and sprayed air freshener. Tonight, we even removed the microwave and took it outside. None of this has done the trick.
Just another reminder to never leave a toddler unattended- even if it's for less than five minutes. Looking at that cinnamon roll, though, I can't help but laugh. Eliza's excitement at successfully working the microwave (and nearly setting the house on fire) is somehow adorable. Oh, the inquisitive mind of a two year old!
Independence is great and all, but moderation in all things is best. After the events of yesterday morning, I am an even stronger believer in this notion.
For a mid-morning snack, Nathan decided to heat up a cinnamon roll for Eliza. In the microwave. Innocent enough. (Please keep in mind that the microwave is built into the kitchen's island, which is eye level for Eliza.)
He gave Eliza the cinnamon roll and quickly went to the bathroom to finish shaving. The bathroom is adjacent to the kitchen and the door was open. Nathan has not had a waking moment to himself in weeks, so he has to find random windows of time in order to do anything other than tend to the babies and Eliza. He thought Eliza was adequately distracted with her treat and considered it a "safe" moment to shave.
Well, he was right about the cinnamon roll distracting Eliza. Unfortunately, the microwave did as well.
Just a couple of minutes into shaving, Eliza ran into the bathroom and exclaimed: "I did it!" Nathan assumed she was referring to eating her cinnamon roll (and you know what they say about assuming) and continued to shave. However, he soon stopped after he heard the faint humming sound of the microwave. He walked out of the bathroom and discovered the kitchen engulfed in black smoke that was rapidly pouring out of the microwave.
Apparently, Eliza had decided to reheat the cinnamon roll on her own. She discovered how to start the microwave and just kept pressing buttons, so the roll would continue to cook. Clever girl. The cinnamon roll resembled a hockey puck when Nathan pulled it out of the microwave.
Umm...okay?
A few seconds later, the awful, overwhelming smell of charred toast filled the basement (and the entire house); it then transformed into the smell of a freshly doused campfire. Over 24 hours later, the smell remains. We have opened doors, cleaned with Clorox, put out baking soda, lit Scentsy candles, and sprayed air freshener. Tonight, we even removed the microwave and took it outside. None of this has done the trick.
Just another reminder to never leave a toddler unattended- even if it's for less than five minutes. Looking at that cinnamon roll, though, I can't help but laugh. Eliza's excitement at successfully working the microwave (and nearly setting the house on fire) is somehow adorable. Oh, the inquisitive mind of a two year old!
The First Day of the New Year
Ty, Jenny, and I rang in the new year by watching Food Network and drinking sparkling apple cider. Nathan was exhausted after an incredibly long day and went to bed before 10. Regardless of how I felt, I had to take a shift so Nathan could finally sleep.
Luckily for me, Ty and Jenny did most of the work. I was not much help, as I was slightly delirious from a mixture of a fever and Lortab/Tylenol with Codeine. At 3:45, I finally woke Nathan up so I could go to sleep.
A couple of hours later, I woke up and knew something was wrong. My entire body was burning hot, and I felt like I couldn't move. I reached for the thermometer on the bedside table and took my temperature in a daze. I heard the beep and looked at the results: 102. 8.
I definitely had a fever. I needed water and some ibuprofen, but I couldn't move due to an overwhelming feeling of weakness and dizziness. Worst of all, my head was pounding so hard that my vision was blurry. I was a little worried about myself and hoped I wouldn't have to go back to the hospital again.
I took a picture of myself to send to Nathan, so he would pity me and come to my rescue. I was too dizzy to actually send it, though, so I tried calling him. I began to feel a little desperate when I realized his phone was turned off. As a last ditch effort, I started calling his name, hoping he would hear me down in the basement. It didn't work.
Eventually, I rolled out of bed and crawled to the top of the staircase. I called down to him and heard him answer in an exhausted voice. Apparently, he had been sleeping. The following conversation then took place:
Celia: "Nathan, I have a 102.8 degree fever. I need help."
Nathan: "You'd be dead by now!"
Celia: "What?"
Nathan: "110 degree fever? You'd be dead!"
Celia: "I said 102."
Nathan: "Oh."
Nathan: "Oh."
Nathan eventually made it up the stairs and was concerned when he saw me. He gave me water and my medicine and helped me back into bed. I said a prayer that the pain, fever, headache, and dizziness would subside and fell asleep.
Four hours later, I awoke and felt like a new woman! Amazingly, my headache was mostly gone and my fever went down to 100.7. I had decided to stop taking the stronger drugs around midnight and was even able to resume nursing. Apparently, all I needed was sleep. It cured almost everything.
And tonight, my fever is completely gone! I'm still dizzy, but I can handle it. Obviously, it isn't too horrible or I wouldn't be blogging!
I'm certainly glad I don't look or feel like this anymore:
I'm certainly glad I don't look or feel like this anymore:
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| The difference between a mild fever and high fever. I'm glad my skin is no longer sickly pale or dark red. And yes, now you have seen me at my finest! |
Sunday, January 1, 2012
Highlights from 2011
January
- Nathan was able to quit his job at Noodles and Company, and we finally had the opportunity to see each other on a daily basis.
- My dear friend, Katy, moved to Provo and began watching Eliza for a few hours every morning. This meant hours of good times, including fun watching "Yo Gabba Gabba," for our little girl.
February
- I miscarried for the second time in six months, and I found myself reevaluating my priorities and my crazy work schedule.
- We also had some good news that month. Nathan was offically accepted to Western States University in Portland for chiropractic school. We made plans to move in August and tried to mentally prepare for the graduate school life.
March
- Eliza turned 18 months old and began saying short sentences. She added a number of words to her vocabulary and seemingly transformed from baby to toddler overnight.
