Jay and I have decided to start this blog in order to keep track of our kids’ progress throughout the years, to give them something entertaining (hopefully) to read when they grow up, to keep family and friends in the loop of our daily life and to reach out to anyone who cares what it is like to walk a day or two in our shoes! We hope to keep up with the blog on a regular basis and to entertain you along the way. While we can’t promise anything, we’ll do our best.


DISCLAIMER: nothing in this blog is to upset anyone, it is our thoughts, our interpretation of life and our story… please do not bash us for having an opinion on life!



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Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Blogging is a Blessing

Today I’m feeling amazing!  I want to thank whoever it was that created blogging.  Since I started doing this I’ve realized how blessed I really am. 

Just writing about the good times has made me temporarily forget all those nights where I’d lay in bed listening to Paige and Carter scream through their monitor, waiting to be fed, and thinking ‘why in God’s name did I think having more children was a good idea’ or that ‘I hate this life’ or ‘I’ll never forgive you Grandpa for being a twin’ or ‘if I died right now, would they even care as long as someone, anyone, gave them a bottle’ or ‘why in the hell has this not woke daddy up yet?’ or ‘I wonder how much a night nanny would cost us’, this doesn’t even include the thoughts I’ve had during the day while running between the two of them to get them to keep their binkies in their mouths and be quiet while Noah is screaming he wants juice and cookies, or just plain screaming for no apparent reason…

My kids are amazing!  My husband is amazing!  I’m one of the luckiest girls in the world… and I can feel that today. 

My cardiologist told us that I can’t have any more children because my heart can’t handle it and won’t handle it.  It was fine with me to only have two children when Jay and I decided that I would have a tubal ligation… but to be told you CAN’T have more makes things more permanent and takes everything out of your own hands.  I like to think that God knew we would regret stopping at two… I remember asking Jay once before we knew about the twins “What if this isn’t God’s plan for us, what if He doesn’t agree with our decision”.  Jay’s response was simple “It’s God honey!  If he wants us to have more, we’ll have more.  You’ll either get pregnant despite the surgery, or he’ll give us twins”.  God’s plan must have including us having three children because he made it happen!  And I really believe him having a cardiologist tell me that I cannot have any more children was his way of telling us His plan was done.

It dawns on me every now and then that this is it… I might not be fond of the “helpless baby days”, but I’ll never experience it again.  I’ll never feel a baby kick in belly again, I’ll never hear that first cry again, I’ll never get to see that first smile again or see the first roll over.  Yes, I have many firsts I still get to look forward to, but as I’m sitting here thinking life will get easier when the twins can walk and feed themselves, I’m realizing that for every first they have… it’s also a last. 

So yes, I’m blessed!  I might not get to have any more children but God has given me my last experience in double vision!

Monday, January 30, 2012

A Day With Noah

As I mentioned in our history, Noah is getting to the age where he starts doing and saying the funniest darn things!  I’ve been waiting since he was born for this and I’m so excited about it I can’t stand it!  I’m not much for the “helpless baby” stage, but I love, love, love the toddler years…. even though it comes with the “terrible twos”, which Jay and I refuse to believe exist! 

The other day I came home from work and couldn’t help but notice that Noah had shiny stuff on his face.  Upon further inspection I realized it was glitter.  I hadn’t noticed an art project on the kitchen counter, so I knew Nanny Dana didn’t have craft day.  She then proceeds to tell me about Noah’s day (my day reports from her are quite amusing).  Here is what that day brought… Nanny Dana had gone into the bathroom.  In the two minutes she was gone Noah opened up his normally locked closet door (he had broken the lock a few weeks ago and we hadn’t replaced it yet).  I had moved all of our craft supplies into his closet so that Nanny Dana could access them better on craft day.  Noah found two jars of glitter.  He proceeded to open them and throw himself a party!  Glitter ended up all over his room and all over him.  After hearing this I realized that he not only had glitter on his face, but all over his body!  At this point I dare to take a glance at the babies… they were sparkly too!  Within ten minutes of being home we were all sparkly because, as I’m sure you all know, you just CAN’T clean up glitter!  Later that night I learned that the hardwood floors don’t give up glitter easy and that Noah’s bed looks like he spent the evening at a strip club and brought home a bit of the girls!  I have to give mad props to Nanny Dana over this one because had it been me… I would have not handled it so well!  She cleaned it up the best she could and because it happened on her watch, I’m able to laugh hysterically at the fun my little guy was having!

