A ton of pictures without the rambling

First year collage I made for the boys!

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I don’t know who these kids are. Do you? They look too grown to be mine.wpid-photogrid_1407714819611.jpg

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Quick recap of the week… opened a ton of presents from their 1st birthday! Can’t wait to post more pictures because I sure did Pinterest-it-up!
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12 month check-up with Lola (hub’s mama).
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Chillin with our buddy, Zac!
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We got to get out of the house on our own! Attended a wonderful wedding ceremony and PAR-TAY, I mean reception. Congrats, Kendra & Jason!
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Packing food for… daycare! The boys are eating really well. Here is miswa (hope I spelled that right), lugow, and ground pork w/ chayote. Yummy Filipino food from Lola! I plan to practice these recipes and share soon! Gotta build up that homemade baby food repertoire! wpid-img_20140810_211641.jpg

Aaaaaand to balance all the healthy goodness the boys are eating, we ate some cronuts…wpid-img_20140810_114718.jpg

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That’s all folks! Crossing my fingers I get a post up this week on breastfeeding/pumping and the boys’ 1st birthday celebration!

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The boys’ first 5K & my first Mother’s Day

My first Mother’s Day was lovely. I got a frame with my baby boys’ hand prints and a frame of one of my favorite pictures of us. I was so tickled that the boys “made” me something from daycare. And I love that I can see their little hand prints. I may be crafty, but I am not really into paints, so I’m glad daycare is good at that!

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Both frames are being displayed above my work computer! Finally some decor in that cube of mine. I also got a special journal that the hubby wrote inside and pasted pictures of the fours of us. It’ll be a tradition to fill the pages with memories each Mother’s Day and Father’s Day. Soon the boys will be able to scribble inside and write letters and draw pictures themselves!

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And I can’t fail to mention the gorgeous watch that the hubby got me for Mother’s Day. It’s something I”ve wanted for a long time and he delivered! Loving my new accessory:) Thanks, babe!

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We celebrated at Outback Steakhouse with my family. Look who joined the grown ups’ table!!! Adrian’s first experience in a highchair:

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Jer’s second time in a highchair (his first time was in Vegas):

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Both boys did great! We fed them puffs and they stayed calm (mostly). It was a big risk taking them to lunch at that time b/c they didn’t have much of a morning nap and the lunch coincided with their usual afternoon nap. But we always just roll with the punches and they did fine.

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Spend the rest of the day at Gramma’s house. Three generations right here. We are missing Mom’s mom in the picture:(

We participated in the annual Race for the Cure the day before. The boys’ first 5K! Hopefully they will enjoy running like their mama one day. My mom is a breast cancer survivor and this is one of the big events we make sure to participate in every year to support research and awareness. Here is our team… their sign is missing a letter… can you guess what it is?

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The boys are looking so grown and handsome. I don’t know what I’m going to do with myself the day I realize they’re not my babies anymore. Well, they’ll ALWAYS be my babies, but I know one day they will insist they aren’t!

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We were pooped at the end. Walking 3.1 miles was a little harder than we thought! Especially pushing around a big stroller!

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Random picture of Adrian and one of the styrofoam letters. Yes, spelling lessons are starting early!!!wpid-20140509_175659_4_bestshot.jpg

Play pen training! I miraculously found time to pick my twin book back up and read that this is a good time to get the boys used to staying in a play pen (or Pack N Play as you see here). Once they taste freedom, they will not want to be confined. So rather than wait too late, I plan to get them used to playing and hanging out in this itty bitty space. It’ll come in handy when they ARE mobile and we need them to stay put long enough for us to get some serious work done around the house and not worry about what trouble they are getting into!

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This is how I get stuff done:

  1. Dump laundry out onto floor.
  2. Place laundry basket in front of babies.
  3. (Literally) throw toys into the basket from behind them.
  4. Make sure babies are amused and intrigued.
  5. Quickly fold laundry.
  6. Put laundry away before they get bored.

wpid-20140512_065745.jpgThe boys ate pretty well last weekend. I fed them an odd mix of avocado, carrots, and sweet potato, which I had cooked/pureed a few weeks ago and froze. This is TMI, but later that day, I saw carrots in Adrian’s poop! I can’t tell you how excited I was. It was so cool to me that he really did eat the food and that it made its way down his system. Ok, definitely TMI.

