All I can say is that dreams when you are pregnant and the hormone produced dreams afterwards are just hysterical! My dream last night consisted of a vacation to Manitoba, CAN (sp), an airport movie theater (with gold embroidered chairs and hand crafted cold and bronze fixtures, as well as a pizza delivery service inside!!), a bollywood baby shower... and seriously, the list could go on! At least it keeps my evenings entertaining!!!! Some times I wake up wondering, "What the heck just happened?!" During my pregnancy, the most odd, reoccurring, dream had a 3 foot long tampon that somehow mysteriously got embedded in my arm!!! I seriously hope I am not the only one who had/has these odd dreams!!!
The most fun part is trying to figure out where the different parts come from... For instance, Manitoba? Not a clue! In-airport movie theater with a pizza delivery service and gold and bronze things? Well the movie theater I am pretty sure is a sign of my desire to get out of the house, pizza delivery is my overwhelming desire to devour an Ametis pizza (all by myself!) and the gold and bronze fixtures... yeah just not sure about that one either! The tampon dream.. I won't even try to describe or understand that one!
I sometimes wonder what the girls dream about! They both laugh in their sleep already!! Maybe they are dreaming about pools filled with sweat, warm milk, or litttle, identical, twin boys with big blue eyes, crawling around in their little diapers.... **sigh**
Well dear readers, for those of you who read this :), here's to the crazy dreams, 3 foot long tampons, and cute little blue-eyed, identical, twin boys!! Enjoy your day dear readers!
Thursday, May 5, 2011
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Once upon a poopy, on a spit-up rag far far away...
Someone asked me how I know what to write about. I didn't have a profound answer at all!! I just write what goes through my head. If you want some great literary blogging, read my sister Jussley's!! Those are blogs that will make you laugh and cry! If you want to read what its like to be a teenage girl in this day and age, read my sister Heather's blogs. If you want to know what its like to have a million and one ideas and thoughts running through your head and no one to share them with, please continue to read mine!
This past week I have been dealing with one sick baby and one baby whose reflux finally got worse. Its been a long week and this momma is TIRED! But sitting here on the couch with my sick baby sleeping on my chest.. I thought, "what the hey, why don't I ignore this major blart (blogging fart) and just type!!" Just pretend that I am talking to someone and they are listening and laughing and agreeing and understanding exactly what I am going through.
I have had these CRAZY ideas running through my head. A childrens book series. Some of the titles would include: "Once upon a Poopy Diaper" "A day in the life of a Burp Cloth" "Baby Blankets of the World Unite!"
My mind just goes crazy with ideas! Will they ever come to fruition? I doubt it, but, hey, whoever said that mom's cant dream or have imaginations too? I am a mom full of ideas and dreams! Like the dream of always wanting to become a trauma nurse/surgeon. This was LONG before the Grey's Anatomy series hit TV. I used to sit and watch "Trauma: Life in the ER" with my mom and dream of one day saving someones life, with my scrubs covered in blood, and sweat pouring down my head, and the satisfaction of know God had blessed me with the talent to save lives! Instead, I make bottles and change diapers, sing lullaby's to my babies and "pet" their fevered foreheads. Do you wanna know the best part? I wouldn't trade those diapers and lullaby's for bloody scubs anymore than I would trade a Godiva chocolate cheesecake from the Cheesecake Factory (a la mode of course) for a peanut!!!
I can still dream and imagine. There is no rule or law against it, but when reality knocks at my door and hands me a sick baby or a munchkin that just wants love, then I had better answer with open arms and an open heart!
So here's to one day writing those children's books, and blood covered scrubs! For now, though, I will take the poop and puke!!
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Push.. hold it and count to 10!!!
Ok so am I the only one who wanted to smack my doctor in the delivery room?!
"Well, the next time you feel a contraction, go ahead and push..."
"ARE YOU SERIOUS?! I HAVEN'T BEEN ABLE TO FEEL BELOW MY BELLY BUTTON FOR HOURS!! HOW THE HECK AM I SUPPOSED TO FEEL A CONTRACTION?!"
I don't know if that is anywhere near something I said, cause frankly all I could think about was getting these babies out, ripping off the stupid oxygen mask, and beating myself up over the fact that I hadn't shaved my legs!!!!
There was this feeling that rushed over me like a tidal wave when each girl was placed on my stomach, "These girls are mine!" I just thought they were so beautiful, even covered in blood and mucus!! The hardest part was not being able to hold them right away. They told me they had to wait till I had more feeling in my legs... SERIOUSLY?! Put me in a wheel chair and bring me to my babies!!! I don't need my legs to hold my babies!!!
Its funny how all I wanted to do was bring my babies home, and as soon as I brought them home, all I wanted to do was bring them back so someone could watch them during the night!! Now, I can barely put them in nursery on Sunday! I get serious separation anxiety.. I just get so scared that I am going to miss something! Or what if they need me?! I have to get out of church, rush through nursery security (yes there is security), and then remember where the nursery actually is. What if something happens in those 3 minutes?! I mean seriously.. look what happened in the 10 seconds I had to push?! Out popped a baby!
