Part 3 - Precious Miracles

Josh wasn’t allowed in the operating room until they had the spinal completed and I was lying down on the bed. The labor pains had become so intense that my whole body was shaking uncontrollably. All of the nurses that spoke to me kept asking if I was cold. I wasn’t cold, nor could I stop the shaking. It was so bad that one of the nurses had to bear hug me while the anesthesiologist did their work so that I would stay still.

Once I was lying down and the sheet was set up in front of me, I couldn’t see anything. There was so much going on around me as I slowly lost the ability to move my lower body. One of the nurses didn’t believe me that I wasn’t cold, and I was really happy she didn’t because she brought me a warmed blanket and laid it over my chest and arms. It was so comfy and cozy I wanted more of them wrapped all around me, even the parts of me that I couldn’t feel!

Once everything was said and done and they were ready to start the surgery Josh was allowed into the room. I remember the anesthesiologist asking him if he wanted her to tell him when it was safe to look and with a very white face, he said no.

Cameron, my little baby A, was born first. He didn’t make a sound. It was terrifying because the whole reason we were potentially having an emergency c-section plan before I ever went into labor, was because the doctor believed that he had stopped growing. I could feel my heart pounding as I waited to hear how he was. Josh peeked around the curtain and all he said to me was “He’s purple”. Now a woman in her right mind would recognize that is pretty much the colour of most babies when they come out. But to a mother worried that her little monkey was not doing so well, fear took hold and made me feel like I was going to be sick. Just a note to all of you men out there….. you should probably think before you speak in situations such as these.

Zachary, my little baby B, came next. Maybe he could feel that Momma bear was worried because he let out one little cry, almost as if he was letting me know he was ok. I instantly felt a warm feeling of love and affection for the little monkeys I hadn’t even been able to see yet. And then the doctor spoke: “And your son just peed one me”. We all laughed. It was a nice break from the worry and concern that shortly thereafter came flooding back.

It felt like hours were passing as the doctor was putting me back together and I was waiting to hear something, anything about how my little men were holding up. They were so early and I just wanted to hear someone say that they were doing ok. Finally, after what seemed like a lifetime, one of the NICU nurses came in to let me know that both my boys were doing well. It was such a relief. Instantly I felt a huge weight lift off of my body and I could breathe so much easier. Hearing the words that both of my little monkeys were doing well took so much of the fear and stress away.

When the doctors had finished stitching me up the rolled me into my side onto a different bed and went to take me to recovery. I told Josh I wanted them to take whatever it was between my ankles off and just let my legs sit together. It felt so weird. It felt like there was a foot long piece of plastic holding my top leg off of my bottom one and I didn’t like it. He looked at me very confused and proceeded to tell me that there was nothing between my legs, that they were laying one on top of the other. I wasn’t sure what to think at that point as that was not what it felt like at all and I became very confused.

I wanted to do nothing but sleep. I felt so completely exhausted after such a long night and a very eventful day. Shortly after I was moved into recovery my mom and my step dad came in. My mom took my hand and was telling me how proud of me she was and how beautiful the boys were. I was so happy she was there, but at the same time I almost cried. My mom, my step dad and Josh had all gotten to see my little men and I still hadn’t been able to look at their beautiful little faces and see their tiny little hands and those precious little feet that had been beating me up for months. The longer I waited in recovering the more frustrated I got. I wanted to see my babies. The recovery nurse was amazing. She gave me goals to achieve and told me once I had been able to do all of them that she would take me to see my little men. Goal number one….. wiggle my toes. This took forever! I kept interrupting my mom in what she was saying to me to have her check if my toes were moving because of how hard I was trying. We all laughed at me a little bit. Goal number two….. lift my bum. It was the nurse’s turn to laugh at me. I put all of my effort forward and lifted my bum about half an inch. But she could see how determined I was to go and see my little monkeys so she cleaned me up from the surgery and got me ready to move.

As we were heading toward the NICU I was excited to see my little guys, sad because Josh had said we couldn’t touch them and relieved that they were ok. They brought me up to Cam first and I started to cry. He was so tiny on his little tummy with his itty bitty little bum in the air. The nurse asked me if I wanted to touch him and I started to cry more. Turns out it was only the parents allowed to touch their babies, and although the grandparents were allowed in to see them, they couldn’t touch them. I put my hand in and touched his and he wrapped his tiny little fingers around mine. The warmth of the love and affection I felt for my little man flooded through me. After a moment with him they took me a little further to see Zach. He was wearing a mask, we found out later that he needed oxygen for about 12 hours after he was born. But he wrapped his little fingers around mine too and all of the fear as to why he was wearing the mask melted away. My beautiful, precious baby boys had joined this big messy scary world and they were more wonderful than I could have ever imagined. So tiny yet the love between us already, was monumental. 

