Matt is getting sleeeepy — NOT!

Look at this face.

 It’s the face of an angel, right?

Wrong! That, my friends, is the face of a baby who WON’T NAP!!!

OK, I may be slightly exaggerating. Matthew does nap … sometimes. For instance, he has a strong tendency to fall asleep in the car about three minutes before we arrive at our destination. When I take the boys for a walk, he will doze off as soon as I turn the corner onto our block to return home (whereas Nate will snooze for the entire hour).

At home, Matt will nap for more than an hour—if and when we can finally get him to go down. And, trust me—that is no easy feat. For the past week or so, Matt has been fighting naps as if they are the plague. We’ve had a longtime morning routine in which the boys wake up and play on their tummies for half an hour, drink bottles, hang out in their bouncy seats in the kitchen while we eat breakfast, get dressed, play for another half an hour, eat oatmeal, and then NAP! Nate still sticks nicely to this routine. But Matt seems to have forgotten the last part of it. And it’s not pleasant.

When Matt skips his nap, he becomes overtired. When he’s overtired, he screams—LOUDLY. Then he’ll begin rolling from side to side on the floor, rubbing his eyes and gnawing on his sleeve. So we’ll take him into his room and rock him. He’ll respond by screaming even louder. He’ll flail, he’ll kick, he’ll try to jump out of our arms. We’ll put him in his crib, where he’ll begin to roll around and babble loudly. We’ll leave the room, but after  listening to him whine for what seems like eons, we’ll surrender and go back in to get him. And this is what we’ll find:

"I SEE you, Mom and Dad!"

We’ll take Matt out to the living room and he’ll resume playing, but every 30 seconds or so his head will plunk down out of fatigue. He’ll struggle to pick it back up again, swipe halfheartedly at a toy, then fall again. And the whole process begins again and again, until he finally surrenders to slumber.

It’s exhausting. It’s also difficult logistically because the twins share a room. So, if Nate is napping, we have to decide whether it’s worth the risk to try to put Matt down—if he screams, he could wake Nate up. But we really like when the boys nap at the same time so we can get other things done. We’ve tried putting Matt down for naps in a Pack and Play in our bedroom when Nate is asleep in the nursery, but that doesn’t work, either—the novelty of his surroundings is just too stimulating for him, and he’ll look around and laugh rather than go to sleep.

We are hoping this is just a phase, as other parents have told us their kids went through this at some point. And generally, the boys are still good sleepers at night—just not as good as they used to be. They used to sleep all night from about 7:30 PM until 6:15 AM. Now, they each wake up at least once at night, and they seem to have decided that 5 AM is a good wake-up time. They are both teething, though—Nate just cut his very first tooth, and Matt is working on his third—so maybe this tough period will pass once they are in less pain. Until then, I guess Keith and I will just have to walk around with a few extra bags under our eyes!

The Nursery!

For months, I was sort of bitter about having to move my nice, cozy office down to the basement to make room for the twins’ nursery. I was quite happy working in that bright room, with the sun streaming in every afternoon and Cheyenne Mountain outside the window.

Then we made the switch. And now I can’t imagine that room being anything other than Matt and Nate’s nursery. I am absolutely in love with it! I find myself going in there several times a day for no reason other than to simply look at it.

We had a lot of help bringing the boys’ room to life. Two weekends ago, Keith’s brother Ken was in town. He, Keith, and their friends Willie and Ben spent Saturday afternoon moving and arranging all of the office furniture downstairs, putting together the cribs, and setting up the baby furniture. They were a well-oiled machine, and we truly thank them for all of their help!

The following weekend, our friend Amanda came over to help us decorate the nursery. She has a great eye for decor, so she helped us make the room look amazing! Bless her heart—she even put the sheets on the cribs and tied all of the bumpers on, then helped Keith hang pictures and the boys’ names on the walls. All this, while I sat my big butt in the glider and threw out orders.

Here are some photos of the finished product!

Keith has a new favorite chair!

Thank you, Amanda, for all of your help!