Piece of advise for the day.. don't blink, don't count to 10, DO get the epidural, don't worry about what comes out of your mouth (or any other opening in your body) when you are in the heat of labor, don't worry about your unshaved legs, DO enjoy every little precious moment with your children, because before you can count to 10, they have already grown!
"Well, the next time you feel a contraction, go ahead and push..."
"ARE YOU SERIOUS?! I HAVEN'T BEEN ABLE TO FEEL BELOW MY BELLY BUTTON FOR HOURS!! HOW THE HECK AM I SUPPOSED TO FEEL A CONTRACTION?!"
I don't know if that is anywhere near something I said, cause frankly all I could think about was getting these babies out, ripping off the stupid oxygen mask, and beating myself up over the fact that I hadn't shaved my legs!!!!
There was this feeling that rushed over me like a tidal wave when each girl was placed on my stomach, "These girls are mine!" I just thought they were so beautiful, even covered in blood and mucus!! The hardest part was not being able to hold them right away. They told me they had to wait till I had more feeling in my legs... SERIOUSLY?! Put me in a wheel chair and bring me to my babies!!! I don't need my legs to hold my babies!!!
Its funny how all I wanted to do was bring my babies home, and as soon as I brought them home, all I wanted to do was bring them back so someone could watch them during the night!! Now, I can barely put them in nursery on Sunday! I get serious separation anxiety.. I just get so scared that I am going to miss something! Or what if they need me?! I have to get out of church, rush through nursery security (yes there is security), and then remember where the nursery actually is. What if something happens in those 3 minutes?! I mean seriously.. look what happened in the 10 seconds I had to push?! Out popped a baby!
Piece of advise for the day.. don't blink, don't count to 10, DO get the epidural, don't worry about what comes out of your mouth (or any other opening in your body) when you are in the heat of labor, don't worry about your unshaved legs, DO enjoy every little precious moment with your children, because before you can count to 10, they have already grown!
Thursday, April 28, 2011
From fabulously fit to jello jigglers
Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would have to plan on how to fit into my favorite jeans! Nor did I think I would try every trick in the book to do so! Squats, lotioning and oiling your legs, don't wash them for a while so that they are nice and streched out.. etc. Pregnancy has changed all of that!
I think as women it is sometimes hard not to conform to the standards that is world has set. We see women in magazines and on tv, modeling agencies scouting the malls and shops, stopping only the tallest, skinniest, and prettiest. So what do we do? We diet, change our hair, load on the make-up, and SQUEEZE our feet into the most uncomfortable high heeled, high fashion shoes.. just to fit a cookie-cutter mold. Please don't get me wrong, there is nothing wrong with those things in and of themselves... but lets be honest, how many of us are truly comfortable in that post baby state when the world is screaming.. "Look at this Hollywood mom!" "Lose your baby weight in 7 short days!" What they are really saying is, "If you have thousands of dollars and can afford a great lipo surgery or expensive trainer and don't mind starving yourself for 7 days, you too can look like this!"
Once again, though, I find myself ready those articles and copying down the greatest weight loss tips. Yes, I will be honest and say that I struggle with the way my body looks after having twins. I miss that perfectly fit 19 yr old girl, and am NOT happy with the "jello jigglers" that have replaced the 6-pack abs, and toned thighs. But reality is, I am not that 19 yr old girl anymore. I am a woman and with that comes some flab and hips that may not fit into those jeans anymore, or look super cute in that bikini... and that's ok. I am willing to go up a size if that is the "price" I have to pay for two beautiful little girls.
This does not mean that I won't have time of work out, nor does it mean that I will starve myself back to who I was. I will eat that funnel cake and those deep fried french toast with the knowledge that I can easily work it off later (even if its just by running up and down the steps to check on the munchkins!)
So here's to putting away the oil, ignoring the "perfect body" articles, buying a pant size bigger, and accepting that I am not a girl. I am a woman, a mother of twins, and I am beautiful just the way I am (jigglers and all!!)
I think as women it is sometimes hard not to conform to the standards that is world has set. We see women in magazines and on tv, modeling agencies scouting the malls and shops, stopping only the tallest, skinniest, and prettiest. So what do we do? We diet, change our hair, load on the make-up, and SQUEEZE our feet into the most uncomfortable high heeled, high fashion shoes.. just to fit a cookie-cutter mold. Please don't get me wrong, there is nothing wrong with those things in and of themselves... but lets be honest, how many of us are truly comfortable in that post baby state when the world is screaming.. "Look at this Hollywood mom!" "Lose your baby weight in 7 short days!" What they are really saying is, "If you have thousands of dollars and can afford a great lipo surgery or expensive trainer and don't mind starving yourself for 7 days, you too can look like this!"
