One Year New

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Gosh I’m such a slacker, L & J have been one for nearly three weeks and I’m only just now getting to this update. What can I say, mobile twins leave little time for anything!

So any way, these two are one year new; no more months, just years from here on out. We all survived the first year! Some days I’m still in disbelief.

 

 

My sweet little Lo, it amazes me you are as big as you are. I can so easily recall being scared I would break you because you were so tiny and fragile when we brought you home. Now you crawl all over me in your hilarious, uncoordinated way just to give me hugs before trust falling backwards because you know I’ll catch you. You can be so serious, watching the world around you so carefully, and suddenly you’ll catch my eye and your whole face lights up. You have the BEST smile, you smile with your whole body and just beam, I hope I always give you a reason to smile that big. It’s been so much fun watching you grow into the tiny human you are today and I can’t wait to see what the next year brings for you.

 

 

 

Oh Jammers, you are t-r-o-u-b-l-e, trouble! Some days I swear I don’t know how I keep up with you! You’re one big ball of energy, full of mischievous smiles and unquenchable curiosity. Once upon a time you couldn’t get enough of cuddling with me and now I have to steal all of my kisses before you’re off getting in to something else. I love watching you discover new things, whether its your own personal feats or how something works; the wheels in your head are always turning. Although I’m terrified for the year to come with your adventures, I’m so excited to be there by your side.

 

 

As for their birthday itself, we kept it pretty low key: immediate family and a few friends, some burgers and cupcakes. They weren’t feeling well that day, so they were underwhelmed by being the center of attention. It was still nice and everyone was so generous, these kids want for nothing, that’s for sure.

 

Since their birthday, J has officially become a walker, toddling everywhere and giving his bum a workout. L has been very interested in this new development and has taken some steps herself, my guess is that she’ll make her move soon. I’m having trouble enough with one walker, cannot fathom two, but as with all things twins, you always find a way! I think that’s all for now, I’ll try to update again soon.

Eleven

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Well, the countdown to one is officially on as my sweet little loves are now 11 months new! I can’t tell you how much this makes my heart burst with both sadness and joy. They are so, so, so much fun right now and their personalities crack me up all day, every day. Lo is so joyous and loving, meanwhile James is such a ham and full of charm.

Trying to take their picture together is all but impossible these days, they’re on the move afterall, but of the zillions I attempted to take this sums them up pretty well: so inquisitive!

 

“Jams” is still thisclose to walking, the boy just can’t seem to find it within him to let go of my finger tip and “be free!” (I always say that after diaper changes and when I release them from their car seats and high chairs) He actually runs when he’s behind his walker and has figured out every possible thing in the house that he can push so he can “walk” around the house when my finger tips are otherwise engaged. He loves giving high fives and flashing his gummy grin when he’s doing something he’s not supposed to. (Which is more often then not.) He can climb up and down the stairs on his own and has climbed atop every possible thing he can in our house. This kid needs to slow his roll.

 

My little Lo is just the sweetest thing you’ve ever met, she gives the best hugs you’ve ever had and her face lights up when she sees you. She is loving walking behind her walker, even if she looks like a tiny drunk while doing so. (Walking unassisted is definitely a ways off for her yet.) She’s also mastered cruising and is enjoying all the benefits it brings to her life, like getting away from her bully of a brother when he tries to bowl her over and getting to things she’s long sought after that aren’t accessible via crawling. Racing James up the stairs is also a favorite, she’s getting pretty quick. Yesterday she added a fourth word to her vocabulary, “bubbles,” the girl loves her bubbles and can now request them, it’s adorable. Her “tricks” include waving, clapping, playing peek-a-boo, and “so big.”

 

Birthday party planning is in the works, we’ve decided to keep it simple: a cookout with family and friends, cupcakes, and a polka dot (L) and stripes (J) theme. As for gifts, we got them a bubble machine and a kiddie pool, which we plan to set up the day of the party for them to play in. Besides that, we’ve got their one year pics the week before that and we’ve started a slow transition to regular milk. Big stuff!