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The boys at their nine-month check up!!! We couldn’t be more proud of the boys. They have been through SO MUCH and here they are, 18.5 lbs each, 28 inches long, and super healthy and happy! These boys used to have a long list of medications, a ton of appointments scheduled, and some issues and medical conditions that really worried us. But now, a ton of things are resolved and really they just have their helmet wearing to endure a little longer. Otherwise, their pediatrician is extremely pleased with how they’re doing and we are just so grateful.

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Lastly, I want to share this video clip I took of the boys playing with their toys. Hope you enjoy it. Jeremiah is shown first, followed by Adrian. I love their grunting and Adrian’s scrunching cheesy face at the end!

 

The day our pregnancy journey took an unexpected turn

It’s amazing what can happen in a year.

One moment we were on this high, enjoying the pregnancy, living life, awaiting the arrival of our bundles of joy.

Then all of a sudden, we found ourselves on a scary new road, the future of our pregnancy daunting and uncertain.

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I’m writing this post because I want to finally write about the place we were in our pregnancy a year ago. I kept to myself a lot during that time and was pretty secretive about my situation. There wasn’t a trace of what was going on in my blog. Part of me wanted to share every detail, the heartache and the frustration. The other part of me wanted to leave that part of my life among my family and closest friends and just continue to only write about the happy stuff on my blog. Looking back, I wish I shared more of myself and the things going on. Maybe I could have heard tips from others who had similar experiences. Maybe I could have benefited from more support outside of my little circle. While I was too scared to talk about it before, I am ready to look back and reflect with gratitude and share it with you.

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Warning… this is a verrry long post… Continue reading if you dare…

On May 1, 2013, I was put on strict bed rest. I was only at 21 weeks, just barely over 4 months. I didn’t quite understand the severity and fragility of the situation at the very beginning, but I quickly learned just how important it was to cook those babies as long as I could. It was a long three months, from the very beginning of May to the last day in July. It was a hard battle to fight, but it was worth every second.

The phone call

At the time, we had just found out we were carrying twins and that they were boys. It was a happy appointment – we got the little sonogram printouts that we couldn’t wait to share with family and friends. Later that afternoon, I received a call from the doctor’s office telling me there was an issue with the pregnancy. I was told not to be scared or alarmed, but usually when you receive a call from the doctor that quickly after an appointment, it’s hard not to worry. I was told our babies had this thing going on called twin-to-twin transfusion syndrome (TTTS).

I remember being alone in my work break room, listening to this news a nurse was explaining to me. My body went numb. Just like an out-of-body experience, I removed my feelings and emotions from the moment in order for me to absorb the information accurately so I could later convey them to my husband. I remember I had a pen and a pad of paper because something told me I needed to write down what I would be told. I remember the nurse trying to explain TTTS, but it wasn’t quite sticking in my brain. All I remember were phrases along the lines of, “One baby’s amniotic fluid level is a lot higher while the other’s is lower than we like,” and “The babies share the connections to one placenta and therefore we are concerned about one baby getting more nutrients than the other, and “Don’t worry, we see a bladder in each of the babies, which is a good thing…”

I heard the nurse, but I wasn’t quite processing everything. I needed my husband to help me understand. After the phone call, I immediately asked my husband to meet me (thank goodness we work in the same building) and the minute I began talking, I remember I started to break down and cry. I told him what I could through my tears, trying to be strong, but also feeling so helpless for our unborn babies. Together, we came up with a few questions to help clarify our understanding. I called the nurse back and she was ever so sweet in helping me get answers.

Hearing from the experts

The next order of business was to get evaluated by the experts. We were referred to the UCSF Medical Center. We heard this place had quite the reputation for their Fetal Treatment Center and that some celebrities even have brought their children there. Without losing it and trying to remain strong, we made the drive to SF to learn more about our situation.

The doctors and nurses at UCSF were excellent. They were nice and understanding (shout out to Janice!). I had to undergo what seemed like endless ultrasounds in order for them to take a good look at the scenario, take a ton of measurements and pictures, and evaluate and inspect every millimeter of each baby. My belly was so exposed that day! Tons of goo (the cold stuff that you see in the movies) and a lot of watching the ultrasound technician do her thing, while we wondered exactly what she was seeing. We knew she couldn’t tell us much because she wasn’t the doctor, but we were in such suspense as we waited to hear results.

When we finally sat down with a doctor to hear her opinion on the TTTS, it was an experience I’ll never forget. She reiterated a lot of the things we had either heard from our doctor back home or read about online. She explained that if the situation gets to a certain point, there is a laser treatment that can be performed to possibly help the situation, although there were no guarantees.

