Hiya. Sorry I've been away.
I'd say I'd been busy with the hectic holidays and such, but in reality our holidays were the opposite of hectic. It was quiet and mellow and we did lots of sitting around, hanging out, playing with babies, having family time. It was perfect. So I suppose my excuse for not blogging was that I was spending time with my family, not in front of the computer.
Lots to update on Danny, but I'll safe that for another post in detail. The short version is that we're moving forward with early intervention, more testing, and working on a schedule for lots of therapy. But in the mean time - he has started pulling himself to standing, which nearly brought tears to my eyes. And he's even managed a little bit of 'cruising' - he'll take few very wobbly steps along the couch to reach a coveted toy.
Both babies are a little sick now. And as the bad mother that I am, I didn't even notice it. The pediatrician pointed it out at their 15 months checkup yesterday. They have some kind of little virus that causes painful sores in their mouths. I thought they were teething - didn't want their mouths messed with, little bit of a fever, fussy, not much appetite. But no, they have sores (she called them ulcers) in their mouths. There's no treatment other than lots of fluids and let it run its course. Poor little guys. Danny's mouth is so swollen it looks like his teeth have receded halfway back into his gums. How I didn't notice this I'm not sure.
We are weaned. The babies have weaned me. I hear so many stories of moms deciding to wean their baby, and the baby tugging at the shirt and crying, wanting to nurse. But for us it's the opposite. These poor critters keep getting boobs shoved in their faces, boobs that they have no interest in any more. So it's them telling me no, rather than me having to tell them no. I guess maybe that makes it easier? Certainly easier for them, but I'm not sure if it's easier for me. It feels sad. Callie had been nursing once a day the last few weeks, just for a few minutes. But with this little sore mouth business she has not been interested at all. So I guess I've accepted the fact that it's over. I'm consoling myself with the thought that my breastfeeding days are not completely over, just over for now...
In fertility and baby making news... I just hung up the phone with the fertility clinic, and made an appointment for Feb 11th to go meet with the RE and talk about using up a couple of our frozen embryos. Funny thing is, as much as I've talked about wanting to do this, making the call made me very, very nervous. The last time I remember this kind of nervous feeling was the day I went to hospital for my C-section. It's wierd. I'm not sure why I'm nervous. Or maybe it's nervous excitement. But then there's the little questioning in the back of the head of am I crazy, is this the right thing to do, am I getting greedy and won't have it so easy the next time, etc., etc.
and in 'packing on the pounds because it's the holidays news'. I've gained a whopping 7 pounds. shit! I have been living the live of sloth and gluttony this past month or so. Figuring it was the holidays so it was ok to indulge. But man the pounds came on so easy and quickly. And as I am determined to never again weigh what I weighed before, I am now trying to be very careful about what I eat. I want to give those 7 back and not see them again until I am pregnant. I think it's mostly the snacking that got me, so snack time is over for me.
many more rambling thougths in my head. but that's enough for now. back at you later.