Sunday, May 3, 2015

10 months out

We've survived 10 months now. It's hard to believe that they'll be a year in just two months.

G got the first tooth amongst them, we are standing strong as one between them. They are both crawling and cruising all over the place. J is a mountain climber and scales anything and everything. They are still nursing a lot, and eating a lot more solids. They continue to be two completely different children, J dancing and G drumming. J follows V, and G follows J. The girls wrestle a lot now, and it's scary yet adorable.

Things for me have been... rough. I have bad mommy thumb (De Quervain Syndrome). It's gotten increasingly painful, despite using a splint and Ibuprofen around the clock. I am scheduled to get steroid injections in my wrist, but the soonest I could get in was weeks from now. For now... dealing with it as best I can.

I also had to go back on anti-depressants. Things haven't gotten better and while normally I can weather my "funks" alright... I've been struggling a lot. It will take time for the medicine to kick in, but hopefully after it does I'll see some improvement.

Thursday, April 16, 2015

April Fools late

About two weeks ago I noticed some signs that made me pause, and wonder, if I might have been ovulating. A few days ago I had some pains, originating from my right ovary, that made me wonder if I had... or if I just had another cyst, a la PCOS. The morning we were leaving for vacation, I woke up seeing red.

What. the. hell?

In the past 12+ years my body has done a lot of nothing. I can count, on one hand, the times I have knowingly ovulated on my own. But hey, now that I'm not trying, still nursing twins, a complete hormonal mess, back to my old (heavier) weight, and the very idea of another baby scares the beejesus out of me... yeah, sure, LET'S OVULATE. And time the cycle to start exactly the day you're leaving for vacation.

Thanks Body, you're so funny

I am left completely confused.

Sunday, March 29, 2015

9 months

The girls will be 9 months tomorrow, and we're still surviving. We have good days, we have bad days. All the kids, except G, hate sleeping now. V frequently wakes a few hours early and tries to get in bed with us. J has been waking up at 3-5a to nurse again, after refusing to go to sleep for the past couple weeks. V has been playing with them more. They're all mobile, and frequently get into shenanigans together. J is pulling up to stand on things. I'm still nursing, and the girls are eating more solids.

A's job is still rocky, and his job search has not been going well. Everything kept going back to him not finishing his degree. So... he has enrolled back in college. God help us. He's going to be working full time, going to school, and I am going to be even more on my own. If I had the money for a helper, I would hire one, but we don't. I really want V to be ready for pre-school this year, but it doesn't look like he'll be ready. So, we'll have to see how things go. A hasn't scheduled classes yet or anything, so we'll know more after he gets through that process... right now he's just been accepted. I won't lie, I'm scared of what this will mean for our home life. As scared as I am, I know we have no option- he needs a different job, and the only way he is going to do that is to finish his degree.

Ending on a more positive note... these exhausting yet adorable kids:



Tuesday, March 3, 2015

8 months out

The little misses are eight months. Life is still very full, with moments of intense crazy.

J is a mover. She wants to be mobile; she even started crawling full on the other day! She still prefers squealing, screaming, and whining, to attempts at vocalization. Lots of squealing.

G is a talker. She makes all sorts of noises, babbles, and mimics us. Her latest thing is to blow kisses, she is also trying to clap. She does a sort of lunge, plummet, crawl thing, the same Vincent did before he crawled.

They both are eating some solids (purees and puffs) now, but mostly nursing. Neither have teeth yet. Vincent got his first at 8 months, and according to my baby book I didn't get one until 9 months. The girls can take after me, I am FINE with that. J likes to bite.

Speaking of teething, V is cutting one of his last "two year" molars. Poor kid.

He is.... sigh. We have things to work on. He is awesome, but we have a lot of issues with disobedience and jealousy still. We are addressing it, but it's going to take time. He knows he's been able to get away with certain things because of the babies and my limitations, but we're working harder at consistency now.

I am still struggling a lot, in general. Even eight months out I am still in survival mode, and I'm starting to wonder if it will ever get "easier." Or manageable. I wish I had more help and support.

Friday, February 20, 2015

Medical Shenagians

My ridiculous skin rashes are still a mystery. My doctor said that my skin looks really irritated (it's actually not bad right now), she thinks it's contact dermatitis (ezcema), but that she really can't say why I have it. She did say it usually gets better and goes away. Except mine had progressively gotten worse since 2009, with just past Christmas this year being the worst when it went all the way up my arms. She reviewed my allergy panel, asked about detergents and cleaning things, said it may just be hormonal, and ran a little blood work. I had to get my TSH rechecked so I can get a refill on my thyroid medicine, but she also ran a B12 and- here's a laugh- FSH, LH, and estradiol. Oh, my old friends, we need to stop running into each other. She said she doesn't think it's autoimmune, but I keep wondering given my losses and other issues.

