Friday, June 29, 2012
OK, back to being an adult. My very favorite post this week was from Laura of Project Hope, who was a guest blogger for Diana over at Hormonal Imbalances. But I already wrote an entire entry on the subject, so if you haven't checked it out yet, please do so here. It's such a worthy cause and one that's very very near and dear to my heart.
As for the rest of my faves, here they are. There's a little bit of seriousness, a little bit of sweetness, and a little bit of hilarity this week. Hope you enjoy them all as much as I did!
Thursday, June 28, 2012
I've written about Diana from Hormonal Imbalances and the loss of her twin boys before. She writes beautiful words and has a sweet soul and she's one of those people that I can tell I would just "click" with if we ever met in real life.
Today, she featured a guest blogger - Laura from Bits of Splendor and Project Hope. Like Diana, Laura lost a child part way through her pregnancy. She tells the beautiful story of how a bear given to her in the hospital when going through that loss helped her cope.
Having worked as a Labor and Delivery nurse for almost 6 years, I've seen my share of fetal and newborn loss. Taking care of a bereavement patient is emotionally draining - though it's nothing compared to what the parents are going through. The thing that always got me through those tough nights was creating a special memory package for the parents. We would dress and wrap the babies in donated clothes and blankets, take newborn photos, make handprint & footprint ornaments, put the baby's handprints and footprints on a certificate, provide the Daddy with a birthstone coin, the Mommy with a birthstone necklace, cut a lock of the baby's hair (with permission of course), provide the parents with a teddy bear, send them home with a wealth of literature and numbers for support groups, and send them a sympathy card signed by all of the nurses who cared for them during their stay.
After we read books and he gets "tucked tight", he likes to "watch" one brother while I take the other one to the family room and dash back to Brennan's room to grab the other before the one I deposited in the family room gets back into Brennan's room. It's nice to read stories to all 3 of my boys, even though I'm frequently trying to keep Kiernan from climbing on Brennan while trying to keep Beckett from eating the books.
Wednesday, June 27, 2012
People very frequently tell me that I'm lucky to have had twins. While I whole-heartedly agree, I often jokingly tell people that if they're going to do it, do it before having any other kids. Because in my opinion, ignorance is bliss.
One of the ways my Mom tried to keep me calm during my pregnancy when I would get overwhelmed by the thought of the chaos that was going to consume my life was to tell me that at least I was a seasoned Mom. I had the luxury of already knowing how to take care of a baby, so I didn't have to learn while taking care of 2 babies.
But in my mind, that was a disadvantage because it was terrifying. I knew the huge amount of work that came along with taking care of a baby - and I had 2. Plus a toddler. And that's a big PLUS.
Tuesday, June 26, 2012
I didn't get started back to the Couch to 5K training as quickly as I wanted, but after an emotional week and some soul searching, I took the plunge and got back on the treadmill. And honestly, it felt good.
Sunday night I was on the treadmill when Brian left to take the dogs for a run. I was on the last interval of my workout, and feeling really good, when I started wondering if I could run a mile. I was running at a 12 minute/mile pace, so I did the math and decided I would just keep running til I saw that magic number on the screen or until I just couldn't run anymore. A few minutes in, Brian walked in the door and I told him what I was doing and he stood right there next to the treadmill and talked me through it.
I didn't make my mile. BUT I ran for just over 7 minutes straight. That's way longer than I've run in a long time. My legs felt like they could've gone on for days, but my lungs disagreed. And having been an asthmatic for years, I know when to say when. I was a little pissed off, but Brian reminded me that it's better to remind myself of that anger next time I don't want to go for a run than to beat myself up about it. He's a smart cookie sometimes.
I'm not worried. I'll hit that mile very soon. And it'll be a proud moment. Until then, I'm just going to keep getting back on the treadmill.
Monday, June 25, 2012
Tuesday, June 19, 2012
I knew it was going to be tough to start running again. The original plan was to take a week off to rest and ice my ankle. Then I ended up with kidney stones and a kidney infection, so there went another 5 days. Then I started Cipro, which is a nasty, albeit effective, antibiotic which has left me with nausea that rivals the early days of my twin pregnancy.
I got on the treadmill last night despite my nausea to just get in a nice fast-paced walk. I took my last pill this morning, so I'm planning to run tonight, but I wanted to get on the treadmill to see how my ankle was feeling before I actually tried to do a run.
Good news - the ankle felt great. Bad news - Brennan got out of bed LITERALLY 23 times last night. TWENTY THREE.
I'm honestly not exaggerating. So after the fifth time getting off the treadmill to take him back to bed, I just called it quits because it was quite clear that I was going to have to get all Super-Nanny on his behind.
Luckily, Brian doesn't plan to work late tonight so he will be able to handle bedtime duties while I get on the treadmill. Not to mention when I inevitably decide that I'm too tired to do it, he'll provide me with some words of encouragement (read: say things that are a bit harsh but that I've asked him to say to motivate me and that I'm not allowed to get mad at him for).
Wish me luck kids.