After Nanny Dana left the babies were enjoying some tummy time… of course Noah was right there “helping” them roll over!  He then decided he needed to “play” with them and leaned in to get a good “look”… it ended with Noah laying on top of his baby brother and me having to rescue Carter from being “squished” as Noah would say!  After the baby rescue, Noah and I decided it was time for his dinner.  I made him a lovely spread of macaroni and cheese and chicken nuggets… I even threw in a pickle garnish which he loved!  He gets all excited about dinner time and drags his chair over to the coffee table (or dining room table is currently the Island of Sodor under construction) while I bring in his plate and juice!  We get him all situated eating and I go back to the kitchen to clean up the dishes.  I finish up in the kitchen and look in on Noah (the rooms are right next to each other) only to find macaroni and cheese and juice all over the floor!  Here is what progressed from there:

Mommy:  Noah, what did you do?
Noah:  Huh?  (his favorite new response)
Mommy:  What did you do?
Noah:  Babies (with this look of guilt on his face)
Mommy:  Are you saying the babies made this mess?
Noah:  YES!

So, the blame game has started and he’s not even two yet!  Noah helps me clean up the mess and we move on.  Here is a picture of Noah... not even on the same night, but it will give you an idea!  At least this time he was immobilized!



I put Carter in the bumbo (bimbo as we call it) chair and I start playing with Noah.  My phone rings so I walk to the kitchen to grab it.  I come back into the living room and immediately notice that Carter is missing, bimbo chair and all!  I turn to right to find him chilling in his bimbo in Noah’s room.  

Mommy:  What is going on?
Noah:  Huh?
Mommy:  How did Carter get in your room?
Noah:  Noah push
Mommy:  Why did you push Carter into your room?
Noah:  Brother need play!

So they played!  I’d love to say this was the end of Noah for the day… but it continued into bath time when his starfish fountain floated away from him and he couldn’t get to it in time. 

Noah:  Oh shit!
Mommy:   (laughing hysterically) What did you say?
Noah:  (turns around all innocent) Uh-oh!


When your two year old can use such colorful language in the perfect context, you know you are to blame!  I can’t take all the blame for this, as this isn’t the first time he’s said it.  We had a lovely car ride once, where Daddy could not stop saying it.  I think he was saying it just because he couldn’t stop…

Daddy:  Oh Shit
Noah:  Shit
Daddy:  Shit, I need to watch my mouth
Noah: Shit
Daddy:  Shit, I said it again!
Noah: Shit



This went on for about five minutes while I just giggled in the passenger seat keeping my mouth shut because I had finally gotten something over daddy and I didn’t want to accidentally say it!  Needless to say, I guess mommy and daddy need to work on their potty mouths before we end up in timeout!!!

By far the best thing he’s ever said to me:

Noah:  Mommy pretty!


Meet the Family

MEET MOM AND DAD
Mom’s name:  Karrie
Dad’s name:  Jay



The quick version:  We met through a bible study at our church.  We became fast friends and stayed that way for some time.  For anyone who knows me (mom) you know that I flat out refused to date Jay… for anyone who knows Jay, you know that he refused to give up!  He won and I am grateful!  We began “officially” dating in October, 2007 (and by “officially” I mean “Karrie’s admittance to the fact that we were already dating”, Jay would tell you April, 2007 but hey, who’s counting).  Jay proposed to me in June, 2008, we got married in March, 2009.  Finally, we had our first little boy in February, 2010!  Mom currently works as a legal assistant at the Charlotte office of a large law firm out of Birmingham, Alabama.  Dad is a self employed contractor who is currently in a 10 year project of building gas stations for a wonderful company out of Oklahoma. 

MEET NOAH




Noah was born on February 22, 2010.  8lbs 2oz.  My entire pregnancy went pretty smooth, but it ended up a little rough.  After a few hours of labor my blood pressure shot up and so did Noah’s heart rate.  We were rushed in for an emergency c-section.  I was put to sleep and when I woke up Jay handed me the cutest little baby!  Awesome way to have a baby if you ask me! 

