Wednesday, August 4, 2010

More and more the babies are staying awake. And that means more holding, patting, comforting.  Wyatt had a fairly fussy day and we are anxiously awaiting a BM, he’s due a big one. Sadie’s wake periods aren’t as frequent but she is smaller. Both had their bottle increased by 5ml today.


Shana and I both got out of the house today. Not together. It feels good to visit the world outside these walls. I’ve been making myself jog everyday just to step outside. And man is it hot!


Caring for twins is just as you would expect: hard. But what I wasn't prepared for was the emotional difficulty. After days of sitting in the same room and watching hours of TV, my mind feels mushy. I was singing a song in the car today and the words came out jumbled. And dang look at those laugh lines on my face in that picture. Oh well, I guess it's good to be happy. See...mushy. 
I miss my family, a lot.
Here are they are watching David Letterman with me. Actually they had already fallen asleep. Wyatt did make it through most of the 10 o'clock news.





Tuesday, August 3, 2010

bathtime


Wyatt and Sadie seem to have the typical evening fussy time. Over the last two nights it has fallen between the 9pm and 12am feeding. It’s not bad. Granted there are two, but both are consolable. And, so far, this leads to several hours of good heavy sleeping. Last night I took the 9-12 shift. I tried my best to keep them quiet so that Shana wouldn’t wake and eventually took them away from the bedrooms and back to the living room. We watched David Letterman.  After the 12 feeding they slept hard, so did I. I was exhausted. I’m beginning to feel more comfortable. Getting used to both their personalities and sleeping/feeding habits. 


Shana and I watch TV most of the day. Lots of TV. A few of the shows on our viewing list today were: The Blob, NICU, and Cash Cab.
Oh and today was bath day. Fresh baby lotion. Nothing sweeter.

Monday, August 2, 2010

my second day

my second day: thats as original as it gets. i just dont feel like being creative. and typing with one hand and holding wyatt in the other, who just let out a good squirt. sadies here in my room too. im taking the 9-midnight shift so shana can hopefully get a few uninterrupted hours of sleep. Maybe this isn't the best time to post.
Pictures from today.





getting to know you

Good Morning Sunshine

Is it already morning? 
Both babies hardly slept between the 9 and 12 feeding. My usual bedtime is 11, so handling that stretch wasn't difficult. I enjoyed holding them (one at a time) and watching them watch me. So quiet, still and dim. 
They slept like rocks between the 12 and 3am feeding...so did I. 
Between 3 and 6 they were a little more noisy, starting to grunt and whimper around 5.
And then there we were at the 6am feeding. The sounds of commuting traffic outside, morning news on the TV, and coffee brewing in the kitchen. Can it really be another day?
I don't know how Shana does it. She is on her third week of this with no break, and producing enough milk to nourish two preemies. What a strong woman.
Here is my alarm setting on my iPod. 

Sunday, August 1, 2010

Jammy Duty


Disclaimer: I cannot be concerned with perfect grammar, photos, composition, etc, or I will not take the time to post during these two weeks. I know me. That being said, Here we go....

When I stepped through the door I smelt them, Babies. The mixture of diapers, baby lotion, Dreft, intoxicating.
Wyatt, the first born. He seems to enjoy the ease of the bottle over the breast. He gets hiccups. 


Sadie Jane. She is so tiny, but healthy and vibrant. She doesn't seem to mind what she's fed. She can suck down a bottle fast. 

Feeding schedule is every 3 hours, just like the hospital. We've just had the  9pm feeding, babies are tucked in bed, grunting a little. Mom and Dad are hurrying off to get a few precious hours before the 12am feeding begins at 11:50. Me, the ignorant one is playing on the computer. 
J.D. is headed back to work tomorrow morning after 2 weeks of full time dad duty. I am taking his night feedings. I wish Shana could have a night off too. A mother's work is never done. 




P.S. My "grandma" name is Jammy.