Part 2 - One Heck of a Night

Wow… It is hard to believe how many years have passed since I last updated this blog. So much has changed, we have all learned and grown a lot and I feel like this journey, although it is flying by, is still just beginning.

First off let’s finish up with that delivery story… I think the dramatic pause has been a little too long. I wasn’t feeling any pain during the drive to Kingston.  Everyone kept checking with me though to see where I was and how I was feeling. When we got to the hospital one of the security guards Josh worked with was standing there with a big smile on his face. “We were waiting for you,” he said. It was comforting that a lot of the people I was going to be seeing were all people who knew Josh. They had held the elevator for me, calling the code that it was due to a medical emergency. I felt so bad for Josh when he got there as that is all he heard, that there was a medical emergency, and he panicked. Luckily one of the guards that were there filled him in and told him that they were simply giving me special treatment because he and I were together.

Once up in the maternity ward the nurses connected me up to a dozen and one wires and cords. We were rather amused watching when I was having contractions because at that point I wasn’t feeling anything. My mom, step dad and sister all came to see us. Because I hadn’t eaten in hours, I was starving. Josh and my step dad decided to go out and pick up food for all of us. Only five minutes after they left, the nurse came into my room and told me that I couldn’t have anything to eat or drink, just in case they needed to rush me into an emergency c-section. I looked at my sister and she picked up the phone to tell the boys, if they valued their lives they would not bring food back to the hospital while my mom bargained with the nurse to let me at least eat the tiny rice crispy square she had in her purse. Thankfully she said yes! But the boys came back smelling like fast food, which made me very sad…

I started to have some back pain while everyone was still at the hospital with me but nothing huge. Once everyone was gone I slowly started to feel labor pains. I had been given a shot of morphine as the plan was to keep me pregnant for another week. The morphine was supposed to stop the labor so this plan would work. Once I went into hard labor, the morphine merely took the edge off of the contractions. I didn’t get much sleep because of the pain, but it was bearable.

I was sent to have an ultrasound at 11am to check on my little monkeys and see how they were doing. Hard labor hit almost as soon as that woman touched my stomach. I knew it wasn’t her fault, but every time she touched me I just wanted to slap her hand away. She got so frustrated, not with me, but with the nurses in the maternity ward. She said to Josh that she couldn’t understand why they had sent me down there as I was in hard labor. She helped me into the wheelchair, threw my binder at Josh and took me back. After taking me to my room I could hear her yelling at the nurses at the front desk.

I instantly felt so sick. Josh helped me onto the toilet and passed me the garbage can and I started to dry heave because I had absolutely nothing in my stomach to throw up. One of the nurses came in and asked me if I wanted Gravol and I couldn’t actually answer her, so I just shook my head yes. The time between that beginning and being in the operating room moved fast. They sent the anesthesiologist in to speak with me about the spinal and all I could think to myself was that I was really hoping Josh was listening. As I sat there still dry heaving, all I could hear was the Charlie Brown teacher…. There were no words, just that sound.

 Before I knew it they were wheeling my bed to the operating room. Now that was an experience, it doesn’t matter how many people you talk to, how many books you read, or how many shows you watch. Nothing can prepare you for how you feel, what you feel, and what you hear while you’re face is hiding behind that blue sheet.

Part 1 - The Magic Toilet

Unfortunately I haven’t had much of a chance to update my blog since the boys have been born, but there have been plenty of shenanigans to which you will now get updates! The next few entries will be in parts as there is a LOT to update!

Part 1 – The Magic Toilet

The last doctor appointment that Josh and I went to made me nervous. Dr. Smith had looked at our ultrasound and decided that Cameron was falling off of the growth chart he should be following. This was something that he had discussed with us when we had our very first appointment, so it was to be expected, but I had been worried about Cameron being the smaller of the two already.

Dr. Smith decided that he would schedule an ultrasound for the following Tuesday in order to decide if we were going to schedule an early ultrasound to make sure that Cameron continued getting what he needed. I felt like that Tuesday was taking a million years to come around!

