Wednesday, November 21, 2012

Puke, puke, pukety puke

It finally happened. Our house was attacked by a stomach virus, and Sophie was the only one it spared. I woke up about 2:30 Friday morning to the lovely sound of Dan throwing up. I thought I was imagining it, but after listening for a few minutes I realized he was indeed throwing up. I got up to check on him and he told me he'd been sick for hours, and that he thought about calling 911.

WHAT? 911 because you're puking? I didn't say that, but I certainly thought it. Men are such wimps!

I went back to bed, but never back to sleep. The power of suggestion is strong, and I of course thought that I was going to start throwing up as well. I finally got up about 6:30 to check on him, where in all honesty it DID look like he was on his deathbed. He started mumbling about the ER again, and I told him if he was still miserable when Melissa (our sitter for that day) arrived, I'd take him to Urgent Care.  I was starting to feel really gross myself.

I walked down our hallway and could SMELL puke. Ugh, gag. I went to see how bad he had left the bathroom, but to my surprise it was spotless, but the smell was just overwhelming. I even checked the shower for any signs of nastiness. Nothing. There I was at not even 7 am and I decided to clean the already clean toilet. I HAD to get rid of the smell. It didn't help. I lit candles. Didn't help. I finally gave up and got in the shower, and then oops my body was telling me I was going to have something coming out the other end. Lovely.

Finally dressed, the smell of puke was nauseauting (pun, intended). I walked in to Sophie's room, where Connor has been sleeping while we are letting him "cry it out" a bit.  Poor little red headed man was covered in dried puke. Ahh. Well, at least I found the reason for the smell. I stripped him, wiped him off as best I could and  went to wake Avery. Boom. The smell of puke when I walked into their room almost knocked me to the ground. She also was covered in it. Stripped her. Stuck them both in the only puke free crib. Stripped both cribs. Went to get bathwater ready for them, and then I finally puked. It wasn't even 8 am.

Luckily, only one baby threw up (just once) after that. I have no idea which one it was, but I found a pile of puke later in the day. They rebounded fairly quickly.  I only threw up once, but it was everything else that goes along with a bug like that that really did me in. The chills, sweating, achiness...my FINGERS hurt. That was the sickest I've seen Dan in 12 years, but he also rebounded fairly quickly.

I do not know how, but Sophie was spared. I certainly didn't have the energy to make sure she stayed away from babies. I figured if she was going to get it, it was inevitable. Later Friday morning I went to look for her, and found her face down on the floor in the twins room. I thought "uh-oh here it comes," but nothing, thankfully.

And that's the story of how we survived our first house-wide stomach bug. Don't want to do that again any time soon.

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Pull-ups and "hi, mommy"

Wow, it really seems like 2 weeks ago some flip switched inside Sophie. The same weekend that her wubby broke, she suddenly decided she was done with dipes. My mom handed her one the other day and Sophie looked at her like "WTF is that thing." She will ONLY wear pull ups. This means that she's also regressed a bit, in that she's refusing underwear but that's OK. I consider this a MAJOR victory in the potty training arena.

She spent 3 days with my parents this past weekend, the longest she's been gone from home. She peed on the potty every.two.hours. This is also because my mother had the time to encourage this behavior. She's now peeing on the potty at daycare 2-3 times a day. She LOVES to show me her stickers when I pick her up each day:) But then, of course, it all goes down hill when we get home. Clearly, I don't have the time to make sure she pees every two hours, NOR would she be too hip on this idea.  But she's making HUGE progress.  Here's hoping we're done with pull ups by her birthday in December:)
Also, today was the first day she actually talked into the phone. Usually, she loves to play with it, press buttons, etc, but adamantly refuses to talk. Today, Dan called me and she got on the phone and said "hi mommy." Am I a complete fake because it made me cry? She's a big girl now. It's showing in so many ways. While thrilled for her, and her independence, it makes me sad.

I was holding Connor last night, cradling him in my arms, and I realized that I won't always be able to do this. I just want to soak it all in. Something I realized awhile ago, that I'm reminded of every now and again, is that I rarely held the babies while they ate. I breastfed each one twice, while they were in the NICU, but once we came home, whether it was formula or pumped milk, they usually were just propped in a boppy to take their bottles. It makes me sad, but it's the reality of twins I think.  

Friday, November 9, 2012

The day the Wubby broke.

Sophie was sitting on my lap last Saturday when she said "look what happened mommy." Her beloved kitty cat Wubbanub was broken. The plastic on the nipple part was torn. I'm confident she did this herself, as she likes to play with the damn thing, in addition to keeping it jammed in her mouth.

"I have idea!" What's your idea, Soph? "We fix it." Sorry baby, we can't fix it. And that was that.

She still carries it from room to room with her. And, if she really needs soothing will TRY to suck on it, but I know it's useless, lol. I have no interest in taking it away from her; I'll let her decide when she's ready. We do have several other Wubby's around the house. Although Avery will simply throw the thing across the room if we try to give it to her, Connor will sometimes use it in the evening. My fear has been that she'll "attach" to another one, but so far so good. Just last night I saw her find one and take it to Connor "Here Connor. I found your Wubby."

This really could be too good to be true!  Next stop...peeing on the potty!

Thursday, November 8, 2012


We just truly have the worst medical luck. Yes, I know it could be much MUCH worse, but this is the latest diagnosis for this little guy.

I was most worried about Sophie, who was REALLY snotty last week. She was being woken up from her coughing (NEVER a good sign with asthma) but she seems to have skipped the nasty stuff and passed it on to babies. I got home Tuesday night to a wheezing Connor. I stupidly tried to give him Albuterol via inhaler. Not.so.much. Once I built up the nerve (and energy) to attempt a nebulizer treatment with an already cranky little man, it took care of the wheezing, but then it was back a few hours later. Second neb down, and it again took care of the wheezing. He'd been retracting the entire time, although not too bad. Aside from the cranky mood, he didn't seem to be in distress at all, so we rode it out. Dan was no help when I asked if we should go to ER, he basically left it up to me.

I was so torn to let him ride it out until the pedi opened at 8, or take him in. We opted to wait and see, and although he was retracting throughout the night (trust me, I barely slept), he slept soundly, no fever, no tossing/turning, nothing. I did give him another neb treatment when he woke at 7, but it didn't touch the retractions.

We were able to get in at 10, where the dr ordered ANOTHER neb treatment. The dr agreed that the meds were not touching the retractions. Although they were my worst worry, because Sophie has shown us just how serious they can be, the dr was more worried about some lovely "crunchy" stuff in his lungs. Soooo, off we went for a chest x-ray. Of course, the two pics they got of his lungs couldn't definatively tell us if it was pneumonia or not. She said she saw alot of junk, but just couldn't tell if it was infected. Therefore, we are assuming worst case scenario and he's now on antibiotics for pneumonia.

He is ALOT better. Two days ago, my normally happy little guy would suddenly stop playing, just to lie on the floor and moan:( So, either it was a very quick and nasty virus or it IS pneumonia and the meds have started working. In the mean time, Avery is now wheezing. Lovely:/

Side note: I'm sorry, but my babies have the most fabulous cheeks ever created:)