I can not believe how quickly these boys are growing. It's so upsetting!!! Admittedly, there are some new things they are doing that I absolutely love, but the fact that before I know it they won't be babies anymore makes me want to cry! My little munchkins. If they knew what was good for them, they would stay little! Ha!
Monkey is the epitome of Daddy's boy. It is so freaking adorable to watch! When Ben comes home from work and walks into the living room, Micah gets so excited and will jump like mad if he's in his exersaucer. If Ben walks past him and sits down on the couch, Mymy starts to cry and will not stop until his daddy picks him up. The way that the two of them interact is just darling. I have never seen a boy more in love with his daddy.
Darius, on the other hand, is just content. He loves to be cuddled and held, but he doesn't seem to have a preference for one of us. He does, however, do the cutest thing. If you get him excited or praise him, he acts shy and buries his face in your neck. Too cute!! My little snuggle bug. Ducky really is a total sweetheart. My little man. I love his cuddles!
The both of them have learned how to let you know they want to be picked up. Instead of raising their arms like I've seen most kids do, they stick them out to the sides. If they are on all fours on the floor, the both of them will only lift their left arm. Darry seems to pick up everything from his brother. Mikey started with high pitched squeals, lifting his arm, and the crawling position first. Now Dar does all of them. The only thing that Micah does that Ducky doesn't is he pulls himself forward with his hands to get where he wants. They both sit so well and will pull themselves to standing if you're holding their hands. Two nights ago we even started bathing them together. I just can't believe what they will pick up even in two weeks time. They are such bright little boys!
Ben and I went away for the weekend to see his friend get married. We left Friday and came back Sunday. The boys stayed with my in-laws. Ben started missing them on Saturday. I was fine the whole weekend. I think if we had stayed until Monday I would have started missing them, but I was totally ok not having them. Don't get me wrong, it was great to walk in and see their little faces again. But I think I just get so much baby time that I thoroughly enjoy my time away. I love my children more than I can put into words. But Mama also loves her sleep!!
Somebody is up from his nap. So this blog is over. Laters!
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Monday, August 8, 2011
I Make My Living Singing Girl Songs
Once again it has been a ridiculously long time since I've blogged. That wasn't my intention. I consistently start writing blogs in my head throughout my day, but I never seem to actually sit down to type them out. There is so much that has been going on with the boys, I'm not really sure where to begin.
I suppose the bad is the best place to start, that way you can end on the good, right? We had our first trip to the ER with Darius. We're still not quite sure what happened, but when I went in to check on him during his nap (the only reason I actually went in there was because Micah was screaming to get up) he was smushed up against the bumper of his crib with his blanket pulled over his nose and mouth. He looked like a fish out of water, gasping so much that I thought he was hiccuping; and he was just staring at the bumper. It didn't click in my head immediately, so I told Ben to come look at him because I thought he was being "weird." As soon as he saw him, Ben said "That's not right...." The poor boy was soaked with sweat from head to toe, and he was trapped with his legs up against the bottom of the crib and his torso/head against the side. Ben picked him up and he was like a limp little rag doll, unable to even keep his head up. His eyes were somewhat glassy and wouldn't focus, and it was like he couldn't keep his lids up. Ben called his name a few times, but Darry wouldn't even attempt to look in his direction. He brought him out into the living room and stuck him in front of the air conditioner, and the cool air seemed to perk him up a bit, but not by much. Ben looked to me and said "We need to call the doctor." I just shook my head and told him, "Nope. We're going to the hospital."
While I grabbed the diaper bag and got Mikey in the car, Ben took Dar's temperature. I think it was around 100.2 or so. By the time I got back inside, Ben was sitting on a chair with him, and Ducky was at least holding his head up. We got him in the car and then drove the 5 minutes to the hospital. While Ben parked the car, I took Darius inside and started getting him checked in. When we got into triage, his temp was down to 99.8 and he was holding himself up completely. He still seemed a little off, though. He would look at you, but was very subdued and not his usual cheerful self.
