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Too soon

by Juliemara
04.21.14

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Fleeting, that is the word my Instagram twin mom friend used to describe her experience with her third baby, her first two are boy/girl twins who spent their first months in the nicu. Although my girls came home with me I didn’t experience them like I am Noa. Mornings are ours, weather it’s home napping together or out running errands after dropping off Talia and Jordan at school, this time with my new born is a completely different experience. An alarmingly fleeting one.

Already in her short life I am packing away tiny outfits that she has grown out of. And just today I cancelled my amazon subscription to size one diapers because the ones I have will last until she can wear the next size up.

Meanwhile Talia and Jordan grew these really long arms and legs.

And while every day makes my tiny baby a little bigger, longer arms make for better hugs. And when My sweet Jordan pats my back when I hug her good night I realize babies are fun but little ladies will be too.

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Ear tubes

by Juliemara
04.18.14

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I’d heard about kids with tubes in there ears when I was little, it sounded a bit like science fiction to me. Today my 2 Year old baby got these tubes put in her ears.

Jordan and Talia went most of their first year without even a cold. They both got their first stuffy noses on a trip to Israel when they were nine months old. After that the colds were one after another.

But all along Jordan always got them first, worse, and they lasted longer. This past winter she had a reoccurring ear infection four times, her pediatrician recommended tubes. She was evaluated and confirmed as a good candidate.

The procedure was scheduled for 10:15, we had to arrive at 8:15, no solids after midnight and nothing to eat or drink for four hours before the surgery. We woke her just before midnight to give her a cup of milk and when she woke around three I gave her juice. We got really lucky that Jordan slept until 7:30, so when she woke up we got straight in the car to go. They moved us quickly through the registration and waiting room, then we were seen by a few people and told it wouldn’t be long, but it was only 9:15. I love how an hour in the medical world is referred to regularly as just a few minutes. Nearly an hour later, a visit to the fish, a whole lot of stickers, and even more answers to the question “why?”, hand washing, and bubbles, It was our turn. After the calming experience wed had in pre-op walking into the operating room was like hitting a tree at 50mph. It was bright and cold. There were no cute pictures or soft voices, I barley had time to think of how to comfort my suddenly distressed baby before I realized she was being held down and sedated. Tears in her eyes. Poor baby. I felt sad for her. I left and went to get our things and move to post op. The adrenaline that had been keeping me positive and cheery and entertaining all morning was now keeping me numb to what was happening so that I could keep it together. Two months of sleep depravation was not good preparation for this.

There were no needles or IVs, breathing the air from the mask kept her sedated for the procedure.

The ten minute wait in the post op room felt like an eternity. I was nervous to get water worried that I would not be ready when she came out. Then I heard her, before I saw her, she was being carried, screaming, wrapped in a blanket, the same one that gave me so much comfort just two months before when I’d been in surgery, I was scared then and I knew what was happening. As the nurse walked towards me with her I was told to sit in the chair, when she handed her to me she didn’t relax in my arms and hug me with her head on my shoulder like she so often does when she’s having a fit. This time she trashed a fought and screamed for what felt like so long. I tried putting her down, but she just tried to wiggle to the ground. I had to hold her with all my strength so that she wouldn’t hurt herself.

She was yelling “I don’t like it”. She wouldn’t eat or drink. Eventually she drank some juice, let me put her shirt back on and leave. She got the lollipop shed been promised and ate it in the car. We went to get her ear drops and she finally relaxed in my arms. Then we went to target to pick out a new hello kitty back pack, which I hate, but it made her so happy. Then we went home.

The rest of the afternoon wasn’t the best we’ve had but after a lot of attitude, No naps and a good dinner both girls finally went to sleep. Jordan has to have drops twice a day for a few days, which I got in one ear before she decided it wasn’t for her. More chocolate chips I guess.

I wonder how Talia will remember these times. When Jordan gets all kinds of extra treats for taking medicine and going to the doctor. I’m sure she’ll have a small part of her that will always wonder why Jordan got those treats and gifts, until she is old enough to read these stories and then she will understand that Jordan paid with fear and discomfort for those small treats.

I can only hope that these magic tubes in Jordan’s ears give her some sort of super powers that make her stronger going forward so that sometimes she doesn’t have to be sick, and can just play and sleep comfortably, like kids are suppose to.

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Goodness

by Juliemara
04.17.14

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It’s what you say when you can’t believe something is happening before your eyes. Every time I watch my children at the playground I have to remind myself to let them play, be kids, and take the chances that although may get them a boo boo will also teach them more than not falling ever could.
Funny to me the same word we use when something scares us means something wonderful.

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Little voices – Counting

by Juliemara
04.9.14

Talia and Jordan have such distinct little voices, in going to do my best to capture as many if their little sayings before they learn what reservations are, because right now, they have none.

Jordan has a very excited little voice, she says things like “I’m so (pause) HAPPY”

Talia used her voice to mimic how something may look, like when she says the word bug to describe something she says it in a papa bear kind of voice with her voice low and her chin tucked.

Here is a video Jordan counting,

http://youtu.be/RA8nRLTE0fU

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My bad

by Juliemara
04.8.14

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My twins are at an age where I better mean what I say because they will remember and expect that it hold true. Well I made a mommy mistake with this one.