Josh and I went to Trenton on November 23^rd both to visit family and take our Torrent in to the shop to be fixed. The weekend before this had been my nephew’s birthday, which we missed and I had told Josh I was looking at that weekend as the last time we could be visiting family with the possibility that the boys could come early. I went anyway; truth is I can’t give up a chance to visit family!

I didn’t sleep well that night, but with the giant beach ball I had been carrying around sleeping had become less and less common. So when Josh’s mom suggested watching a movie the following day I jumped at the opportunity to take a nap! They knew it too! Everyone had gotten used to me taking naps whenever there was a flat surface available.

Just as I lay down I got the urge to empty my bladder, after a short debate with myself I decided it would probably be a good idea to go to the washroom. Josh and Debby started watching the movie while I was busy. And this is where things got interesting! When I went to wipe I peed all over my hand, completely embarrassed I promptly sat back down and cleaned off my hand in the sink beside me. I was really glad that I was with myself and no one knew what happened! How could I not know I wasn’t finished peeing! As I sat there every so often thinking I was finished, it just kept coming, gushing and gushing some more! That’s when I realized I didn’t pee on my hand....

I called for Josh three times, but he couldn’t hear me because of the movie being so loud, so I waited. I listened for a chance to yell when the movie was quiet. Finally I got it and yelled his name. He replied back with a very annoyed “what!” I told him to come here and after huffing and puffing he did. He opened the door and asked me what I wanted. I very shyly said “I can’t get up,” Assuming I meant because I was in pain he said “oh” and stepped forward to help me until I clarified, “No, I CAN’T get up!” He asked me if I thought my water broke as I gushed again and smiled, he turned around and yell for his mom!

After gathering towels for me to sit on in Debby’s van we headed for Belleville hospital! Josh was driving and I could tell he was panicking. Debby kept telling him to slow down, that I was fine and I was. I sat in the back seat smiling away while I text my mom and my sister to let them know what was going on. My sister even called me in somewhat of a panic herself. No one was expecting the boys to make their début so soon.

Once we got to Belleville hospital we were directed to go to the elevators and head upstairs. It wasn’t like in the movies when they bring you a wheel chair and take you there.

Once we got upstairs I gave the registration nurse my information and they gave me a room where the doctor could come and check me out. I changed out of my, now soaked, clothes and put on a hospital gown. I had to pee in cups and cough while doctors stared at my lady parts. After determining that is was in fact my water that broke they started calling Kingston to have me transferred.

While the doctor was speaking to Dr. Smith, another nurse came over to put an IV in. She stood on the left side of the bed trying to get it in there, poking me a few times. Finally she decided to try my right arm and was going to have me hold it over my chest so she was poking me with the needle right in front of my face! I told her flat out that she was crazy! Then I told her she needed to switch sides with my sister I she wanted to put it into my right arm. I couldn’t believe she was actually serious about sticking a needle in my arm right in front of my face.

At this point Josh and his mom had left the hospital and headed back to Trenton to get our vehicle and to pick up his dad from work. I was starting to get a little stressed that he wasn’t going to make it back to the hospital before they transferred me, but my sister was texting him and keeping him up to date on what was going on.

Finally the ambulance that was going to transfer me arrived, before Josh, and I was moved onto the gurney. It was so weird to have people lift me from one bed to another, I just felt like telling them to step back so I could move from one to the other on my own!

The ride to Kingston was kind of crazy. They used the lights and sirens at intersections trying to ensure I made it to Kingston before I went into hard labour! Riding in that ambulance was the first time I realized just how little respect people on the road have for an emergency vehicle. A couple of transports actually cut us off on the 401 and the driver had to slam on the brakes! Now that I couldn’t believe! She had the sirens wailing and the lights flashing and people still acted like it was invisible! I sure was thankful that we made it to Kingston in one piece, because my night was just beginning....

I Have No Words...

I cannot describe to you how much I absolutely HATE needles! I have always hated them, even before a nurse scarred me for life when I was really little by fishing around trying to find my veins for almost thirty minutes! It was fun to watch my Mom though! I thought she was going to attack the lady!

My first sugar test came back positive, which immediately got me thinking and I was not happy about it. I understand that a lot of the complications that can happen with a pregnancy are pretty much doubled for chances when it comes to having twins. I just started thinking about having to change everything, how I was eating, what I was eating. I am not an overly picking person, but when it comes to what I eat, I am not a fan of being told what I can and cannot have. I was not looking forward to getting the results back from the second test. I had to fast for 12 hours…..seriously?? I am the person who can’t go 45 minutes without needing to grab some grapes or cucumber slices and you want me to wait over 12 hours to eat? This test just kept getting better and better! I stopped eating at 8pm as the blood clinic opened at 8am and Josh and I intended on being there as soon as someone was there to stab me with those nasty little metallic torture devices.