It was a long ER stay (at least it seemed like it. I think it was four hours or so...), and luckily my parents came to take Micah home with them. They brought us dinner because we hadn't been able to eat and were going to be there for a while, and then kept Mymy until after I had to bring Darius to the doctor the next day. While in the hospital, Darry had to have chest x-rays, bloodwork, and a urine sample taken (they had to do the catheter twice, because the first one wouldn't go in all the way. He was NOT happy about being held down for the tests.)
Everything came back negative, and his pediatrician said she didn't think it was a seizure. Basically, they have no idea what happened and only if it happens again will they be able to get some answers. Ben and I think that he must have rolled in just the wrong way to get stuck (because he couldn't move his legs forward so he could roll away from the bumper) and was pretty much suffocating himself.
First ER trip at 5 months old, what fun. Since then we've found out that the boys are "tongue tied." It's kind of hard to describe, but the piece of skin beneath the tongue that holds it to the bottom the the mouth is too short. It keeps them from being able to stick their tongues out of their mouths and can cause gastroentorological problems (something about the tongue somehow making them swallow too much air...), which could be the heart of all the feeding issues we've had with them. We have an appointment at the end of this month to have it fixed. Unfortunately, they are older than when most babies have it fixed, so if the doctor decides they are too old to have it done right in the office, we will have to schedule an OR and they will be sedated for it. Granted, that's better for the pain, but I'm so upset that their doctors never realized this when they were younger. They used to check as soon as a baby was born, but they don't do it anymore.
It's one of the reasons that breastfeeding didn't work for us. Tongue tied can actually make breastfeeding nearly impossible (and it makes it painful even if they have a good latch - since the tongue can't come out of the mouth on the breast). I plan on telling every woman I know who's pregnant to check their newborns, or insist that the doctors look when they're born so that they can prevent the problems we've had. I'm just hearbroken that we didn't have it fixed earlier. Not only does it effect feeding, but it can actually cause problems when they are trying to learn language. I can't wait for this to be over with.
On to the happier topics. Micah has been rocking on his hands and knees for about a month now. Darius started up with it a week or two ago, and I swear they will be crawling any day now. In fact, lil My will actually "walk" if you hold his hands, and Ben is the only one to have witnessed him "army crawling." He tried to get a video of it, but the booger stopped once the camera came out. My in-laws have a walker at their house, and they told us that both boys will walk forward when in the walker. They are growing so fast, and this Mama is NOT happy about it. My little men!
Darius got his first tooth!! Whoever heard of a duck with teeth??? lol. He actually had some vomiting, a few days of diarrhea, and a low grade temp from the teething, and I pray to God that it will not happen every time he gets a tooth. I don't know how happy I'd be getting covered in throw up every time another tooth comes in. Thus far, the Monkey has yet to show any signs of a tooth coming in (other than copious amounts of drool), but I'm sure he won't be too far behind.
The boys are also sitting completely by themselves. Just 2 weeks ago they couldn't do it without you propping them up, and then I turned around and Ducky was sitting by himself, no hands on the ground. Within just a few days, they were both sitting no problem. There are still a few instances of wobbles that lead to toppling over, but they are unbelievably good at it. Part of me is so proud to watch my babies accomplishing new "feats," but the other mourns the loss of the tiny babes. They're never going to be able to fit in one arm again. And soon enough they won't want to be carried anymore. They are growing so fast, and it's so very bittersweet. I adore my boys, and I do look forward to what will come. I just wish it took a little longer to get there.
I suppose the bad is the best place to start, that way you can end on the good, right? We had our first trip to the ER with Darius. We're still not quite sure what happened, but when I went in to check on him during his nap (the only reason I actually went in there was because Micah was screaming to get up) he was smushed up against the bumper of his crib with his blanket pulled over his nose and mouth. He looked like a fish out of water, gasping so much that I thought he was hiccuping; and he was just staring at the bumper. It didn't click in my head immediately, so I told Ben to come look at him because I thought he was being "weird." As soon as he saw him, Ben said "That's not right...." The poor boy was soaked with sweat from head to toe, and he was trapped with his legs up against the bottom of the crib and his torso/head against the side. Ben picked him up and he was like a limp little rag doll, unable to even keep his head up. His eyes were somewhat glassy and wouldn't focus, and it was like he couldn't keep his lids up. Ben called his name a few times, but Darry wouldn't even attempt to look in his direction. He brought him out into the living room and stuck him in front of the air conditioner, and the cool air seemed to perk him up a bit, but not by much. Ben looked to me and said "We need to call the doctor." I just shook my head and told him, "Nope. We're going to the hospital."
