Mommy Diaries- The second first trimester.
Good afternoon fellow readers. I have fallen off the planet and I apologize. Let me take a minute to explain.
Over the last year, for you faithful readers, you’ve heard me mention that my husband and I would start trying for baby #2 when Quinlan turned one. Well, true to form, his birthday was 2-2-08 and on 2-17-08 I found out I was pregnant. Here’s where it gets interesting, frightening, or comedic, depending on your point of view.
After peeing on the stick, I called my OB office and they scheduled me for a “confirm ultrasound” 2 weeks later, when I’d be 6 weeks pregnant. That appointment is just to say “yes, you’re pregnant, congrats, see you in a few weeks.” Mmmmhmmmm.
My husband and I had to bring our son to this confirmation ultrasound appointment because the daycare provider was at a funeral. So the three of us walk, oblivious of the events to follow, in to the exam room. Sure, it started off normal enough, “Get undressed, put the sheet on, flip the switch when you’re ready…”
That’s where things got…interesting…The doctor came in and began the internal ultrasound, to find the sac. As soon as the image appeared on the screen I became flushed with a racing heart. I knew exactly what I was looking at (thanks to TLC, Discovery Health, and the Internet) but I did not say ONE WORD as I lay there, waiting for confirmation from my OB. I glanced over at my husband who was turning an interesting shade of red- he must have known too. The OB was silent for a long time scanning back and forth and back and forth before saying, “Ok, here is one normal sized baby/yolk sac (who can remember the details here)…and here is another one, the same size...It’s twins.”
*Let me interject and simply say, yes, twins do run in my family...but only 2 sets in the last 4 or so generations...so if thats running, its running*
Even as I type this I get chills. I, for the first time in my life, immediately went in to prayer. Prayer for their health and mine, prayer for sanity, prayer for financial support, prayer prayer prayer. Normally I would try to THINK..but now was no time for thinking…it was time for praying.
I looked right at my doctor and with an exasperated tone I uttered (I’m not lying) “HOLY SHIT!” He laughed, as did the nurse. They said they hear that time to time. My doctor lightened the mood by saying “At least it’s not 8” (he has a funny sense of humor) and said “congratulations” before handing me the picture of 2 6 week old yolk sacs and orders for a blood test.
One of the nurses at the station outside cheered, as she has twins 2 months older than Quinn. Scott’s first full sentence, I do believe, was “We’re going to have 3 kids under the age of 2.” My response? “Yep.”
The ride home is almost another post in itself. Haha. However, it consisted of silence mixed in with (From my husband) a lot of “how…” “what….” “how are we?” “what are we?” I looked at him and I said “trust God and Pray.” He said he’s never seen me so calm.
I hope you enjoyed the first post of the second pregnancy! I will write another, probably tomorrow, discussing the hellacious world of twin pregnancy symptoms and never ending morning sickness…
STAY TUNED!
XOXO
Andrea
Monday, April 6, 2009
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Daycare separation anxiety-for moms.
Good day everyone!
This week begins Quinn’s second full week at a new daycare. From May 2008 until Feb 1 2009, my best friend watched him by himself in her house during the work day. However, she got an offer to work full time, and she wants to finish her schooling, so we had to find an alternative daycare. Luckily, Scott’s friend’s sister has at-home daycare (and she has a 6 month old) and she agreed to take on Quinn.
I was a little nervous at first. He had had Meghan’s undivided attention for the better part of 9 months. I knew how badly she was going to miss him and I was fearful that he’d miss her the same! Luckily, Quinn is awesome and easy going. Since he’s on a schedule he’s very adaptable to new situations. As long as he naps and is fed at the same times, it really matters very little where he is. Plus, he is getting a LOT of interaction and play with small people :) . There is a 2 year old and an 18-month old there, so he gets his workout.
Today when I brought him I took off his coat and wind pants and off he went, playing with the 18-month old. They were bopping along to something that made fun noise. I said “Bye handsome,” and he gave me a quick glance and went back to dancing. It made me a little sad FOR ME, but very happy for him that he doesn’t have to deal with separation anxiety :)Thanks for listening!
Xoxo
andrea
This week begins Quinn’s second full week at a new daycare. From May 2008 until Feb 1 2009, my best friend watched him by himself in her house during the work day. However, she got an offer to work full time, and she wants to finish her schooling, so we had to find an alternative daycare. Luckily, Scott’s friend’s sister has at-home daycare (and she has a 6 month old) and she agreed to take on Quinn.
I was a little nervous at first. He had had Meghan’s undivided attention for the better part of 9 months. I knew how badly she was going to miss him and I was fearful that he’d miss her the same! Luckily, Quinn is awesome and easy going. Since he’s on a schedule he’s very adaptable to new situations. As long as he naps and is fed at the same times, it really matters very little where he is. Plus, he is getting a LOT of interaction and play with small people :) . There is a 2 year old and an 18-month old there, so he gets his workout.