Friday, June 15, 2012
Baby Rabies - Do I Make You Nervous? -- I have a confession to make. When I take the boys for a walk around our nearby park, I purposely try to keep the playground out of Brennan's sight. Taking all 3 boys to the playground by myself is a terrifying thought for me. Just thinking about it makes my heart beat a little faster and my hands start to shake. Trying to watch Brennan from a distance while pushing the babies in the stroller around the little path might seem like an easy gig for most Moms. But to me, it's a panic attack waiting to happen. The whole time I'm afraid that he's going to hurl himself off the 5 foot tall opening to the monkey bars or try to slide down the 6 foot tall climbing wall and snap his neck in the process. Oh and let's not forget the panic that ensues when he's out of my sight for more than 2 seconds. Because Lord knows it would only take that long for someone to snatch him. So yes, I'm that helicopter Mom. If it's just the 2 of us at the park, I'm much less crazy. I still follow him, but at a distance, giving him room to spread his wings and explore. But the constant juggle of keeping all 3 boys safe is painfully exhausting for my nerves. So it was a relief to read Jill's words and know that I'm not alone in this struggle. It'll just take me a little time to get the hang of it, but I'll get there.
Thursday, June 14, 2012
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
Last week we awoke to find dog poop on the family room rug. It had been storming the night before and the dogs didn't want to go outside and someone must have decided that the family room rug was a suitable place to defecate. Brian cleaned it up and while I made the morning "snack" bottles and we fed the boys together. Brian got ready and left for work as I emptied the dishwasher and got the boys breakfast ready. When I walked back into the family room to get the twins, I found Beckett happily playing with a turd with smears of poop all over his face, hands, and even his feet. I thought I was going to vomit right there on the spot. I pulled myself together, bathed Mr. Beckett, and sent an angry text to the husband about his inability to get all the turds.
Sunday, June 10, 2012
I say i'm losing my mind all the time. But it's really, honest to God true.
We went out to dinner to celebrate a friend's birthday recently and when asked how old I would be later this month I said 30. Brian looked at me like I had three heads and said, "um, you mean 29?". Seriously, who ages themselves a year? And a big milestone year at that? Weird.
Innocent enough mistake, you say? Well just wait for this one. I pull into a spot in the Target parking lot, turn off my car, and look down at my lap. There are spots on my pants. I wipe at them, and more spots appear. I start to panic that I've really lost my mind as the spots keep coming and some slightly fade. Then I look up and see raindrops on my windshield. My hallucinated spots are simply shadows from the raindrops on my wind shield.
Seriously folks. These boys have sucked out half off my brain cells. Brian really might have to lock me up and throw away the key someday.
Friday, June 8, 2012
While Brian and I thought our first trip went well, we definitely agreed that there were things we'd do differently next time. We identified a few minor things right away, and didn't change other things until days before our most recent trip.
Carry-on luggage looked pretty much the same, with the addition of toys and snacks for the twins - both of which they were too small for during our previous trip. We also got to leave out diapers for Brennan as we can officially declare him potty-trained. Again we had Brennan's "pack pack" filled with his entertainment, a diaper bag for my carry-on, my small purse, Brian's back pack, and his carry-on suitcase that he insisted he didn't want to check. It was more to carry on, but we managed and it saved us $40 so I guess I can't complain too much.
I flew several times by myself with Brennan before Brian ever joined us on a flight and while it turned out to be a fairly exhausting experience as he grew into toddlerhood, it's definitely manageable.
The difficulty grows when you add more children to the mix. As a parent of twins and an older child, you learn to adapt your parenting. Everyday is a learning experience and for the most part you are able to make slow adjustments ... until it's time to travel. Then, you're thrown into shark-infested waters with no life preservers and it's just the 2 of you keeping all 3 of your younger than 3 year old children alive. OK, maybe that's a little exaggerated. But just a little.
Wednesday, June 6, 2012
Tuesday, June 5, 2012
I did a day, which felt pretty good. Then I tried to do another day and my foot was killing me, so I stopped, iced it, and decided to try again the next day. Well, that day was consumed with packing for the trip. As was the next day. And then the next day was consumed with travelling ... the next two with wedding festivities ... the next with travelling.
The inside of my left leg, right above my ankle bone, is really painful lately. It feels bruised and is sore to walk on, but there isn't any obvious bruising or bumps. Brian is prescribing ice and rest and ice and more ice. So I'm going to ice it for a few more days and get started again.
It's very frustrating. I'm trying to do something healthy for myself and it seems that my body is fighting me. My ankles and knees hurt, but that's something I can work through. And honestly? They're going to hurt. They're carrying a whole lot of weight right now.
But there's a difference between pain I can work through and pain that I can't. It's hard to describe. It's not the severity of the pain, but more the type and whether it eventually subsides during the workout or gets worse. Usually the joint pain subsides eventually, but this leg pain isn't subsiding. The last thing I want to do is end up with a stress fracture or something of the sort that will throw off my training, so I'm going to take it easy, do what Dr. Brian recommends, and listen to my body.