The worse part of that moment, was when she asked what our wishes were should the babies be delivered before 24 weeks. Specifically, she asked if we would like the babies resuscitated. We were confused. Why were we being asked this question? Was there any other option? Would someone even consider saying, “no?” Janice, the nurse who was sitting in our meeting, gently explained that California law does not require the medical staff to resuscitate a baby who is born before 24 weeks of gestation. Beginning 24 weeks and beyond, the law does require it. We were barely at 21 weeks. I couldn’t imagine the babies being born this early, at a pound each, let alone imagine them facing someone else’s decision about whether they should be given a chance to survive.

It was surreal. I almost lost it. We said of course we would want everything done for the babies to save them should they come too early. I think that was one of the moments in the pregnancy when things took a huge turn for me and I understood how delicate the situation was.

I forgot to mention another twist to our story. Not only did we have the TTTS going on with the babies, but I was dilated a centimeter and told I was already having contractions (even though I couldn’t feel them)! My cervix had begun to open, just when I was told at previous appointments how tightly shut it was and that things were “looking great.” Just like that, I had already started down that road that I knew from movies and life in general shouldn’t begin until your “water breaks.” I knew there was a slow and steady process every pregnant woman goes through when in labor, which involves the doctor providing updates on the number of centimeters dilated until she reaches 10. But that is supposed to happen when the baby reaches full-term, at 40 weeks. Here I was at 21…

Doctor’s orders: Strict bed rest

So, it was then I was told that I should stop working right away and go on bed rest. The medical community does not entirely feel bed rest helps in a situation like this, but it certainly couldn’t hurt. I was given prescription medicine to keep my contractions under control. I was told to stay home and brutally limit my mobility: keep my movement downstairs only (no going upstairs), only get up for bathroom breaks, minimize my trips to the kitchen and even try to just have snacks and a cooler next to me, and to only attend doctor appointments. What’s worse, is that I couldn’t even lay down in a position to just recline and prop up a laptop on my lap. No, I had to be sideways, or at least prop myself up with a pillow in order to relieve the pressure on my cervix. I thought I could work from home, but once I couldn’t exactly type sideways, I gave that up quickly.

Pros from bed rest: No work! Everyone waits on me hand and foot! I could boss everyone around ask politely for others to do things for me. Netflix and TV shows. Reading galore. Do my nails and toes (until I couldn’t reach them anymore). Sleep anytime I wanted to (in fact, I slept a LOT).

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Cons from bed rest: Bed rest does NOT give you real rest (I was achy and it was hard to get comfortable). I was so tired all the time. Muscle loss. No more running, exercising, volleyball, etc… Staying home means no more going out to birthday parties and dinner dates and friends’ houses. Missing out on the entire summer, my favorite season of the year!!!

Every week, every DAY was critical. We would celebrate each moment we woke up and realize the babies had another day to grow inside the safest place on earth, my belly. The days seemed long at times… I didn’t know how I’d get through. But what could I do except follow the doctor’s orders, take my medicine, and wait?

Hospital bed rest

At one time, I was on hospital bed rest… for almost two weeks! It was insane. After an appointment with my OB, she told me to go home, pack a bag, and return to the Roseville Kaiser (which is some 45 minutes away from home). There was a high-risk unit there, where I could be monitored and be close to the high-risk neonatal intensive care unit (NICU) should anything happen and the babies get delivered early.

I look back and cannot believe I stayed in a hospital for so long. Granted, some women end up staying on hospital bed rest for MONTHS, hooked up to monitors 24/7, up until the very moment their babies are delivered. Thankfully, I did not have to stay that long, although any amount of time in the hospital for a reason other than check ups, ultrasounds, and labor/delivery are not exactly what a pregnant woman looks forward to.

Thank goodness for the amazing nurses! Many of them helped me stay strong and put me at ease. My hubby stayed with me EVERY NIGHT, sleeping on a less than comfy pull out of a couch, if that’s what it was. My family visited me almost every day, bringing good food to beat the hospital food that was on a rotation I quickly got tired of. I tried to sleep a lot to make the time pass. I had a small little window to the outside world and yearned for the sunlight on my skin.

I looked forward to dressing up for doctors appointments

I looked forward to dressing up for doctors appointments

The secret blog

It was during my hospital stay that I began fervidly writing all of my thoughts and feelings out. During the moments I was alone in the hospital, I would scribble my worries and fears, the highlights of the day, the hope that I hung on to. I would describe the doctor’s evaluation for that morning and I would record the outcome of the fetal monitoring (NSTs – neonatal stress tests) that were performed twice a day. I needed a sounding board, an outlet for the whirlwind taking place inside of me.