Conflicted

I was cleaning the other day and came across my ring, my loss ring. I had taken it off last year, along with my wedding rings, when my hands started to swell and I had painful carpal tunnel. After I had the babies and was finally able to put my other rings back on I left this ring on the holder. Why? Because I was scared to put it back on. Scared that somehow by doing so something bad was going to happen to the babies. Post partum is a crazy time, full of crazy fears, perhaps more so when you’ve already experienced loss.

But back to finding the ring, I realized I did so on the second anniversary of our loss. Which was not quite two weeks ago. I spent a good amount of time reflecting on how much has happened since that horrible, awful time in my life. Most importantly that I’m now a Mother, a Mother of two even! As desperately as I had wanted that baby, if it had lived, my sweet, perfect, amazing L & J wouldn’t be here. A thought I can’t even fathom and yet, I don’t buy in to the sentiment that “everything happens for a reason,” because that’s bullshit. I know that something was wrong with that baby and so nature took its course, in doing so our journey to becoming parents took another turn we didn’t expect, after we’d already started down the infertility course. Infertility and loss? Please, by all means tell me what “reason” justifies putting anyone through that? But I digress.

So there I am with the ring, reflecting on the last two years, and I put it back on. Then I go kiss my babies with tears in my eyes and I thank the heavens that I can. 

Mother’s Day is tomorrow. Two years ago my heart was beyond broken, mourning our recent loss, one year ago I was heavily pregnant and my life was total chaos as we had just moved here to Chicago and although I was pregnant, I pretended Mother’s Day wasn’t happening because my heart was still fragile. This year, I’m a Mother, I get to celebrate and be celebrated. It’s surreal. 

I know time heals or helps to fade all wounds, but I wonder if I’ll ever be able to celebrate Mother’s Day and not think of how closely tied it is to when we experienced our loss? I hope so. I feel guilty for having these conflicted thoughts of happiness and sadness when anyone else would only be rejoicing their luck of finally being a Mother. 

Ten

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Double. Digits. Do you even understand how close to being a year old that is?!?! I cannot even begin to explain how many feels I’ve been having. My babies are growing up and someone needs to make it stop. Ok, not really, because I really, really, REALLY love this age. As nostalgic as I get for the teeny little squishes they used to be, I also think about how impossibly hard it was in those early months and reason wins over. Ha.

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Do you see these two? Those infectious smiles are on pretty much 24/7. They are so happy and lovable, except of course when they’re not, but isn’t that the case with anyone? Any way, they love to chase each other crawling around the house giggling maniacally like two tiny lunatics, taking each others toys, splashing at the pool and in the bath together, swinging in the baby swing back to back, stealing each other’s Cheerios, and chattering non-stop during meal times at one another, specifically having a shouting contest of who can say “MMMMMMMMM” loudest. They must really love my cooking. They are a hoot. Oh, and did I mention there’s not a single tooth between them? Grow some teeth already, you weirdos.

It’s so funny to me that L used to be such a miserable newborn because she is an absolute joy now. She is all smiles and giggles and even when she’s doing something she’s not supposed to, she looks at you with the happiest little smile of accomplishment on her face that it’s impossible to stay mad at her. She crawls around with purpose and with a war cry to boot; you hear her long before she finally wiggles her little butt to where you’re at. She’s so clever and curious, she amazes me daily with how observant she is. Last night my husband taught her to climb the stairs. Do you want to guess what we did all. day. today? She’s content to play by herself, but prefers to follow J around. Her favorite things right now are clapping her hands and bouncing up and down on her knees, dancing to music, sucking on her fingers when she’s idle and especially when sleepy, making zombie noises and saying “Dadadadadadadadadada” at the top of her lungs on repeat, climbing the stairs, smiling BIG, pulling up on everything, digging toys out of the toy box, and giving the best snuggly hugs you’ve ever had in your life.
Oh buddy, now J on the other hand has gone from the quietest little chill newborn to a never-stops-moving, enthusiastic bull in a china shop. He is this fiery burst of energy that can’t be contained. He thrives on attention, charming strangers with his jewel-blue eyes and mischievous smile, especially the pretty ones. He is getting in to or climbing on E.V.E.R.Y.T.H.I.N.G. He uses anything he can for leverage to climb or cruise around a room and has been scaling the stairs in a blink of an eye for well over a month now. He can walk very sturdily next to me holding only one hand, so I fear walking is on the horizon. He is tenacious and fearless, as “boy” as they come. Our hands are definitely full with this one all by himself, let alone when he’s teamed up alongside his sister! Although he is surely the cause of any gray hair I have given how often he adds to his collection of bumps and bruises in his adventures, he is also a momma’s boy through and through and I wouldn’t want him any other way.