- I enjoyed an abundance of late nights with my girlfriends, watching shows like "Face Off" and playing hours of Dr. Mario while Nathan studied for organic chemistry and anatomy.
April
- We found out I was pregnant again!
May
- The hyperemesis began, and I turned into a walking zombie. We had our first ultrasound and were happy to see a heartbeat! We found out we were having twins at the end of the month. All of our plans slowly began to change.
- Our dear friend and roommate, Amalia, returned from New Zealand. It was great to have such a wonderful friend in our home, especially when I became so sick and felt miserable all the time.
June
- After weeks of constant vomiting, I found myself unable to work and had to quit my job at SirsiDynix. I could no longer make it to the office and remained on the couch the entirety of the day.
- Due to my sickness, my mother-in-law came to live with us for the month. Nathan and I decided to move to Othello and live with my in-laws in order to get the help we needed.
- I received IV therapy for over 30 days. Nathan was amazing and learned how to start the IV's so I could have the treatments at home.
- We met with a perinatologist and found out we were having identical twin boys!
July
- My friend Julie came to visit all the way from Pennsylvania!
- I continued to receive IV therapy and had a feeding tube inserted; it lasted a day before I threw it up.
- Becca and Ashley surprised us with a going away party, and we said a final farewell to some of the most amazing people.
- We left Provo and moved to Othello, right in time for our annual family reunion.
- By the end of the month, I was finally able to keep some foods down.
August
- I began gaining weight!!
- We found a doctor in Othello that we loved.
- Nathan and I celebrated our anniversary with a wonderful date.
- After much consideration, we decided to defer Nathan's schooling until January of 2012.
September
- We visited South Carolina, and Eliza was able to play in the ocean for the first time.
October
- I began strict bed rest and almost went crazy. I really love Nathan for maintaining such a positive attitude as he took care of a bedridden wife and a crazy toddler.
- Eliza was an adorable princess for Halloween.
- I continued to gain weight and looked huge!
November
- We met with several doctors, who advised us to have the twins in the Tri-Cities. Nathan and I then met the doctor who would deliver the boys and anxiously awaited their arrival.
- Less than 48 hours after a supposed "false alarm," I delivered Ezra and Elliott in Othello. Everything went wonderfully!
December
- The month was a blur of feedings and sleepless nights. We enjoyed visits from Becca, Ashley, my mom, and family members.
- Nathan turned 30!
- The babies had their first Christmas, and Eliza was excited to receive presents this year.
January 1, 2012
And today is the actual due date for Ezra and Elliott. It's hard to believe they have been here for nearly five weeks already!
- Nathan was able to quit his job at Noodles and Company, and we finally had the opportunity to see each other on a daily basis.
- My dear friend, Katy, moved to Provo and began watching Eliza for a few hours every morning. This meant hours of good times, including fun watching "Yo Gabba Gabba," for our little girl.
February
- I miscarried for the second time in six months, and I found myself reevaluating my priorities and my crazy work schedule.
- We also had some good news that month. Nathan was offically accepted to Western States University in Portland for chiropractic school. We made plans to move in August and tried to mentally prepare for the graduate school life.
March
- Eliza turned 18 months old and began saying short sentences. She added a number of words to her vocabulary and seemingly transformed from baby to toddler overnight.
April
- We found out I was pregnant again!
May
- The hyperemesis began, and I turned into a walking zombie. We had our first ultrasound and were happy to see a heartbeat! We found out we were having twins at the end of the month. All of our plans slowly began to change.
- Our dear friend and roommate, Amalia, returned from New Zealand. It was great to have such a wonderful friend in our home, especially when I became so sick and felt miserable all the time.
June
- After weeks of constant vomiting, I found myself unable to work and had to quit my job at SirsiDynix. I could no longer make it to the office and remained on the couch the entirety of the day.
- Due to my sickness, my mother-in-law came to live with us for the month. Nathan and I decided to move to Othello and live with my in-laws in order to get the help we needed.
- We got to hang out with Becky and Brittany and had a sneak peak of twin life.
- June was the most trying month of my life. There were nights I would sob because I was just so hungry; I thought I would die of starvation. Thankfully, I have blocked out most of the worst memories, and all the suffering was completely worth it.
- My friend Julie came to visit all the way from Pennsylvania!
- I continued to receive IV therapy and had a feeding tube inserted; it lasted a day before I threw it up.
- Becca and Ashley surprised us with a going away party, and we said a final farewell to some of the most amazing people.
August
- I began gaining weight!!
- We found a doctor in Othello that we loved.
- Nathan and I celebrated our anniversary with a wonderful date.
September
- We visited South Carolina, and Eliza was able to play in the ocean for the first time.
- I started modified bed rest and began watching tons of movies and shows on Netflix.
- Our perinatologist gave us a tentative due date of December 4, and we began thinking again about chiropractic school again. We weren't sure if the babies would need NICU time, and we didn't feel comfortable moving to a new state only a few weeks after their arrival. We decided to defer school again until the fall semester of 2012.October
- I began strict bed rest and almost went crazy. I really love Nathan for maintaining such a positive attitude as he took care of a bedridden wife and a crazy toddler.
- Eliza was an adorable princess for Halloween.
November
- We met with several doctors, who advised us to have the twins in the Tri-Cities. Nathan and I then met the doctor who would deliver the boys and anxiously awaited their arrival.
- Less than 48 hours after a supposed "false alarm," I delivered Ezra and Elliott in Othello. Everything went wonderfully!
December
- The month was a blur of feedings and sleepless nights. We enjoyed visits from Becca, Ashley, my mom, and family members.
- Nathan turned 30!
January 1, 2012
And today is the actual due date for Ezra and Elliott. It's hard to believe they have been here for nearly five weeks already!
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