I called my secret blog, “Cooking the Booplets.” An inside thing between the husband and I was to call our bun in the oven our “booplet.” Then when we found out there were two, we referred to them as the “booplets.” The name stuck and so it made sense that I would write about cooking them. Looking back, I can’t believe how much I wrote! All of these posts were written aside from my Sharissespieces blog, since I was so nervous about sharing the situation with just anyone. I didn’t like burdening others with my worries. I didn’t want to hear the pity and see the sad faces. I kept my public posts on this blog perky and happy, despite the troubles I was facing in my private life.

From surviving to thriving

With our strong faith and unfailing support system, we chugged along week after week. We reached a point where I was even given permission to attend baby classes at the hospital! It was hilarious how excited I was to see people in the outside world. I was monitored twice a week at a local clinic (shout out to Deanna!) and it was so cool how I got to hear the babies’ heartbeats so often. I also had double, if not triple, the doctor appointments because of our high-risk situation, and we luckily got to have a TON of ultrasounds performed. We saw our babies so often and got to see their growth more often than we ever would have expected.

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Just as our pregnancy took an unexpected turn when we learned of the TTTS and that I was dilated a centimeter and having contractions, we were told that the TTTS has basically corrected itself and was no longer existent! Miraculously the babies’ fluid levels kept getting more and more equal, to the point that the TTTS was considered gone. This was a true blessing as we learned only about 50% of TTTS cases get better and the other half get worse, only to often end up in tragic outcomes. It was unbelievable. Also, my cervix stayed dilated at one centimeter, thanks to my obedience to the bed rest and meds.

After three whole months of being put on strict bed rest, the babies made their debut. The VERY NIGHT I was taken off of the medicine that kept my contractions under control, is the night my water broke! You can read more about my birth story here!

I still want to write a post on our experiences in the NICU. Gosh, that was such a scary and heavenly place at the same time. The boys spent almost a month there, and while it was so heartbreaking to leave your babies each night, we were grateful for the care they received and the help we were given from the NICU nurses. Happy Nurses Week to each of them!

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I can’t believe I wrote this much, but writing this post is cathartic for me. As with writing in general, I feel relieved of this penned up energy that had been brewing for over a year. The booplets are more than alright now, they are happy, healthy, and thriving! The way we handled our pregnancy was the epitome of the phrase, “Go with the flow.” We just had to keep chugging and hope for the best, even if we were thrown more hurdles and setbacks. The same phrase has been the theme of parenting – you can only do our best, especially as first time parents. You can set schedules, read the books, and make plans, but everything can change in the blink of an eye and you’ll have to just roll with the punches. To anyone who gets placed on bed rest, you can and will get through it! It is a fleeting time in your life that you have to just give 120% of yourself in order to give your baby – or babies – the best fighting chance at life they deserve.

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It’s (not yet) beginning to look a lot like Christmas

It seems as if Christmas is shoved in our faces earlier and earlier each year. I think at the beginning of October is when I first heard of Christmas music and decorations striking the retail stores. We complain that we want to deal with one holiday at a time, but then a whirlwind hits us immediately after Halloween. We’re eating turkey, Black Friday shopping, and then here we are, rushing and stressing to finalize (or even start) our Christmas shopping, gift-wrapping, and decorating! Well, ever since I told myself to do less and just enjoy being a new mama, I decided to just focus on gift giving for the kids in our lives, decorate whenever the chance arrives (even if it’s on Christmas eve), and not stress about it! Ok, I’m not gonna lie. I’m TOTALLY stressing about it. But instead of allowing my stress to consume me, I just take a deep breath and remember “the reason for the season.”

We have been OVERLY blessed this past year with our two beautiful baby boys, our health, our jobs, our home, our family and friends… the list goes on! And the most amazing thing is that those things are not really “things” at all. It’s not about the material things, it’s about the true aspects and parts of our lives that make life amazing.

To add SOME kind of cheer to our days, we did buy the cutest santa hats for the boys! The boys have been sporting them every where we go, from friends’ houses, to the grocery store, to the doctor’s office! Also, I bump up the holiday Pandora stations (N*Sync and Mariah Carey are my favorite!) whenever I remember.

They boys had another round of vaccine shots the other day… It’s always heartbreaking hearing them cry… But luckily the crying didn’t last too long and Granma and Auntie Ninang were around to help me soothe them!