Every day is an adventure with these two and it’s the f*cking best.

Nine

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Hard to believe it, but the babies are nine months new! 3/4 of the way to one year and I honestly cannot believe it. The quote, “The days are long but the years are short” hit the nail on the head when it comes to parenting. The days can be so unbelievably long sometimes and yet, time as a whole is flying by entirely too fast. How can it be possible that my babies, my teeny tiny little 5 lbers are nearly a year old?

They’re both crawling, climbing, cruising, and just generally so active that I’m absolutely exhausted by the end of the day. They’re both “talking” up a storm too, but L is closer to actual words than J is, she says “Hi” and I’m 95% sure she knows what she’s saying because she says it at appropriate times. They both love to mimic sounds and each other and each have their own distinct sounds: L’s is her zombie growl and J’s is the gargle. I love listening to them giggle at one another and chase-crawl each other around the house.

Besides all that fun, I’m happy/sad to report that we are officially done nursing. L weaned herself a few days after her 8 month birth day and in the meantime Lefty dried up and I could tell J wasn’t getting much from Righty so I let his 9 month birth day be our last nursing session. Neither have ever tried to nurse since and a quick inventory of the freezer stash reveals that I can keep them in a bottle of pumped milk a day until their 10 month birth day. The final hormone crash is wrecking havoc emotionally but experience has taught me that this lasts a few days and then I’m ok. I am so relieved to be done, to have my body back, to not be so frustrated with their distracted nursing or stressed out about whether or not they’re getting enough, to no longer feel isolated and overwhelmed, to be able to share the task, but I think a part of me will always miss that special time we spent together. I snapped this picture during our last session and am a little sad I didn’t think to do the same with L (although I didn’t know our last session together was happening, one day she nursed fine, the next she refused, and then kept refusing for a few more days/attempts before I gave up).

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As I mentioned in my Breastfeeding The Twins post, breastfeeding came with a lot of hurdles and was not entirely enjoyable for me, but I am happy to have had the opportunity and as we move on from this chapter of our lives I feel good about where we’ve ended it.

Two On The Move

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The title says it all, we are now a house of total mobility! J has been crawling for two months now (one week after he turned six months), but over the weekend L made her big crawling debut! It is by and far the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen because she takes the teeniest, tiniest “steps” so that she takes about five crawling “steps” to one of J’s; her arms and legs look like they’re in fast forward but she makes minimal progress. I just love watching her face every time she realizes that she can follow him or go retrieve a toy that’s rolled away. The best though was the first time, she looked up at me so proud of herself with the biggest, most adorable toothless smile, “look Momma, I do this now!”

That being said, it’s total mayhem chasing around after them and trying to keep them from going opposite directions, or more importantly, from trying to kill themselves. They are also climbing on everything and J cruises, I cannot look away for a moment! Child gates secure the most dangerous areas of our home, but I regularly catch someone chewing on a cord they somehow managed to unearth from a hiding place or, more often, J trying to mount the entertainment center or the music table or the exersaucer or . . . you get the idea. If it gives him even the slightest bit of leverage, he’s using it to stand or climb on. Also, it should be noted that L is his favorite step stool, something I’m working on trying to deter him from but she’s just so darn convenient since she follows him everyone. That girl LOVES her brother; her face when she first sees him in the morning or when he comes and plays in front of the exersaucer while she’s in it is the best. He’s less enamored with her, but will regularly lay docile while she pats his head or tries to hug him. Ha!