Now we’ll just add a few things here and there as we find them, like a big animal-themed picture on the wall between their cribs. But we already think the boys will love their new room. Thank you to everyone who bought us furniture, bedding, and decor for the nursery!

And, finally, to give you all an idea of how big my belly has gotten, here is a photo of me from two weeks ago at 30 weeks pregnant:

And here I am a few days ago, at 32 weeks!

I feel like I’m about to tip over!

The Home Stretch

Ever since our scare a few weeks ago, both of my doctors have been monitoring the twins closely. I now go for a weekly fetal non stress test (NST), which measures the babies’ movements and heart rates for about 20 minutes using three monitors strapped to my belly. The pressure on my abdomen seems to bug Matt and Nate, because they start moving like crazy as soon the monitors are strapped on, thus knocking them all over the place and making the test unnecessarily difficult. But it sure is fun to watch!

I also go for a weekly biophysical profile (BPP), which involves a lengthy ultrasound that measures the babies’ breathing, movement, muscle tone, and heart rate, as well as my amniotic fluid. My latest BPP was on Monday, May 23. I was 32 weeks and 1 day into the pregnancy.

Matt, our little guy, now weighs 3 pounds, 8 ounces! It seems he is more eager to enter the world than his brother. His head is so far down in my pelvis that the ultrasound technician could not get an accurate measurement. She had to call in the perinatologist, who proceeded to manhandle my belly and slowly guide the baby up higher so she could do her thing. (Pregnant women, don’t try this at home—you can rupture your amniotic sac if you don’t do it properly!) We also could not get a good picture of Matt’s face, since he is facing backward.

Nate, our big boy, is tipping the scales at 4 pounds, 3 ounces! He has settled in behind and above his brother, and not quite head down—which means he will definitely be born second. It also means I will almost certainly get a C-section, since Matt won’t be able to make enough room for him to make his entrance. But, we were able to get a 3D scan of his face. The only problem was, he decided to play Peek-A-Boo and hide behind his little hand. I guess he doesn’t want to reveal himself until he makes his grand entrance.

Peek-A-Boo!

The doctor said that both boys have been growing well and their biophysicals look good. He is not as concerned about Matt’s smaller stomach because it has grown substantially over the past few weeks.

However, Matt’s breathing rate is slightly fast. While the doctor is not too concerned yet, he does want to check it again in two weeks. The appointment will be on June 8. If the breathing rate is still high enough to cause alarm, I will be hospitalized and given steroid injections to stimulate growth of the boys’ lungs … and then the twins will be delivered! If the breathing is slower, they will likely wait another two weeks before delivering the babies.

So, in two weeks’ time, Keith and I may be a mommy and daddy! While that would mean he’ll deploy a bit sooner than we’d hoped, it is overshadowed by the sheer joy and excitement we feel about welcoming our little boys into the world. We are beyond excited to meet them and to become a family … so excited, in fact, that in the two days since the BPP we got the car seats inspected (and learned that Keith installed them like a champ), threw the last few necessities into our hospital bags, and put the final touches on the nursery. Stay tuned for photos!

Baby Drama

The past few weeks have been a whirlwind, which began with our first melodramatic pregnancy moments.

In mid April, my OB decided she wanted me to start having bi-weekly fetal fibronectin tests. The test is given to women who are at high risk for preterm labor. (Being pregnant with multiples automatically places me in that category.) It looks for a protein secreted by the cervix as it prepares for labor. If the test comes back negative, you are likely not going into labor in the next two weeks. If it comes back positive, that’s when things get tricky.

My first fetal fibronectin test came back negative. I had my second test on April 27.

Friday, April 29 began as a great day for me. My mom was flying in that night for a long weekend, and Keith and I were planning to go to a Rockies game while we waited for her to arrive. First, Keith had to go in to work for an important pre-deployment meeting with his brigade commander and a few others.

At 9:05 that morning—only five minutes into Keith’s meeting—my OB’s medical assistant called. “I have some news!” she announced. “Your fetal fibronectin test came back positive!” As my heart began to race, she informed me that I needed to get to my perinatologist’s office “as soon as possible” so he could start me on steroid injections. The steroids would help the twins’ lungs to develop in case they had to come early.