While I grabbed the diaper bag and got Mikey in the car, Ben took Dar's temperature. I think it was around 100.2 or so. By the time I got back inside, Ben was sitting on a chair with him, and Ducky was at least holding his head up. We got him in the car and then drove the 5 minutes to the hospital. While Ben parked the car, I took Darius inside and started getting him checked in. When we got into triage, his temp was down to 99.8 and he was holding himself up completely. He still seemed a little off, though. He would look at you, but was very subdued and not his usual cheerful self.
It was a long ER stay (at least it seemed like it. I think it was four hours or so...), and luckily my parents came to take Micah home with them. They brought us dinner because we hadn't been able to eat and were going to be there for a while, and then kept Mymy until after I had to bring Darius to the doctor the next day. While in the hospital, Darry had to have chest x-rays, bloodwork, and a urine sample taken (they had to do the catheter twice, because the first one wouldn't go in all the way. He was NOT happy about being held down for the tests.)
Everything came back negative, and his pediatrician said she didn't think it was a seizure. Basically, they have no idea what happened and only if it happens again will they be able to get some answers. Ben and I think that he must have rolled in just the wrong way to get stuck (because he couldn't move his legs forward so he could roll away from the bumper) and was pretty much suffocating himself.
First ER trip at 5 months old, what fun. Since then we've found out that the boys are "tongue tied." It's kind of hard to describe, but the piece of skin beneath the tongue that holds it to the bottom the the mouth is too short. It keeps them from being able to stick their tongues out of their mouths and can cause gastroentorological problems (something about the tongue somehow making them swallow too much air...), which could be the heart of all the feeding issues we've had with them. We have an appointment at the end of this month to have it fixed. Unfortunately, they are older than when most babies have it fixed, so if the doctor decides they are too old to have it done right in the office, we will have to schedule an OR and they will be sedated for it. Granted, that's better for the pain, but I'm so upset that their doctors never realized this when they were younger. They used to check as soon as a baby was born, but they don't do it anymore.
It's one of the reasons that breastfeeding didn't work for us. Tongue tied can actually make breastfeeding nearly impossible (and it makes it painful even if they have a good latch - since the tongue can't come out of the mouth on the breast). I plan on telling every woman I know who's pregnant to check their newborns, or insist that the doctors look when they're born so that they can prevent the problems we've had. I'm just hearbroken that we didn't have it fixed earlier. Not only does it effect feeding, but it can actually cause problems when they are trying to learn language. I can't wait for this to be over with.
On to the happier topics. Micah has been rocking on his hands and knees for about a month now. Darius started up with it a week or two ago, and I swear they will be crawling any day now. In fact, lil My will actually "walk" if you hold his hands, and Ben is the only one to have witnessed him "army crawling." He tried to get a video of it, but the booger stopped once the camera came out. My in-laws have a walker at their house, and they told us that both boys will walk forward when in the walker. They are growing so fast, and this Mama is NOT happy about it. My little men!
Darius got his first tooth!! Whoever heard of a duck with teeth??? lol. He actually had some vomiting, a few days of diarrhea, and a low grade temp from the teething, and I pray to God that it will not happen every time he gets a tooth. I don't know how happy I'd be getting covered in throw up every time another tooth comes in. Thus far, the Monkey has yet to show any signs of a tooth coming in (other than copious amounts of drool), but I'm sure he won't be too far behind.
The boys are also sitting completely by themselves. Just 2 weeks ago they couldn't do it without you propping them up, and then I turned around and Ducky was sitting by himself, no hands on the ground. Within just a few days, they were both sitting no problem. There are still a few instances of wobbles that lead to toppling over, but they are unbelievably good at it. Part of me is so proud to watch my babies accomplishing new "feats," but the other mourns the loss of the tiny babes. They're never going to be able to fit in one arm again. And soon enough they won't want to be carried anymore. They are growing so fast, and it's so very bittersweet. I adore my boys, and I do look forward to what will come. I just wish it took a little longer to get there.
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