I love this age so much, they have so much personality, they’re so playful and fun to interact with, and they even enjoy brief time-frames of solo play. (Which is both awesome, because they can entertain themselves, and sad because they don’t need me as much.) Their days are mostly predictable now and they continue to sleep through the night, thank the baby sleep gods. I am down to one nursing session a day, first thing in the morning, and completely done with pumping. I’m still having feels over it all, especially since L weaned herself from the morning nursing session about a week ago. For some reason her quitting it before I was ready really threw me for a loop emotionally, but I’m coming to terms with it. I now give her a bottle of pumped from the freezer stash while I nurse J and the rest of the day they get solids and formula. Once the freezer stash is exhausted I will quit nursing J because I just can’t handle the mom guilt of nursing him but not at least having a bottle of pumped for her. If this set-up lasts as long as the freezer stash, we’ll still have nearly two months to go, but if J weans himself as well, I’ll give them both a bottle of pumped each morning until it runs out, which will obviously happen much quicker.

That’s about all I have for now, sorry I’ve been MIA but we’ve been busy with trips, which will be the topic of my next installment to my twin mom series. To wrap this up, here’s their 8 month pic from a few weeks ago:

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Sleep Tiny Humans, Sleep!

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Time for the next installment of my twin series: Sleep! Sleep has been an equally hard fought battle as breastfeeding was/is; whoever thought getting two tiny humans to sleep, at the same time, would be so hard?

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A lot of our initial sleep problems I realize in hindsight were fueled by the every two hour feeding schedule I got stuck in after we left the hospital that I mentioned in my last post. Because they were used to being fed every two hours and I didn’t know any better, I nursed them around the clock every two hours for three long months. Man I’m exhausted just remembering that.

But there was more than just the nursing every two hours, we also kept them in our room for the first 12 weeks of their life; it felt right at the time but I would never do that again. Once they were in their own room they stopped smelling me and immediately started sleeping longer stretches overnight, not to mention their little noises stopped constantly waking me from the precious little sleep I actually got. Why didn’t we do that sooner?!

Additionally when they weren’t being held, they did all their sleeping in their Rock n’ Plays. (I swore they’d sleep in their cribs from day one but that immediately flew out the window and caused a lot of bad sleeping habits) So I started the RNP-to-crib transition with naps and within a week had them crib sharing happily. It took some interesting transition tactics: I rolled up a beach towel lengthwise and made a “U” shape under the sheet so they still felt a bit cuddled like they had been in the RNP’s. I also slightly elevated the mattress where their head was from underneath. The two combined worked like a charm as you can see by L being PTFO here on the left. (We transitioned her first, then J a day or two later)

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Once they were in their room, in the crib, the next hurdle to tackle was napping; we worked off the “Eat-Play-Sleep” routine during the day which definitely helped improve their sleep overnight and gave me an idea of how to plan our day, but their “naps” left a lot to be desired. While L went down easily to sleep she only napped for 20 minutes at a time, meanwhile J would take so long to go down that L would wake up from her cat nap right as he finally fell asleep. They almost never overlapped so I resorted to taking long walks and/or drives daily because it was the only way I could bank on them napping at the same time. This didn’t allow me to get anything done around the house or to shower or eat regularly, but we all got fresh air and I could hit the Starbucks drive thru, so there’s that. Heh.

Thankfully around the time J started rolling and we moved him to his own crib he started sleeping on his tummy and sucking his thumb which instantly made him a better sleeper overall. Unfortunately L continued her 20 minute cat naps and was generally an ornery little thing. Ultimately I learned I just had to stop going to get her the instant she’d wake up unless she was completely losing her mind because I realized she’d either play quietly for a little while or she’d fall back asleep. She’s still the first to wake from naps, averaging about 45-60 minutes on a good day, but I’ll take it after all those cat naps the first five months.

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Now back to bedtime, as I said, getting them in their own room and crib made an immediate difference. Carrying over from naps, L has always gone right to sleep without any issue, I’ve always put her down awake but drowsy and she just rolls to her side and PTFO. Unfortunately J was a whole other story, he would have insane meltdowns when we’d put him down to bed, he could be fast asleep from being rocked or nursed and yet the minute I’d lay him down he’d snap awake and lose his mind. We tried everything and finally had to resort to CIO. I really didn’t want to have to do it because once asleep he’d sleep so good, we’d never hear a peep from him, he just couldn’t figure out how to get there. Thankfully sleep training took all of two nights before he figured it out and now he goes to sleep with little to no issue. Now don’t get me wrong, we definitely still have our bad nights where he regresses and puts up a fight, but they have been few and far between.