Thinking ahead to summer I discovered that the girls cute little gold saltwater sandals still fit them (they were big on them last summer) so I went a head and brought them back out. After a full day if playing at home it was time to go out for pizza, I could only find one of four pairs of sneakers so I put both girls in socks and sandals, fashion fail, I know, it was the best I could do in a hurry. The problem though, was not the fashion faux pas, it was that I had told Jordan earlier in the week that they were summer shoes, and when she asked if they were for the beach I said yes. So when I put them on her she assumed she was headed for the beach. And was soooo sad when we told her she was not. She even ran to get my husband a pair of “slippers” (flip flops, that were actually mine) for him to wear. She cried and cried, I felt really bad. I’m working on planning a late spring/early summer beach trip.

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Noa, 1 Month

by Juliemara
04.4.14

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Noa Mechal Sack, my tiny baby girl. One month went by so fast. Which is why this post is happening weeks late.

The first week we spent just hanging out at the hospital, eating and sleeping. The second week we spent getting adjusted to life at home with a lot of help from Pachelle and Safta, and trying to get your sisters to understand the difference between you and their dolls. Week three Nana came back to help out and hold you. And on week four we realized you had reflux when you would cry any time you were put down while awake.

You had a busy first month, you rolled over from your tummy to your back, you met so many of your sisters friends, you went to the park and wore your first Purim costume (which mommy was too stressed about having you out to remember to take a picture).

For the most part you are an easy baby. The fact that there is just one of you really adds to that ease. You are an awesome sleeper. I know I will eat my words for saying that out loud but I must brag. You just go to sleep at night when it’s time, I lay you down wide awake and after a few grunts you are sleeping like a baby. When you wake up to eat I change your diaper first, feed you and with in 20 minutes you are back to sleep and so am I, until your sisters wake me up screaming.

You love your bath really warm, the vacuum noise, baby massage and your sisters bed time routine. I guess it’s familiar from when you were in my tummy all those months. I’m convinced the reflux is because you are the third. It always happens in the afternoon when your sisters are home from school and awake after their nap. I think you know that the minute you are done eating you are on your own while I get them a snack and an activity. So to avoid being left in the bouncy seat with the same black and white pictures you’ve been starring at for weeks you just keep sucking, which means you eat more than your little belly can take. So now I cut you off, sorry, but it seams to be working along with the medicine.

I love you little snuggle bug, I love kissing your squishy cheeks and how you hold my hand. We are all happy you are hear. You have many of fun months ahead so if it seems a little crazy right now, it is, but it will calm down and just get more fun.

 

Love,

Mom

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Colic

by Juliemara
04.1.14

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I learned what colic means, unexplainable crying episodes around the same time each day, I’m not a fan. It’s like she thinks it’s what she is suppose to do. It’s been going on for a couple of weeks in the late afternoon thru early evening. I wonder if she just thinks that since Talia and Jordan make so much noise during this time she should too?? What ever it is I’ll be glad when she grows out of it, because right now it makes for a difficult end to already exhausting days.

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Patience

by Juliemara
03.27.14

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Having a two year old is a lesson in patience. I don’t think it really matters how many two year olds you have, they will test you to your very limit. But slowly my husband and I are learning that despite their vastly improved vocabulary and concrete opinions the easiest way through any situation is tell them how it is and move quickly. Lately we have been experiencing temper tantrums on a more regular basis. It’s so frustrating that the easiest way to get through any situation is also the best way to guarantee these battles continue. Saying no and sticking to it teaches them they can’t have everything the moment they want it but it’s not easy to do. I try not to use empty threats that I won’t follow through on and my husband and I are constantly trying not to jump in and “help” the other when dealing with one if these tantrums. Since taking away a toy doesn’t mean anything to these two because they have a hundred other toys they like just as much I say do this now or you are going straight to bed without stories, that has been working pretty well. In the mornings I just turn off the lights and walk out the door, not once has anyone decided to stay behind, no matter how loud they cried that they didn’t want to go to school.

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Noa turns 1 month

by Juliemara
03.19.14

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Noa turned one month old on the 17th. Her doctor visit was all good. She went from 7lbs 2oz at her two week to 8lbs 11oz at her one month. She is in the 37th percentile for weight. She grew an inch outer her at 20 something percentile for height. And her head is big, 50th ish percentile. The doctor prescribed her some baby reflux medicine because she would cry and spit up if I lay her down within an hour after she eats.

Aside from the reflux issue life with Noa is good. She is starting to enjoy her toys, and will spend 10 minutest here and there on her play gym or bouncy seat. She is always really calm when she is in her sisters room. And seems to like watching Talia and Jordan play. She is screaming less when I change her diaper and in the car.

I think most of the changes good and bad (aside from the ones having to do with the reflux) are because I am figuring her out, or making silly mistakes. Like eating almost all the chocolate chip brownies my sweet neighbor brought over which probably had a lot to do with Noa not wanting to sleep until 11pm. I’m tired, maybe I should eat a brownie.


Noa is exclusively breast milk fed. I’m really happy I am able to do this because it means great nutrition for her an almost no bottle cleaning for me! I do pump every few days because I have over supply which can become painful. I also want to have backup saved so that if we need it, we have it. Noa gets a bottle of less than an ounce of breast milk at the start of two feedings a day with her reflux medicine mixed in. She spit it all out when I tried to give it to her directly.

I have no issue with formula feeding babies. I completely trust the nutrition it provides. The twins were fed supplements of formula from day one and they were and are very healthy strong toddlers.

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Mom

by Juliemara
03.15.14

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I think I am suffering from mommy brain or I am officially sleep deprived.

My mom was here helping me for a week and a half. I was sad to have her leave. After having been gone for less than 24 hours she called to check in.

Mom, “how are things going?”

Me, “Ok, Mondays are hard.”

The thing is it’s Friday. She didn’t alert me to this fact, just told me things would get easier.

Thanks for being a great mom, Mom.

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