I flew into a complete panic. First, I called my mom, hysterical crying. “I can’t give birth this weekend!” I shrieked. “I’m only 28 1/2 weeks along!” Then, I began to think about all of the things I hadn’t yet done. I had not yet packed a single item into the hospital bag, or even purchased the cribs!

I called Keith right away, and he raced out of his meeting. We high-tailed it to the perinatologist’s office in a frenzy. We did not calm down until he walked into the room and we saw his face. “Relax,” he said. “This is likely nothing to worry about.”

He and an ultrasound technician ran a few tests to look for other markers of preterm labor. There were none present. “You’re fine,” he said. “Go home and relax.”

It turns out that a positive fetal fibronectin test result does not mean much. As the perinatologist explained, it could mean the expectant mom has a 30% chance of going into labor in the next two weeks, or a whopping 85% chance. Only the negative result is absolute. (It sure would have been nice for the medical assistant to share that tidbit with us.) Keith and I went home, collected ourselves, and went to the baseball game—business as usual.

The following Monday—May 2—I went back to the perinatologist’s office for my regular growth ultrasound. For the first time, Keith couldn’t get out of work to come with me. Luckily, my mom was still in town! The boys did not perform much for Grandma, but the doctor said they were looking great. Matthew weighed 2 lb. 8 oz., while Nathaniel was a whopping  2 lbs. 14 oz. (The little tubber!) Nate was also now in a breech position.

The doctor was, however, concerned about one thing: Matthew’s stomach was measuring small for his gestational age. To monitor it, he wanted me to return for another growth ultrasound in two weeks. If it still hadn’t caught up, he’d likely start me on the steroids in case the boys needed to come out early so that Matthew could get more nutrition.

Of course, this sent me into another bout of worry and obsession. Despite Mom’s and Keith’s reassurances, I couldn’t resist going home and doing Internet research to read about all of the horrible things a small stomach could indicate. (Lesson to all: Do NOT use the Internet to research symptoms, unless you want to believe you are dying when you really only have a stomach flu).

But my appointment with my regular OB the following week once again eased my fears. She said that many twins have small stomachs, and that they usually beef right up after birth and are fine. She also said that Matt’s body is doing what it’s supposed to be doing, which is directing the nutrients he is getting to all of his vital organs—his heart, lungs, etc.

So, Keith and I have been feeling quite a bit better about things over the past week and a half. But the scares did spur us to action. My hospital bag is now packed, and the nursery is almost finished. I can’t wait to post photos of it! I am now 31 weeks along, and we are ready for anything. Stay tuned for more updates!

“Haaaa….heeeee”

Keith and I had gotten mostly negative reviews of childbirth classes from friends who had taken them. Adjectives ranged from “comical” to “scary” to “pointless.” Besides, since we are expecting twins, we knew our childbirth experience would likely be quite different from what we’d learn in class.

But all of our pals’ warnings only served to increase our curiosity. So, we signed up for a class given at our hospital. It would include four two-and-a-half-hour weekday evening sessions.

We showed up on the first evening like good students, toting the pillows we’d been instructed to bring. We were one of eight couples in the class. Only two of the couples were expecting girls, and Keith and I were the only ones expecting twins.

We started by discussing the stages of labor. We split into four groups, and each group had to go to the whiteboard to write down symptoms moms-to-be experience in each labor stage. Since all of the symptoms were listed in the books we’d been given, this did not prove to be much of a challenge. One member from each group then had to present the list to the class. Our group must have sensed Keith’s leadership skills, because they designated him as the presenter. Watching my husband stand in front of a room of people and say things like, “She’ll experience increased vaginal discharge,” and “She may lose her mucous plug” was worth the $70 class fee in itself.

We then got to watch a video straight out of the 1970s, featuring women with poor grooming habits pushing out their babies completely unmedicated. As strange earthy music played, the women groaned, screamed, and let out basically every other animal sound known to man. “She is powerful,” said the narrator in a soft voice as one woman writhed in pain. “She trusts her body to do what it’s meant for.”

