Already the days are kind of passing in a blur. I want to write these things down before I forget them.
(Holden on the left; Teddy on the right)
The babies are nearly two weeks old now, and have spent almost a week home with us. At night they sleep in a Pack n Play in our room, and by day they are either being held, or hanging out in a boppy. Sometimes even sharing a boppy! They sleep most of the time, but are opening their eyes a little more each day. Last night they were even awake at the same time!
The last few nights Holden has decided that he doesn’t like to sleep between midnight and 2am. We are hoping that he changes his mind about that tonight.
Andrew is a great dad. He’s changed far more diapers than I have, and he’s mastered the swaddle. He has also mastered the couch nap with a baby on his chest. It’s basically the best perk to having a baby ever. Here we are demonstrating it:
My mom deserves sainthood after this week. When I found out last Wednesday morning that I’d be having the babies within 2 hours (that was quite a morning wakeup!), my mom got on the next plane out of Denver. Since getting here she has been alternating all the night feedings with Andrew so each of them gets to sleep every other night. (Guess who doesn’t get to sleep? The one with lactating boobs!) She has also taken a bunch of photos of the babies and we will post them here soon.
Friends have been so generous — we’ve had meals delivered every other night and that will continue for the next few weeks, thanks to organizing done by my SIL. It seems like every day the mailman has more packages for us, filled with gifts to welcome the boys. I’m slowly working on my stack of thank you notes.
My hours are pretty consumed with breastfeeding. If I’m not actually feeding children, I’m pumping, or I’m cleaning bottles and pump parts, or I’m talking about breastfeeding and trying to figure out how to make it work. The boys were bottle fed in the NICU, so they are used to having full bellies without too much effort. I’m now making enough milk that their bellies are full of MY milk, but next we need to transition off the bottle. I’m pretty sure this is where the term “baby steps” originated, because although we are making progress, I feel pretty far away from our ultimate goal (feeding both babies at the breast most of the time and only pumping on occasion). So until then we are just practicing a lot and pumping a lot.
I’m only about 10 or 12 pounds above my pre-pregnancy weight, which is kind of crazy (good). However, I’d still rate my skin and shape as crazy (bad). And my boobs are crazy (huge). And I clearly have lost any kind of TMI filter.
My C-section was supposed to be tomorrow (Tuesday the 20th). Although it may have been better for the boys to have been born tomorrow, I am selfishly so glad they came when they did. I can’t imagine being pregnant for much longer than I was, and I’ve loved these last two weeks with them on the outside.
And just like that, it’s time for the boys to eat again…