They’ve been sleeping through the night for about a month now and I owe it all to L finally rolling on to her tummy to sleep, which curbed her waking for no reason every few hours, and the formula bottle before bed we started giving them.  That’s not to say this won’t all go to sh!t with the 8 month sleep regression looming, but for now, everyone is much happier and less sleep deprived here in Chicago.

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Breastfeeding The Twins

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As promised, here is my first installment of “hot twin topics:” Breastfeeding

Breastfeeding has been both a beautiful and absolutely miserable experience for me. I’ve dealt with oversupply, recurrent milk blisters and clogged ducts, thrush, and have had mastitis three times. But, I have also been able to exclusively breast feed my two babies for the first seven months of their life, something most can’t or won’t be able to do. Much like our journey to get pregnant, breastfeeding hasn’t been easy, but I don’t regret it one bit.

J nursed well right out the gate, but L had many, many issues that we had to work through. Although born full term with no NICU time, she lost a lot of weight initially and it took three weeks to bring her back up to birth weight. As a result of this the hospital sent me home with instructions to nurse and then pump and feed her whatever I pumped. Every two hours. By the time I would get done nursing and then pumping I’d have maybe 30 minutes before I had to start the whole process over again. It was exhausting and made that first month such a blur that I can hardly even remember it. But back to L, initially her mouth was too little causing a bad latch, so we moved to a nipple shield. Then her suck wasn’t strong enough with the shield so even though she was transferring some milk, it wasn’t enough so I had to keep up the pumping after every feeding until she finally figured out how to nurse when she was eight weeks old. I was so close to throwing in the towel at that point and just switching over to exclusively pumping for her, so I am so thankful she finally figured it out. It took offering the breast without the shield every day that whole time, but one day it worked and we never looked back… until they were four months old.

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That is when the distracted nursing started. Up until that point I had exclusively tandem nursed them, unless we were in public, then I would do one at a time. It was efficient and I had this elaborate set-up that worked well for us. (MyBrestFriend Twin pillow propped up on Boppies on each side of me, while I sat on the floor) But then hands started wandering and the world around them was so exciting that efficiency went out the window and my frustration grew, especially as the recurrent clogs and milk blisters started making a weekly appearance, and then we had a month long thrush battle. At that point I switched over to nursing them one at a time and we chugged along another few months.

Alas worsening distracted nursing and a third round of mastitis put an end to daytime nursing for us when they were six months old. I have been pumping during the day for the last month, but have started the weaning process from it and I feel good, relieved actually, to have an end in sight. Our freezer is full of pumped milk to keep them in breast milk for some time yet, as I had kept up pumping once a day since I weaned from it after every nursing session when they were eight weeks old to build a stash. I also still nurse them overnight and first thing in the morning. The morning session will soon need to be replaced with a bottle as they are becoming too distracted for that too, but the overnight one is still going well and I intend to continue with it until they no longer need it. As of right now they nurse twice each day, get two bottles of pumped milk and one bottle of formula before bed. (Which has made them sleep sooooooooooo much better) We are in a good place and they have had zero issues switching over to bottles or even the formula bottle we give them before bed.

So that’s my breastfeeding journey, lots of bumps along the way and there’s still more to go before we’re truly done, but one I’m thankful to have had a chance to have despite the issues.

On Second Thought…

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So I know back in September I said I was done blogging with my last post, but I’ve been thinking maybe I’m not. Now that I feel like I have things *mostly* under control being a twin mom I’m gonna try to give it another go. So, here goes…

When I last left off the twins were 12 weeks old and overwhelmed was the name of the game. Those first few months were so, so, so hard trying to figure out how to manage the twins, manage breastfeeding them, manage my new role as a mother and a stay at home mom, manage the house, manage to take a shower and eat. Heh. We were sleep deprived, the twins were fussy, and it was just hard. But once they got past three months things finally started falling in to place and each month it got easier as they became more interactive and fun. They are seven, yes seven months new now and there are days and sometimes even full weeks where I feel like I have it all figured out and almost as often I’m counting down the minutes til it’s 6 PM and my husband gets home to help. I assume this will be the case for at least 17 more years.