She urged me to hydrate more, and to keep doing everything I'm doing. I use Hydrocortisone cream when it's bad, lather up with coconut oil, take Benadryl as needed... sometimes that helps. If I'm lucky. I use lotion every day. Petroleum jelly, Aquafor, or A&D ointment before bed as needed. I changed my dish and hand soaps, I use hypoallergic stuff mostly, I stopped using commercial cleaners, use gloves for dish washing, I haven't changed my detergent but I have a known allergy to Tide and never had a reaction to this one that I've known... still, I may change that soon to see if it helps.

It gets worse when cleaning, even just dusting, but my allergy panel came back negative for dust or pets. I joke and say, "I'm allergic to cleaning!" but seriously... I have no idea what this is. Maybe it's this old house.

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My other recent issue was my brilliant idea to get an IUD. It seemed like a good choice, it had progesterone so I wouldn't have to worry about inducing a bleed every few months (because of the endometrial cancer risk, due to PCOS and anovulation), plus I wouldn't have to worry about an unplanned pregnancy which given my health (with recurrent loss issues), finances, and general sanity would be bad. It would have lasted 5 years and by then we could take permanent measures, or went for #4 (A has mentioned it, not joking. Crazy pants).

Well, that's when the trouble began. I got it put in and bled until the day I got it out... almost 4 months. It wasn't just that, I could still feel it. I was constantly aware of it's presence. They checked on ultrasound and it was fine, it was positioned correctly, but it was slowly driving me bat shit crazy. It hurt, I was cramping off/on, and bleeding. My OB urged me to give it 6 months for my body to adjust, but I was losing my mind. I was getting agitated, snapping more, yelling more, I wanted to scream. I wanted to rip the thing out. I had no patience with the children. My depression got INFINITELY worse. It was bad. I finally made the call to have it removed.

One of the strings had gotten up in my uterus and wrapped around the IUD, but it came out easily. I felt so much better right away. I wasn't nearly as agitated, the change in my mood was amazing. While still depressed, it has lightened and I feel more productive. I'm feeling a lot better, not quite as overwhelmed (although still very busy with the children and exhausted). I don't know what it was about the IUD that affected me like that: physically something about it, or me, or just a giant head game, but I'm glad that's over. I will never do that again.

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So that's what's been on my medical plate. My hair has changed, my body is changing, and I need to adjust to this new normal. I'm still nursing the twins. And mostly just trying to deal with these damned rashes.

Thursday, February 12, 2015

7 Months

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Sometimes I forget how much I love photography. Eventually I would like to devote more time to studying my camera and practicing.

The girls turned 7 months on my birthday. I turned 30. I'm still cool with that.

A's grandma passed away a couple days later, unexpectedly. We had just saw her a few weeks ago. She had missed V's birthday party and told us she had a card and had misplaced it. They found it the day after she passed... which was bittersweet, but I am glad we have that card to set back for V.

I'm still working on some of my issues; I see my doctor next week. I'll post more about that later.

Sunday, January 25, 2015

Update-

They had the meeting and A's job is safe "for now." They decided to keep his department, but for how long... we are really sick of the job uncertainty of late, I can tell you that. A will continue looking for another job, but for now things should be okay. I am still going to tread water like they're not. I just don't trust the company he works for.

I still need to get into the doctor and get myself taken care of at some point here.

The kids are a hand full. ADORABLE ENERGETIC HANDS FULL. I love them. I'm tired. The girls are both scooting backwards, going in circles, and starting to prop up onto hands/knees. They steal thing from each other a lot more. J is devouring solids, G still thinks that anything other than the b.oob is blasphemy. V likes to tell me, "NO," and "Go away!" He is 3 going on 13. His vocabulary is exploding, we have some interesting conversations (mostly about dinosaurs and alligators).


My birthday is Friday. Still not really feeling it. We are planning on going out to lunch, then later dinner at a specific kids' play place restaurant. I went there as a kid, and for many years now I have joked about going there for my 30th birthday... I have been told that I have to go now. I'm sure V will love it, hopefully I will too.

Some day soon I will have a real post. I hope. I started a lot of posts and abandoned them in the past couple months. I would love to start blogging about other things, it's just hard right now.