The alarm went off at a time I don’t normally speak about, and we got up and got ready for the day. I had to go to work afterward, so I packed up a lunch, not enjoying handling food I couldn’t eat, and put together some things I would need for the remainder of the day.

We walked into the blood clinic right on the nose 8am, and I handed in my paperwork right away. The first nurse available called my name and I walked in for my first jabbing, that’s right I said first! For those of you that don’t know, when you do the fasting sugar test you get stabbed three times!! After the first attack, I drank another sugar drink that was even higher in sugar than the first one, then began m long wait. I had to wait an hour before my next stabbing, I can tell you though, after you haven’t eaten for over 12 hours that sugar drink actually starts to taste good!

The second attack was not so bad, not pleasant, but not torture, the third attack however was completely unpleasant! After trying once and not hitting my vein she fished for it! This is the third time I am being tormented and she was actually fishing for the vein!! I held my breath for a minute trying not to attack her back and stab her a bunch of times with little needles then move them around a bunch! By the time I let out my breath she had found the vein and was finished taking my blood.

I walked back out to the waiting room where Josh was sitting and looked him right in the eyes and said….”Feed me!”

We went to Denny’s for breakfast before he dropped me off at work and I felt much better after having some food in my stomach!

Turns out I had nothing to worry about! All is well in my sugar world and the second test came back negative! YAY!

Our last appointment was yesterday and we had and ultrasound on Thursday, which let us know how much the boys are weighing in at now. We are also calling them by name as well, Zach is weighing 4 pounds 3 ounces and Cam is weighing 3 pounds 6 ounces. I can’t believe how big our boys are getting now! They are growing so fast and doing so well!

Unbelievably Thankful

I have reached the point in my pregnancy that nothing is comfortable for more then an hour; I haven’t kicked Josh out yet. He hasn’t been able to sleep with the number of times that I move around in the night trying to be comfortable. He is so understanding of the little discomforts that I am dealing with and I am so happy that I have such a great man to take care of me and our boys!

Now that our appointments have switched weeks, due to having to have two on back to back weeks, Josh has been able to be at every one of them. Our last appointment was our 24 week ultrasound to find out how much the babies weighed. After having a night of trouble tossing and turning for sleep, Josh and I made it to our ultrasound for 8:30 am. The boys looked great! Although we do have one of them already showing the traits of their Mommy and Daddy, he is more stubborn than we could have imagined! When we were trying to get a good picture of him he kept crossing his arms across his face. The lady completing the ultrasound wiggled my belly to try and get him to move, he proceeded to bring his feet up in front of his arms to make it even more difficult for us to see his beautiful face. But his little cheeks that look just like mine were visible! It seriously touches my heart seeing a little one with my cheeks! For those of you that don’t have children, it may sound silly, but for those of you that do, you know exactly what I am talking about.

For our appointment in Dr. Smith’s office we never actually saw Dr. Smith. But it was alright because the resident that he had come in was basically the female version of our doctor! Josh and I found it hilarious! She walked like him, talked like him and acted like him to a T! She told us that Dr. Smith had checked our ultrasound and everything looked great. Our boys were 1 pound 7 ounces and 1 pound 11 ounces. I can’t believe how much they are growing! The resident asked me if there was anything that I was having trouble with, so I told her about the acid reflux that I had been dealing with. It would wake me up for about three to four hours a night. She got me a prescription for it, which by the way is amazing! I can now sleep through the night, well; I can sleep without waking up because of acid reflux!

I have had a chance to go to both of my baby showers since I last posted and I would like to take the time to give a special thanks to my sister Melanie, my Mom and my friends Peggy and Christine. They took the time to plan, organize and throw two completely wonderful showers that I was moved by. I had a blast at both showers and can not believe the number of tears that fell because we were laughing so hard!

I would also like to thank the people that took the time to come to both of the showers and be with me on one of the most important days, thus far, in my life. I appreciate your thoughts and the time that you took, as I know that everyone has a busy schedule. The gifts that we received are incredible! I can’t wait for our little men to come along and begin using all of the wonderful things that you all took the time to pick out!