Now on to the stars of the show, L & J:

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L is our little diva, she is very vocal about her feelings and does things on her own timeline. At seven months new she can sit unassisted if put that way (with perfect posture I might add), roll back to tummy, push herself backwards on her tummy, move things from one hand to the other, mimic words, and makes the most adorable zombie noises you’ve ever heard. I can put her down to sleep awake and she will immediately roll to her side and go to sleep but she regularly wakes around 11 PM and 5 AM fussing for no reason other than to see if we’ll pull her in bed for cuddles. (The little minx) When not nursing she usually takes 5 oz of pumped breast milk and/or formula and eats solids (purées) like a champ. We’ve been dealing with a bit of separation anxiety, so she’s been a bit of a barnacle baby lately, but we’re working on it. She makes us work hard for her giggles, but they’re some of the best you’ve ever heard when she doles them out and her gummy (toothless) smile lights up the room.

J is our mover and shaker, boy is always on the go-go-go. He can put himself into the sitting position and sit unassisted, roll all directions, crawl (as fast as lightning), pull himself up on everything and in to a standing position, and has even started trying to LET GO of whatever he’s using as leverage to stand and take steps away. His head and face are covered in scrapes and bumps from all his face plants as a result. Needless to say we can’t look away for a second. He was sleeping like a champ up until two days so when he figured out how to stand up in his crib, now he works himself in to hysterics instead of sleeping. Joy. As for eating, the kid can put away 6 oz and happily eats as much food as you’ll give him. He is generally a very happy-go-lucky little boy that always has a (equally gummy and toothless) smile on his face.

I think this is a good start for now, I promise I’ll be back soon to discuss some hot topics like breastfeeding twins, accomplishing the elusive nap and general sleep routine, and the like. Thanks for reading and especially for actually posting on your own blogs, because I can’t tell you how many nights I’ve spent reading them all while nursing.

So Cliche

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Well, I became that blogger, the one that falls off the face of the earth after having babies, but seriously, two babies are super time consuming! We’re finally settling in to a nice loose routine and actually getting solid sleep, sooo thankful for that as it took quite awhile to get there. I only just realized last night that they started sleeping better when we put them in their own room might have something to do with not being able to smell me and invariably want boob even though they don’t *really* need it. If I ever go down this road again, I certainly have a long list of lessons I’ve learned along the way!

Any way, I thought I would check in before closing up shop here; yup, even more cliche than the MIA new mom blogger is the one that shuts down her blog, but given that it’s taken me 9 weeks to post again and these tiny humans only want more of my time, it’s best if I close up shop here and enjoy every precious moment I can with them. This will be the second time I’ve shut down a blog, my first I kept up for five years and coincidentally how I met my husband, but I shut it down when the suck of infertility became too much and it wasn’t the kind of blog I felt comfortable sharing that part of my life with. I started this blog to work through my feelings after my miscarriage and I am so thankful for the therapy it provided me to and helped me meet others who understood what I was feeling. But now I find myself “on the other side” and I simply don’t have the time or energy to keep up this space. I plan to continue reading all your blogs and intend to keep commenting when I have a free hand. I also want to thank those of you that took the time to read my posts along the way, I wish I could hug you all for helping me through the most difficult time in my life.

Before I wrap this up I thought I’d leave you with some pics of my dynamic duo who are now 12 weeks new and becoming more fun every day:

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L is my sassy little diva who is VERY vocal about her feelings and finally, as of this week, is over 10 lbs. Her crazy ass hair continues to grow straight up in the back and brings a smile to my face every day, along with her gummy grin. Yesterday she giggled at me for the first time and it made all her fussiness worth it.

J is my sweet little mama’s boy who has a smile waiting for me every time I look his way, he’s 12 lbs of blue eyed joy!

That hair.
That face.

Snooze time after Daddy leaves for work.  

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