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Speaking of getting into the Christmas spirit, I don’t know HOW I managed to do it, but I made Christmas cake pops for the hubs to bring to work! It was fun as always, but I must say it isn’t my best work. Sometime soon I’ll get back into cake pop making and baking! Considering my current situation, I think they turned out pretty well! (Note how things have changed: Yes, that is infant formula and medicine in the background and charts on the bottom… *sigh*)

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CRIB UPDATE:

Crib training is going well! The boys are going anywhere from 6-9 hours during the night without a feeding! I can’t say they are sleeping THROUGH the night. But I’m so happy the middle of the night feed has dropped and the most I have to do is go into their room to pacify or soothe a few times. On a good night, Adrian won’t need ANY pacifying (but he sure knows where his thumb is and finds it and sucks away) and Jeremiah will need to be pacified just twice. The most funniest thing (although it needs to be fixed soon) is that Adrian wakes himself up because he make donuts in his crib and ends up like this!!!

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He wakes up crying because his leg is stuck and I have to go in and get him out of there. We were told not to use bumpers because of SIDS, but we’re looking into at least mesh bumpers because it is hilariously ridiculous that this can happen multiple times a night.

Once an early morning feed takes place around 6/7 am, I either put each baby back to sleep for a small nap so I can grab breakfast, or we play! Here are my silly boys one morning. This picture makes me think of how much we are so so so looking forward to watching them grow up together and do so many fun things with them.

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Then I’ll try to get a tummy time session in… how cute are they? Theyr’e actually doing better each and every day! Earlier, they would barely last a few seconds before screaming and getting frustrated, but now they actually last a couple of minutes and even start to babble and squeal!

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Then (fingers crossed), if they hadn’t napped already yet, they’ll nap afterward for me. It’s a mad scramble after that for me to get my breakfast, cup o’ joe, and pump.

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DAYCARE UPDATE:

We interviewed yet another place last night… Oh man! Decisions, decisions. The place was so clean and beautiful and the couple who owns the business were similar to the hubs and myself: young, friendly, sociable, same interests (can you believe this family has five, yes FIVE televisions in the family room)… but the biggest aspect holding us back is the price. You really do get what you pay for. We’re super bummed how much cost is a big deal, but there’s no denying it. Luckily, our second choice is VERY GOOD in curriculum and philosophy. It’s a few minutes further as a commute, but we would feel comfortable with our boys going there. The next few days are going to be hard making this decision and I just pray that no matter what, our boys will be SAFE, LOVED, AND TAKEN GOOD CARE OF!!!

 

 

Play mat, doctor visit, and sleeping

They’re getting sooo big! Who said anything about being premies?! These boys have caught up nicely and may even be growing too fast for my liking 😦 They’re both cooing, gurgling, laughing, smiling, and (baby) talking like crazy!!! It’s hard not to fall in love with them over and over.

Our new fun thing is brother time on their play mat! The awesome thing about this play mat is that it has gone through three other babies, their cousins!

Thank you, Toddler station on Pandora. Not only does it help me broaden my song repertoire, but it is bringing back a TON of memories of when I listened to songs as a kid and when my mom sang to me!

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Jeremiah (left) and Adrian (right) on the play mat

Adrian had a doctor’s appointment yesterday. Since only one boy had to go out, I took him out all on my own! I’m not gonna lie, I thought it wouldn’t be that bad because it’s only one baby. But it was tough! The boy’s only 12 lbs and I had the help of the Baby Bjorn, but my back was killing me afterward. I should have prepared a smaller diaper bag, but instead I used the usual weekender one and it was super heavy to haul around, especially without a stroller! I also had my first experience changing a baby in the bathroom. Wow. It was such a challenge. I didn’t realize how much goes into it. I had to juggle the baby, the diaper bag, fetching a receiving blanket to cover the changing table, hang the humongous diaper bag on the side of the changing table, hold the baby on the changing table as I reached for wipes and a diaper… but I made it! I was only 10 minutes late to the appointment (whoops).

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\Adrian also had blood work afterward. I was reluctant to post a picture of his sad face, but it was just too cute!!! The poor baby had to get pricked several times until they found a good vein 😦 It was so hard seeing him cry. But he was a champ afterward and got a ton of compliments on how cute he was as we walked outta the clinic.