Today when I brought him I took off his coat and wind pants and off he went, playing with the 18-month old. They were bopping along to something that made fun noise. I said “Bye handsome,” and he gave me a quick glance and went back to dancing. It made me a little sad FOR ME, but very happy for him that he doesn’t have to deal with separation anxiety :)Thanks for listening!
Xoxo
andrea
Thursday, February 5, 2009
I have a toddler!
Whew! Where has the time gone! I promised an update and then I fell off the face of the earth! Well, work’s been busy and then Quinn turned ONE so- things have taken priority.
Yes, Quinn is one…dear LORD I have a one year old. I am the mother of a one year old…eeeeks! He’s doing very well. He’s eating a lot and is almost walking. He’s in the 60th percentile for weight and over the 97th percentile for height. So he’s long and lean-not sure where he gets that from but we’ll take it.
Turning one means lots of things when you’re a parent. I will enlighten you:
1. Your child is no longer an infant, he is officially classified as a toddler…NO more “baby” or “infant” business, we’re now in the world of the toddler. We’ve turned the page to a chapter that will hold walking, talking, and the terrible two’s, God help us.
2. If you so choose, you can transition your child to milk. Preferably not Soy, but that’s a topic for another day- someone remind me. Transitioning Quinn to milk was not a quick process. He was on breast milk, and then went to the Gentle formula, followed by regular full lactose formula, then we spent 2-3 weeks transitioning to whole milk. And, yes, we give him Organic Whole Milk. Someone else remind me to post on Organic Dairy :)
3. Food. Now your toddler can experience all the world has to offer. Peanut Butter is ok, as is honey, and basically anything you’re eating. As my pediatrician says, they shouldn’t have grapes, peanuts, or hotdogs until they can spell them (due to choking hazards). I still make Quinn’s fruits and veggies because food preparation for a one year old is still a task. They can’t wield a fork or spoon successfully, and they don’t have molars, so all food still needs to be pea-sized or diced-carrot sized, ish. So I we’ll cook a chicken breast and pulse it in the food processor a few times and off he goes.
4. Talking. Now that your child is officially a toddler, you no longer get questions like “is he sleeping through the night” or “what formula is he on.” You get “what words is he saying.” Well, to answer your question, none. He talks to himself all day but everything is dada, mama, yeaaa, or uhoh…And, he doesn’t discriminate with dada and mama…I could be dada or uhoh depending on the day.
5. You still haven’t lost all of your baby weight and you better get going on it. Yea, still have half my pregnancy weight but people say it doesn’t look like it. These people must have met me while I was pregnant and, therefore, have no clue how gorgeous I was on my wedding day :)
So, life with a toddler will undoubtedly give me great material for this blog as the months go on…And my husband and I better clean up our mouths or else Quinn’s first words will be PG-13- eek!!
Yes, Quinn is one…dear LORD I have a one year old. I am the mother of a one year old…eeeeks! He’s doing very well. He’s eating a lot and is almost walking. He’s in the 60th percentile for weight and over the 97th percentile for height. So he’s long and lean-not sure where he gets that from but we’ll take it.
Turning one means lots of things when you’re a parent. I will enlighten you:
1. Your child is no longer an infant, he is officially classified as a toddler…NO more “baby” or “infant” business, we’re now in the world of the toddler. We’ve turned the page to a chapter that will hold walking, talking, and the terrible two’s, God help us.
2. If you so choose, you can transition your child to milk. Preferably not Soy, but that’s a topic for another day- someone remind me. Transitioning Quinn to milk was not a quick process. He was on breast milk, and then went to the Gentle formula, followed by regular full lactose formula, then we spent 2-3 weeks transitioning to whole milk. And, yes, we give him Organic Whole Milk. Someone else remind me to post on Organic Dairy :)
3. Food. Now your toddler can experience all the world has to offer. Peanut Butter is ok, as is honey, and basically anything you’re eating. As my pediatrician says, they shouldn’t have grapes, peanuts, or hotdogs until they can spell them (due to choking hazards). I still make Quinn’s fruits and veggies because food preparation for a one year old is still a task. They can’t wield a fork or spoon successfully, and they don’t have molars, so all food still needs to be pea-sized or diced-carrot sized, ish. So I we’ll cook a chicken breast and pulse it in the food processor a few times and off he goes.
4. Talking. Now that your child is officially a toddler, you no longer get questions like “is he sleeping through the night” or “what formula is he on.” You get “what words is he saying.” Well, to answer your question, none. He talks to himself all day but everything is dada, mama, yeaaa, or uhoh…And, he doesn’t discriminate with dada and mama…I could be dada or uhoh depending on the day.
5. You still haven’t lost all of your baby weight and you better get going on it. Yea, still have half my pregnancy weight but people say it doesn’t look like it. These people must have met me while I was pregnant and, therefore, have no clue how gorgeous I was on my wedding day :)
So, life with a toddler will undoubtedly give me great material for this blog as the months go on…And my husband and I better clean up our mouths or else Quinn’s first words will be PG-13- eek!!
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