One of the fun things that come with feeling your little one or in our case little two, move around is that they start to use your bladder as a soccer ball! They other day when Josh’s alarm went off he got up to go to the washroom, I realized how bad I myself had to go but decided to wait until he came back into the room, so I knew that the toilet would be free. No sooner did Josh touch the bed to get back in and cuddle for a little while longer, one of the twins gave a nice hard boot into my bladder! I got up quickly and Josh asked me what was wrong. As I ran out of the room I called back over my shoulder that the boys had kicked me hard in the bladder and I had almost wet the bed!! It definitely wasn’t a friendly way to start my morning! Josh got a kick out of it though, he found it quiet funny.

The boys have decided to be friendly to their daddy though. We were sitting on the couch watching television together and the boys started moving, I told Josh and asked him if he wanted to try and feel them. After trying a few times and being unsuccessful he wasn’t very enthusiastic, he reached over and put his hand on my belly and continued watching the television. All of a sudden after I felt them kick his hand, his eyes lit right up and he smiled from ear to ear. “Was that them?” I told him it was and they started kicking him like crazy! He had the most adorable look on his face, he is not someone that gets excited over anything, but the look on his face said it all when he felt our boys move around. I almost cried watching him. I haven’t ever seen him get excited, so to watch him light up when he felt the boys touched my heart.

Don't Do That Again....

As beautiful as pregnancy is in each and every moment, it has some rough times that you deal with as your baby grows and develops. I am currently dealing with a pinched nerve that can be very unfriendly at times. I toss and turn in bed every night and rolling over is agonizing! Josh has been great, giving me massages as I need them and doing everything that he can to help with the pain. I know everything that this pregnancy could possibly throw at me will be worth it when I see the faces of our little boys on their first big day out in the world!

Our last appointment was on September 17^th. I barely slept the night before, Josh was on nights and ended up calling me at midnight because I was still texting him. The boys decided to have a party all night and invited me without my permission! I have to be honest; I would rather have them kicking me all night long then not feeling them at all. Every little boot in the ribs, or push on my bladder tells me that they are still okay and doing well.

When my alarm finally went off, I had to stop myself from throwing my cell phone across the room. I really should stop using it as an alarm; it’s not safe for delicate little pieces of technology. I need the kind of phone that can survive on a construction site if I am going to use it as an alarm.

I dragged myself out of bed and got ready to head into town. Josh came home while I was getting the last of my things together and after he was ready to go we headed into town to meet up with Dr. Smith. It wasn’t a long wait before my name was called and we followed the nurse down the hall. She looked over her shoulder and said pleasantly, “Dr. Davies is covering for Dr. Smith today.” Josh instantly put his hand on the back of my neck and began massaging me saying in a lower voice, “It’s ok, I’m here this time.” I was furious!

After weighing me and taking my blood pressure, which with the news I had just received was surprisingly normal, the nurse left the room. I started freaking out, drilling poor Josh about why my appointment hadn’t been moved and that Dr. Smith was not concerned the last time that we had seen him so there was no reason for me to see the wretched man who was going to be coming into the room! Then things got worse! I heard Dr. Smith’s voice in the hallway. I turned to Josh and my eyes went wide, “Why is Dr. Davies covering for him if he is here!!” Josh had to start the whole calm down and breathe routine again to try and settle my frayed nerves. Although he got a good laugh out of it, I am sure it was still a little stressful for him as he had worked twelve hour and had not gone to sleep.

First, one of the senior residents on staff came in and asked their questions, he had me get up on the table and used a smaller ultrasound machine, that didn’t show a picture, to find the heartbeats of our little men. The first one, Baby A seemed to cooperate very well, the second one, Baby B is already taking after Mommy and Daddy when it comes to being stubborn. After the resident found the heartbeat he proceeded to move around so you couldn’t hear it anymore. Then the resident would find it again and Baby B would start with the dancing as soon as you heard three or four clear beautiful beats.

After he left I tried to remain calm, thinking about the fact that Josh was here this time and wouldn’t allow Dr. Davies to get away with talking to me the way he had the last appointment I had spoken to him.

The door opened again and Dr. Smith walked in with the portable ultrasound machine. Josh turned to me with a smile on his face and said, “There you go honey, you can relax now.” I did, I got back up on the table and waited to see our little men bouncing around. Dr. Smith couldn’t stop saying how great they looked and every time he did I felt better and better. Dr. Smith knows how to make a new Mother feel at ease!

