seventh week stretch

3 Feb

we are up to seven weeks over here. everything and everyone is in flux all the time despite the groundhog day like quality of many of our days. the wigglers are growing and changing everyday. they are both super alert and interested in looking at everything around them. yesterday cindy lou made my day with a sweet little smile. her brother is still holding out on us but it is definitely forthcoming. magoo is a kicker. he pushes against everything with this feet resulting in the need for quick hands to grab him if you aren’t paying attention. they are both becoming more audible and coming into their own personalities. magoo is laid back and sweet. but when that boy wants something he wants it yesterday and has no qualms about letting you know. his face is amazingly expressive and he often appears deep in thought. cindy lou on the other hand is more demanding. a bit more high maintenance. she loves to be held. all. the. time. or at least in extremely close proximity so you can reach out and touch her at any given moment. she has the saddest cry (think wounded baby kitten) and makes her lower lip quiver. enough to ensure that you feel bad if you do not immediately pick her up. i love watching how they come more into themselves each day.

it is incredible to watch hook interact with them. he has these funny conversations with them all the time. in the car yesterday he said to magoo (who was screaming at that moment) “let me tell you there will be expectations when you are in kindergarten. and if you don’t meet them there will be consequences.” or when he looked pleadingly at cindy lou (also screaming) and said “just tell me what you need baby girl. your big brother will do anything for you”. he constantly says “i always wanted a baby sister”. all too cute.

and here are a few highlights of our going ons to date:

car seat ocd. everyday i put the wigglers in the car. one on one side. one on the other. obviously this involves carrying out two carriers opening one door putting one seat on the ground while heaving the other into its base and adjusting until the necessary “click” is heard. then going to the other side opening the door heaving second seat up onto the base and listening for the reassuring “click” and then i get in the car. click my own seat belt and we are off. every day without fail i panic and look in the backseat just to make sure i put both car seats in. sometimes a few times. i mean of course i did but i am so afraid of forgetting one of them that i check. all. the. time. perhaps light switch flicking and repetitive hand washing is in my future.

reflux redux. magoo spits up. a lot. gross – yes but fine. until he started arching his back and having some episodes of turning bright red and gasping while sleeping. scary. and obviously painful to my boy. reflux it is. an rx for prev.acid. a seemingly happier child. and the hope that i may yet leave the house without a drop of spit up on my clothes. a girl can dream can’t she?!

no more dessert. over the weekend my rx for dom.peridone arrived. and brought with it a renewed sense of determination to get the wigglers off of their formula supplement. i am relatively sure giving them formula has made them lazy eaters. they eat for a bit and then wait for their “dessert” of formula. i am not opposed to supplementing if necessary or to formula feeding fully if the situation demands it. but for me and the wigglers this was not what i planned. and i figure if i can breastfeed them i would like to. so i have been attempting to feed on demand. previously i would bf, then pump (when i could), and give them a supplement if they were still acting hungry. now i am just putting them back on to feed. this nascent experiment is going well. yesterday they only needed two supplements – one in the evening and one before bed. so either they are eating more efficiently or the increased supply is just allowing them to actually get more. either way it looks promising… i just need to find a way to pump more during the day.

torture. this morning after being up since 5am the wigglers were finally sleeping. soundly. on me. but i wanted to shower. heck if you saw me you would say i needed to shower. and we had a lunch date so i delicately lifted up both babies and oh so carefully carried the two of them upstairs. and then i laid them down. on a bed of nails. or at least that is what you would have thought. there was screaming. screeching. and general unhappiness. and then a touch of calm so i ran for it and took my shower. i was greeted loudly upon my exit. and then since i was feeling especially mean i further tortured them each with a bath 🙂

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One Response to “seventh week stretch”

  1. Bionic Baby Mama 6 WedUTC2011-02-09T16:18:47+00:00UTC02bUTCWed, 09 Feb 2011 16:18:47 +0000 2009 at 4:18 PM #

    tell magoo he is right on — prevacid is the bomb-diggity.

    as for the ocd, i’m already like that with my laptop and the train (i have a whole method for slipping a finger into the bag to check again and again and again without having to stop walking) — i cannot imagine how crazy i’ll be with a baby. hat’s off for not forgetting one yet. i think my grandmother (who had 8), didn’t forget anyone until number 5.

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