Thursday, August 27, 2009

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

8 weeks

I cannot believe the babies are 8 weeks already. During this month the babies moved into their own room. This happened around week 6. They still share a crib. Cooing started around week 6 for Grady and 7 for Gwen. Gwen likes to be swaddled, bounced and lay on her activity mat in her spare time. Grady likes to lay on the activity mat with Gwen, look to the right, make faces and chill out in his spare time. Both babies spend a lot of their day trying to catch their hands or thumbs in their mouths. Grady is weighing in at 10.8 pounds and Gwen is weighing in at 9.6 pounds. Both babies seem to be gaining weight quickly. Grady is outgrowing his clothes faster than I can buy them. Both babies are drinking about 4 ounces a feeding. Gwen occassionally sleeps 6+ hours straight at night. Grady starts out with a 4 hour stretch, then they get shorter as the night goes on. I am looking forward to enjoying night time feedings since I no longer have to pump.

From the looks of this picture, they also like to spit up in their spare time!

Gwen sucking her thumb.

Yes, I was able to squeez myself onto the mat with Gwen.


I am beginning to think his shirt is true. During the night he just lays in his crib and makes soft noises.

This weekend we are headed north to my dads. This will be our first road trip with the babies. I already forsee myself squeezing my large rear end between their car seats as someone is bound to get hungry in two and a half hours.

Monday, August 24, 2009


So things are going so well for me and the babies because we have a nanny. She started 2 weeks ago and we could not be happier. Her name is Grandma. She says it is her best job ever. I could not imagine doing it without her. Anyone that has twins, I would highly suggest a nanny. Having someone come to your house every morning is wonderful!


No one told me breast feeding would be the hardest thing about having kids. It is hard to do, it is exhausting, it hurts, it is difficult to decide to stop. I did it for 8 weeks. I give credit to any woman who does it longer. After having blocked ducts twice in one week and mastitis, I decided I was done. It was painful. It also killed the supply I had worked so hard and lost sleep over building. I was also so stressed about my milk supply and lack there of, I became obsessed with pumping. Constanly trying to pump around the clock to increase my supply. All this resulted in was less sleep and a very crabby mother. My supply never increased. I barely fed the babies three bottles a day of breast milk. I got off to a bad start being sick in the hospital. Week three my house caught on fire. I just did not have a fair chance. Even if I had a fair chance, I am not sure I would last, it is just so hard. Harder than passing the CPA exam. Harder than giving birth. Harder than being pregnant. Ok, maybe I am overreacting. If you have never done it, you will never understand. This coming from a woman who has been a tear factory the last few days. I never used to be a cry baby. Damn breast feeding. Honestly, I do not think I would do it again and do not blame any woman for skipping the experience. The decision to stop was almost as hard as breastfeeding itself. You feel so selfish and guilty. This to shall pass. If only you could see me now... I am typing this on a rental couch with a smile with frozen corn stuffed in my bra (in the bag of course) to dry up the supply I worked so hard to build. I plan to have a beer later tonight.