Once again, though, I find myself ready those articles and copying down the greatest weight loss tips. Yes, I will be honest and say that I struggle with the way my body looks after having twins. I miss that perfectly fit 19 yr old girl, and am NOT happy with the "jello jigglers" that have replaced the 6-pack abs, and toned thighs. But reality is, I am not that 19 yr old girl anymore. I am a woman and with that comes some flab and hips that may not fit into those jeans anymore, or look super cute in that bikini... and that's ok. I am willing to go up a size if that is the "price" I have to pay for two beautiful little girls.
This does not mean that I won't have time of work out, nor does it mean that I will starve myself back to who I was. I will eat that funnel cake and those deep fried french toast with the knowledge that I can easily work it off later (even if its just by running up and down the steps to check on the munchkins!)
So here's to putting away the oil, ignoring the "perfect body" articles, buying a pant size bigger, and accepting that I am not a girl. I am a woman, a mother of twins, and I am beautiful just the way I am (jigglers and all!!)
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Joining this Blogging movement!
"Two are better than one!"
That is a loaded statement. I know that it refers to marriage but I know God was thinking of me when He said that. I love my TWO little munchkins, and two means twice the fun (and work!) It also means twice the bottles, baths, spit-up, and poopy diapers! More importantly, it means half the sleep.
If there were a degree in baby care with a minor in baby talk.. I am pretty sure I would ace that! I never thought that baby talk was another language but it sure is. And guess what, I am fluent in it! Madi and Amber have the best conversations! My favorite is when they both have a full diaper and they are laughing and cooing to each other. I know JUST what they are saying:
"Madi, lets see how much she gags today!!"
"Amber thats a great idea!! I know this is a full one! And it smells SOOO bad! HAHA!! Think you can push a little more out just so that it goes up your back?"
"Oooo that's a great idea! Here goes....(insert majors grunts and a red, red face). Would you look at her face?! she is not looking forward to this! Oh here is some spit up too...."
And so the conversations go, and may day of poopy diapers and spit up begins!
Two are truly better than one though! It may mean twice the laundry, but it also means twice the smiles, laughs, and adorable outfits to dress my angels up in!!!!
So what does a day in the life of a super mom truly look like?
4 AM- bottles, diapers, spit-up, playtime, rock babies to sleep
6AM- finally crawl back in bed to get some sleep
6:30AM- actually start to fall asleep when a baby wakes up.. another full diaper and bottle.
8AM- get baby #1 in bed just in time for baby #2 to wake up!
9AM- finally get baby #2 to sleep
9:30AM-10:30AM- attempt to eat, drink some coffee and POSSIBLY get the dishes done before a baby wakes up!!
10:30AM-12PM- feed babies, change diapers, change shirt for the 3rd time and get babies BACK down for a nap
12-1PM- get laundry done or clean floors and attempt to eat some lunch
1PM- baby wakes up... feed, change, play again
3PM- put baby down and get baby #2 again...
3-10PM- repeat everything that happened in the first part of the day
11PM- FINALLY CRAWL INTO BED....
And that my dear readers is a day in the life of a super mom!
That is a loaded statement. I know that it refers to marriage but I know God was thinking of me when He said that. I love my TWO little munchkins, and two means twice the fun (and work!) It also means twice the bottles, baths, spit-up, and poopy diapers! More importantly, it means half the sleep.
If there were a degree in baby care with a minor in baby talk.. I am pretty sure I would ace that! I never thought that baby talk was another language but it sure is. And guess what, I am fluent in it! Madi and Amber have the best conversations! My favorite is when they both have a full diaper and they are laughing and cooing to each other. I know JUST what they are saying:
"Madi, lets see how much she gags today!!"
"Amber thats a great idea!! I know this is a full one! And it smells SOOO bad! HAHA!! Think you can push a little more out just so that it goes up your back?"
"Oooo that's a great idea! Here goes....(insert majors grunts and a red, red face). Would you look at her face?! she is not looking forward to this! Oh here is some spit up too...."
And so the conversations go, and may day of poopy diapers and spit up begins!
Two are truly better than one though! It may mean twice the laundry, but it also means twice the smiles, laughs, and adorable outfits to dress my angels up in!!!!
So what does a day in the life of a super mom truly look like?
4 AM- bottles, diapers, spit-up, playtime, rock babies to sleep
6AM- finally crawl back in bed to get some sleep
6:30AM- actually start to fall asleep when a baby wakes up.. another full diaper and bottle.
8AM- get baby #1 in bed just in time for baby #2 to wake up!
9AM- finally get baby #2 to sleep
9:30AM-10:30AM- attempt to eat, drink some coffee and POSSIBLY get the dishes done before a baby wakes up!!
10:30AM-12PM- feed babies, change diapers, change shirt for the 3rd time and get babies BACK down for a nap
12-1PM- get laundry done or clean floors and attempt to eat some lunch
1PM- baby wakes up... feed, change, play again
3PM- put baby down and get baby #2 again...
3-10PM- repeat everything that happened in the first part of the day
11PM- FINALLY CRAWL INTO BED....
And that my dear readers is a day in the life of a super mom!
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