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Adrian was a champ as his blood was being drawn

Sleeping has been a challenge. There have been good things and also some challenging things. Good things: they’re sleeping longer! They can go as long as 4 to 4.5 hours and have gone 5 hours at one point! Another good thing is that our “routine” of keeping the lights low/off and keeping the nights boring by not talking or playing with them has been helping them to know it is night time and time to SLEEP! I was warned that babies often do not know their nights from days when they are first born so you really have to teach them. The challenging things about the nights are that they are addicted to their Rock and Plays, which we’re worried it’ll be hard to wean them off and train them to sleep in their cribs, the are sleeping in the family room still, and they’re still without schedules, which makes it hard to catch some z’s around them waking up at different times and needing to feed.

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The boys in their Rock and Plays… in our family room!

 

One idea I got from my mommy group is to slowly introduce them to their cribs in the nursery. I plan to start having them hang out there and learning it is a “happy place,” then slowly have them nap there, and then hopefully when they are old enough to sleep through the night, they can do so! I didn’t start off too well with my plan, but here’s a look when I did try! Jeremiah fell sleep, but Adrian wouldn’t. I put a friend on the edge of the bed to keep him entertained and he fell asleep, too!

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Did I already mention how big these boys are getting?! Talk about chunksters!!!


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For the first time in a while, maybe since before I was on bed rest, I cooked! Ok, it was nothing fancy or elaborate, but it was nice being in my kitchen again doing more than heating up frozen goods, washing baby bottles, or preparing milk for the boys!

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My very own “pita pizza” special and a simple, yet yummy, salad

Don’t forget to check me out on Instagram for more (and more frequent) pictures of the boys! Wish I could post more often, but theses monkeys keep me busy!

The days are long, but the years are short

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Adrian (l) and Jeremiah (r)

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Adrian (l) and Jeremiah (r)

“The days are long, but the years are short.” I’ve been hearing and seeing this saying a lot, and especially since the boys were born. It’s ringing more true each moment that passes by.

The days are long: So far the boys have been home since this past Sunday, only a few days ago, and yet I feel like we’ve been running marathon after marathon on empty! Each day really feels long. My body aches and feels so fatigued that I tell myself the day must almost be over, and yet I glance at the clock only to find it’s 7:30 pm! Then I take on the night shift to relieve the hubs after he watched the boys during the beginning of the night and I can’t believe what I’m seeing on the clock then: 3 am… 4 am… 5 am… then the sun rises and I see 6 am… 7 am… I don’t mean to stare at the clock, but between feeding both boys, changing them, soothing them, and pumping that breast milk, I can only take a short nap before I have to wake up and do it all over again! It’s madness! I miss the days when they were in my belly, when all I had to really worry about was myself: resting and eating and sticking to that bed rest. Oh how I should have known how easy I had it! It would never again be so easy to care for these babies.

The years are short: Not to get ahead of myself, but I can already see why they say that the years are short. In fact, in just a few days, our boys will be a month old!!! I am already feeling sad at how fast they’re growing! Pretty much EVERYONE tells us how fast time flies and how much we’d better embrace these early moments because they are over so soon. At first it was so hard to believe people as they told us things get easier and soon we’ll miss these days. How can we believe them when our brains and bodies are telling us that we are insane for having to put in this much work and barely seeing the light at the end of the tunnel? I get sad thinking my body will never catch up on sleep at this point. That I may not feel a restful night’s sleep for a long, long time. That even when I do get to sleep, my mind will never turn off because it is constantly thinking of the boys and their needs. But despite all of these complaints, I do not want to wake up and all of a sudden look back wondering where the time has gone. I do cherish each moment with this boys and embrace their small size, their needs, and these trying times. It’s such a bittersweet thing.

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Some highlights of our week…

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We made it outside of the house! Here’s the hubs pushing our DOUBLE FRAME STROLLER to the doctor’s office! It was such an endeavor to pack the diaper bag, double check that we had everything, and actually make the visit there and back home! Luckily, the office is so close to home so the trip was not too bad. The part we worried about the most was feeding and changing the boys while we are out. But we survived!

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The boys cooling down because the heat was extreme! They were both sweating in their carseats 😦 So sorry, babies!!!


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The hubs having fun “juggling” two babies!

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Adrian at his pediatrician’s visit!

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Jeremiah at his pediatrician’s visit!

We are so thankful for the helping hands we have among us. Mom, Dad, and sister have been such lifesavers, allowing us to take much needed naps, reminding us to EAT, and giving us breaks to just get away from the boys and re-establish some normalcy in our lives. Here’s Adrian with Auntie Ninang! 🙂

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Thanks for reading! Check out my birth story and maternity shoot posts, too! 🙂