The instructor told the men in the class to pay special attention to what the dads in the video were doing to support the moms. Their techniques included tentatively patting the moms’ backs, touching their foreheads and noses and mustaches to the women’s faces, and saying things like, “Be strong, honey!” Let it be known that if Keith does any of those things, he’ll likely wind up with a left hook to the face. (That being said, Keith knows better than to do any of those things, anyway).

The video culminated in up-close views of the babies coming out. Our favorite mom was the one who screamed, “DOES IT LOOK LIKE A BABY?!?!?!”

The main lesson I learned from the video? GET AN EPIDURAL, stat. While I truly applaud any woman who manages to give birth unmedicated, no thank you. Not for me. I also learned to not let anyone videotape me in labor and to do my best to visit the waxer before the big day.

Keith’s big takeaway? To not look when the doctors are delivering my placentas. (Yes, I have two of them … lucky me).

We showed up for class number two still scarred from the first class. We were delighted to learn that the first half of class would be devoted to a tour of the birthing center. That was actually really fun! We got to see the birthing rooms, the nursery, and the recovery rooms.

But from there, it went downhill. We were all instructed to lie on the floor with our heads on our pillows—the ladies on our sides and the men on their backs—as the teacher talked us through some relaxation exercises. That was when Nate, who was on the side touching the floor, decided to begin kicking me furiously. I had to lift my hip up as pain soared through my back. I’m pretty sure Keith fell asleep.

Then, the guys had to get behind the ladies and reach over to feel our chests as the instructor told us how we are supposed to breathe during contractions. Now, maybe this is helpful for some moms-to-be, but I know that when the day comes and I am in labor, the last thing I am going to think is, “Wait, how did the teacher say I am supposed to breathe?” As Keith and I did our best to stifle our laughter, the rest of the expecting couples seemed to be really into the exercise. One of the dads even joined in the breathing: “Haaaaa…..heeeee. Haaaaa….heeeee.” That really put Keith and me over the edge.

Needless to say, after that session, we decided our days of childbirth class were over. We skipped the third class, and will sit out the fourth one as well. Do we regret going to the first two? No way. They will provide us with many good laughs for years to come. And, despite all of the silliness, we did actually learn a few things about the signs of labor and what to expect during childbirth. We just think the rest is stuff we can easily read in a book.

Just for kicks, here’s a photo of me at 27 weeks pregnant:

Who else has taken a childbirth class? I’d love to hear your experiences in the comments section!

Babymoon!

As much as I swore I would not become one of “those” pregnant women, I have to fess up—I am in full-on nesting mode. I’ve already washed and put away about 10 loads of baby clothes, blankets, bibs, etc. I’ve gone to Babies ‘R Us on numerous whims because I just had to buy those nursery valances or pacifiers right that minute. I’ve spent days researching pediatricians.

So naturally, during Keith’s leave last week, he could not wait to get me out of the house and into a new environment for some much-needed relaxation time. I believe these little pre-baby trips are commonly referred to as “babymoons.” Seeing as I am banned from flying for the rest of the pregnancy, we decided to drive to the ski resort towns of Breckenridge and Vail. Nevermind the fact that the forecast called for cold and snow in the mountains and 70s and sunny here in Colorado Springs.

We spent the first night in Breckenridge at a wonderful bed and breakfast called the Allaire Timbers Inn. Since April is the low season, we had the entire place to ourselves! The owner, Sue, upgraded our room for free. We walked around town and had a yummy dinner. The next morning, we ate a delicious breakfast while enjoying a gorgeous mountain view.

Me in the Allaire Timbers Inn

Then, we moved on to Vail for the next two nights.We arrived at the Vail Marriott Mountain Resort around noon, where we got another free room upgrade after the guy at check-in got an eyeful of my belly. The view from our balcony was postcard-perfect.

Keith on our balcony

Unfortunately, it was snowing quite hard outside. So Keith, bless his heart, signed me up for a prenatal massage at the resort’s spa that afternoon. I wasn’t quite sure what to expect, given my rather large frame and the fact that I cannot lay on my belly.