I told Dr. Smith about my pinched nerve and he asked me if there was anything that made it feel better. Joking around, I said “Not moving.” Dr. Smith told me he didn’t want me not moving, which is obvious and I haven’t. I then told him about the prenatal yoga stretches that Auntie Cassie had told me about that I tried while I was sitting in a chair speaking with one of my agents. Dr. Smith was happy about the stretches and said that they were really good. I then told him that after doing the stretches I was stuck in the chair for about twenty minutes. His immediate response was “Okay…Don’t do that again.” The stretches are great for the side without the nerve, but not friendly for nerve issues.

We got warning from the resident that I would probably have to do the prenatal diabetes test at our next appointment. I can tell you one thing, I am not looking forward to drinking that nasty sugar filled yucky juice! One of the nurses in the hospital gave me a word of advice though, she said to drink it with a straw after having it in the fridge because you barley taste the stuff. We shall see how it goes next week that’s for sure!

I am looking forward to getting new pictures of our little men with a little more weight on them. They looked pretty skinny in their last snapshot!

And It Starts......

As every woman who has ever carried a child knows, having severe stomach pains when you are no where near your due date can cause panic. On Saturday August 28^th I experienced such panic. I was sitting at my desk at work, when all of a sudden, it felt like someone was taking a 6 inch blade and dragging it across my stomach. The pain was so intense it took my breath away. For those of you who are already worrying, our boys are doing great. I emailed my doctor and told him about what was happening and he seemed to think I picked up some sort of bug. This made complete sense to me as diarrhea followed with a vengeance! After about I week I started to feel much better, and now only have my normal gas pains that I have been dealing with since I got pregnant. Pregnancy definitely throws you through a loop some times!

I had my appointment with Dr. Smith on the following Friday September 2^nd. He came in and brought in the portable ultrasound machine. After climbing up onto the table and dealing with the cold gel on my stomach again he began to look over our little guys. He showed me the heart beating for Baby A and ran down his little spin, and then he moved to the membrane that separates our two little miracles and began to inform me of a few things. He told me about how it floats and moves around between the boys and that they would play with it and test it, but not to worry because it was impossible for them to break it. He then wiggled my tummy to show me how the membrane moved. In doing that he also poked the twins! That got them going; they both kicked back at the movement and ended up kicking each other which sparked a new investigative game! It was so adorable to watch them poking and prodding at each other, however the little sparing match does not inspire hope for when they come out and start to fight!!

Dr. Smith then moved on to Baby B, he tried to show me the heartbeat, but had the little guy so riled up that he wouldn’t stay still long enough for the doctor to find the heartbeat. We both had a laugh over how active the boys were and finally Baby B settle enough for me to see his strong little heart beating rhythmically. Seeing our boys is my favorite part of going to the doctor’s appointments!

For those of you concerned about ensuring you have the right amount of vitamins, I also had a conversation about adding additional calcium. I had been having conversations with other women from my work who had twins years ago and ended up having issues with their bones and teeth because the twins took so much out of them while developing. Dr. Smith said that it is more likely to lose the calcium from your bones then your teeth but that more calcium was a good idea.

I didn’t know this at first, but the cheapest source of calcium is actually Extra Strength Tums! Each of the little round chewable tablets has an additional 500 mg of calcium. Dr. Smith said the best idea would be to have and extra 1000 mg, so to take two tablets just before bed. Not only would it up my calcium, but it would help prevent heartburn when I went to bed.

The only issue with this, even though I brush my teeth after chewing the tablets, is that in the morning my mouth tastes absolutely horrible!!  It is not the most pleasant thing to wake up to, but I will tolerate it for our boys!! As with every mother, the health of our children is the most important think to me!

The boys have already started to be mean to their Daddy! The other night, as Josh and I were getting ready for bed, the boys started kicking around and for the first time, I could feel it on the outside!! I called Josh over immediately, but as soon as he put his hand on my stomach they both stopped! He sat there for about fifteen minutes waiting to feel the little miracles moving about……nothing happened…

Finally the sleepy feelings that had been pushing at the edges of our minds started to take over and Josh decided to roll over and head to sleep. As soon as his back was facing me the boys decided it was party time again!! That was just plain unfriendly to not let their Daddy feel them moving around! I can’t wait to see his face when he does feel them. I am now obsessed when they start moving around putting my hands on my belly immediately!

Our next appointment is on Tuesday September 13^th with our next big ultrasound on Friday September 23^rd.