Sunday, June 24, 2012

A Milestone

3 years ago today my husband and I were faced with the terrifying awareness that I either undergo a surgery in Cincinnati to correct TTTS (twin to twin transfusion) in our boys or face the ultimate likelihood that we would lose them both.  For my poor husband that is terrified of hospitals, the thought of his wife and unborn children undergoing any kind of surgery was eating at him.  For me, I could not imagine doing everything I could to give our boys a chance to be born living into this world.  For my sweet mother, who came to support all of us, I know how worried she was, yet she was the ultimate pillar of strength and support for us both.

3 years ago 2 fabulous and caring doctors and many nurses and support staff gave my boys a chance.  They severed 6 shared veins in their placenta and took almost 2 liters of fluid out of our baby a's sac.  If both boys adjusted to the change, we had a chance of bringing them both home.  The odds were good for that, but you never know.  Frankly, I wasn't counting on the odds since I had beaten the odds by becoming pregnant with identical twins AND getting TTTS. 

TTTS is real, it is fast, it is devastating.  While advances are being made to help, there are still many doctors that don't know enough about it to be the advocates my own doctors were for me.  Today I am thankful for the doctors that pioneered the laser surgery, those that tweaked treatment to give our unborn babies a better chance.  I am filled with gratitude towards the Cincinnati Children's Fetal Care Center.  To Dr. Jaekle and Dr. Crumblehome (whom my husband and I dubbed Crumbledore)(don't hate...embrace the geeky Harry Potter reference).  To the Radisson Cincinnati and their amazing staff who showed utmost compassion, kindness, and customer service to us.  To Mary with the TTTS Foundation.  To my high risk doctor and my MFM doctor.  Of course, to all of my family, friends, and strangers for support.  Mostly to God, who in our struggle taught me to trust and rely in Him, and He carried us all throughout.

Friday, June 22, 2012

Does this Make me a Bad Parent?

So....the boys are little parrots as of late, which can be both funny and perilous. The other day my husband and I decided to play a little bit with the boys, much to our own amusement.

"Can you say I'm Not A Crook?" (complete with hand signals)

Both boys make a decent attempt, with G-Man making the most convincing hand gestures.

"Aye Aye Captain"

"That's No Moon, its a space station" (don't hate, I am a Star Wars Geek to the core)

and my personal favorite "Live Long and Prosper" (with Vulcan hand signal, of course)

G-Man's response was priceless..."garble garble PROSPER!" with his little hands trying to figure out how to move like Daddy's. 

Perhaps it is bad parenting to find some amusement in the imitating stage.  It sure beats the things they will surely repeat somewhere down the road.  YIKES!!!

Wednesday, June 13, 2012

Puddles and Puddles oh my!

So....the whole anatomical awareness has been pretty funny.

Unfortunately it has expanded.  I "knew" I was going to pay for this.

The other day, the dudes found pride in being able to pull down their own pants without my assistance.  Be it for bath time, bed time, diaper change time, or practice potty time, they like to do it by themselves.  Cool.  I am all for independence.

I enjoy the gleeful shrieks of  "I DID IT!" reverberating around the house (because they have zero clue of an inside voice).  I love seeing the pride in their face, the sense of accomplishment they brandish so well.

The other morning I heard them chattering and went to get them up out of bed.  Both boys were standing in their respective cribs sans pants and diapers.  I was certainly not prepared to see my little men naked from the waist down and asked them, "Where are your diapers?"

I got a garbled response, "gibberish gibberish on the floor, gibberish, it's yucky!"
Ok.  If they think wet morning diapers are yucky, maybe we are ready for potty training.  I was cool with that.  Of course, then I was greeted by a loud and rousing shriek of "It's MY penis, my Penis!" from both boys.  Fantastic. We went on with our day and I thought nothing of it.

When I went in to get them from nap time, it happened.  Two naked little butts up in the air, diapers on the floor, and a giant swamp of urine in the cribs.  And they didn't even wake from the wetness.  Gross.Both boys obviously got baths while mattress protectors and sheets went in the laundry.  Little did I know bed time would bring a similar incident.

Not exactly sure how to keep the diapers on, because I can't handle all of this laundry?  They sell decorative duct tape, right?

Friday, June 1, 2012

Boy parts. Let's face it.

The last 2 weeks of high school are always a whirlwind, and I am sad that I didn't have tons of extra time to spend on my outlet of writing this blog.  But, it is summer now and I am super excited to hang out with the dudes and play around our city.

I have heard people call boy parts and girl parts all sorts of things.  Pee pee, wee wee, front butt (my personal favorite), et cetera.  From a slightly nerdy and left brained perspective, I just use the actual name of the part.  I figure our kids don't get exposed to real or scientific terms as much as they should.  Science vocabulary is one of the most difficult things for my students to grasp because it is so alien to them.  I call rain precipitation (and rain) explain the finer points of photosynthesis while watering green plants and so on.

Obviously I wondered if this was going to backfire on me.  

For the record, I am going to type the actual word in my post, so if it weirds you out to see it in print, please go no further.  

Naturally when the boys started pulling on their boy parts and calling it their belly I corrected them.  "No baby, that is your penis."  I have said that to them a few times here and there and don't make any kind of fuss over it.

The other night during bath time G-Man looked down, pointed and said "That's my penis!"  (I should win an Academy Award for keeping a straight face, on the inside I was nearly peeing my pants in laughter).  "That IS your penis, it is where the pee comes out."

And that was it.

I thought.

Today's bath brought more male apparatus awareness.  "That's my penis. It's yucky." 

"It isn't yucky honey, it is part of your body." (again with a straight face.)

"My Penis"  Points to brother "E-Dude's penis."

Great.  Not only are we making language strides and recognizing ownership of items, we are doing so via anatomy.

Then the bigger realization.  They really ARE little sponges.  Wonder what is going to come out of their mouths next...