That’s when I found out about the pregnancy massage pillow available at some spas. It’s a large, thick pillow with a cut-out for pregnant bellies that lies on top of the table.

A pregnancy massage pillow

All I can say is, it was divine. I thoroughly enjoyed lying on my stomach for the first time in months. And—though I am unsure whether it was due to the intense back pain I’ve been prone to getting since month six, or to the advanced skills of the masseuse—it was by far the best massage I’ve ever had. Afterward, I felt invigorated, content, and pain-free.

The rest of the trip was unlike any other we’ve had. My Type-A self typically wants to do, do, do when I am in a new place. But even though the next day was gorgeous, what could I really do? Skiing, snow tubing, and ice skating are not exactly the best activities when you’re expecting. With all the snow on the ground, the hiking trails were closed. You can’t soak in a hot tub when you’re pregnant.

So, we just chilled—something I hadn’t allowed myself to do for a long time. We walked around the village, window shopped, ate at delicious restaurants, checked out the Ski Museum. We ordered room service and watched American Idol. We sat on our balcony and watched the skiers coming down the mountain. And, we talked—not about babies or to-do lists or deployments. We talked about movies and books, we reminisced, we discussed places we wanted to visit in the future.

And, I have to say—our babymoon was one of our best trips ever! There’s a lot to be said for spending money just to relax—especially when your lives are about to get a whole lot busier. I’d always thought babymoons were overrated, but not anymore. Now I think they are a splurge that’s totally worth it—as are prenatal massages! I’d highly recommend both!

Did anyone else take a babymoon and/or have a prenatal massage? If so, tell me about it!

The Double Duty Baby Shower

Usually, throwing a baby shower is a somewhat straightforward task. You pick a date a month or so before the baby’s due. You choose a local spot and invite relatives and friends. Everyone oohs and aahs as the mom-to-be opens her gifts. Then the expectant mother hauls home her presents, sets up the nursery, and waits happily for her little bundle to arrive.

Not so when Mom-to-Be lives 1,600 miles away, is expecting twins, and will be splitting her time between two locations while Dad-to-Be goes off to war. Here’s what planning my baby shower entailed:

1. Because carrying twins comes with a higher risk of preterm labor, I was cut off from flying at 24 weeks pregnant. That meant my mom had to plan my shower super quickly for a weekend 3 1/2 months before my actual due date. It also meant she couldn’t surprise me—though finding out I was having twins was enough of a surprise to last a lifetime.

2. Two babies need lots of stuff. When those babies will be living in two places, the amount of stuff needed doubles. Consider this: Two nurseries means four cribs, two changing tables, etc. What I struggled with was what exactly I would need in each place. This made setting up a baby registry unusually challenging.

3. Then there was the minor issue of exactly how to get the things I’d need here in Colorado, back to Colorado.

Ultimately, none of that mattered thanks to my wonderful and resourceful mother, my extremely thoughtful friends and family, and a husband with packing skills that can’t be matched.

The baby shower took place on Saturday, March 26 at the Greenhouse Cafe, a delicious Italian restaurant in Brooklyn. About 40 of my closest friends and family members came from far and near to help me celebrate. My sisters-in-law even flew from Michigan and Ohio to be there! The afternoon was full of love and laughter, and really, that was all I needed.

My mom did an amazing job with the planning. She created a safari theme to match the theme of the twins’ future nurseries, pulled together by adorable diaper cakes made by Jennifer Esposito of Little Madam Tutu. Here’s one of them:

Jennifer even included a yellow ribbon at the bottom in honor of Keith!

Here I am with Mom, the hostess :

And with Keith before the shower:

And here are the boys’ gifts, most of which Keith managed to stuff into four suitcases that we took home with us. The twins are so spoiled already!

All in all, I could not have asked for a better baby shower or for more amazing friends and family. Thank you so much to my mom for doing such a great job, and thank you to all of the wonderful ladies who came to help me celebrate. Keith and I so appreciate everyone’s generosity and thoughtfulness!

Stay tuned for a slideshow of photos from the shower, as well as one of some of the wildly creative gifts the boys received!

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