Turns out I developed preeclampsia after giving birth.  My blood pressure was through the roof and they gave me some medication to bring it down.  They brought it down all right, they almost killed me.  Thank God Jay was watching over me and caught it in time to get the nurses in there to fix me back up!  We were in the hospital for about a week and finally got to go home.

Noah is an amazing little guy!  He is about to turn two now!  He began walking around 9 months.  He started talking around 1 – 1 ½ years.  Like most new moms, I was worried he wasn’t talking enough, but let me tell you… he hasn’t shut up since!  (something I am loving every minute of)!  Noah likes Veggie Tales, Thomas the Train, Toy Story, and recently he’s decided he likes Yo Gabba Gabba and Annie!  His favorite foods are cheese balls, pizza, beefaroni and popsicles!  He hates vegetables just like his daddy!  Noah has recently started talking a LOT and some of what he has to say is getting pretty funny… even when he’s being scolded he somehow makes us laugh!

I wish I’d started this blog when he was born so that you could watch him grow these first two years, but I didn’t.  He has his baby book to look back at for his infant moments and he’ll have this for his toddler and childhood years!  The twins will have this as their baby book!! 

YES I SAID TWINS!

MEET PAIGE AND CARTER (THE TWINS)


Paige and Carter were born on November 4, 2011.  Jay and I decided to try for our second and last child.  We made jokes that if God wanted us to have more than two children, he’d send a miracle… and boy did He!  We were a little shocked the day we found out, but accepted it the best we could.  We were happy, surprised, but happy!  The day we found out it was a girl and a boy we were stoked!  We expected all boys so we were a bit apprehensive about a little girl… after all, we had Noah, what did we know about baby girls?!

My pregnancy started out smooth.  I never thought I’d make it to the end.  Honestly, I figured I’d lose them somewhere along the way, so you can imagine my surprise when we got to the day of our scheduled delivery!  Around 7 months pregnant I developed gestational diabetes and had to change EVERYTHING good in my life… bye bye chocolate, bread, potatoes, pasta, fruit… hello lettuce!  For anyone who has ever had to do this, I am truly sorry and I feel your pain (and I don’t just mean pricking your finger and testing the blood four times a day).  It was extremely hard, but we got through.  Around 8 months I developed “on again – off again” preeclampsia.  I went to the hospital a few times for dehydration (turns out that Diet Cherry Pepsi over ice is NOT considered water intake).  I had contractions starting around six months or so, and I demanded to have another c-section because “why in the world would anyone want to go through that”?!  (keep in mind, I did labor and deliver Ethan, the son I lost years ago, and I did labor some with Noah, so please don’t send me comments about not knowing how it feels)!  The doctors finally said we had to schedule our c-section for 36 weeks!

At this point I could not stand up.  My legs and feet were so swollen.  You couldn’t touch ANYTHING below my waist or I’d holler in unbearable pain.  It was horrible… but I ate my lettuce and got through it! 

I was awake for this c-section, it was AWESOME!  With Noah we had an emergency situation and when they went to cut, I felt it all… so they had to put me under.  I thought this was a fabulous way to have babies, up until I had the twins!  Now, I am happy to report that I have had children all three ways possible and being awake during a c-section is the best way to go!  Recovery sucks, but it’s better than labor!  The reason I say this is that when Noah was born I saw him while I was waking up… I honestly don’t remember much of those minutes because of the anesthesia.  When they delivered Paige and I heard her cry it was the most amazing moment.  I immediately began to cry.  I am sure you can all think back to when you heard your baby cry for the very first time… and if you can even try to image them holding a second baby out to you, Carter, and having that overwhelming feeling all over again when you hear another one cry… it was insanely awesome!  I didn’t think I’d react that way until it happened, but I’m glad it did.  I’m glad I got to experience that first moment without anything to block my memory of it.  I wish I’d had that moment with Noah, but I’m okay with it… heck, until I had it with the twins, I didn’t know it existed, and we made it this far without it!

Paige and Carter arrived at 36 weeks and 2 days!  Paige weighed in at 5lbs 4oz, and Carter came in at only 4lbs 12oz.  Carter is my preemie!  According to the nurses, anything under five pounds is considered a preemie, so I get to say I had twins, and one was a preemie!  Cute, huh?!  The babies did fabulous!  They held good temperature, held good weights, had good color and pooped enough for us to consider buying stock in diapers!  We were about to go home… when everything changed again!

There must be something about me and delivering babies because once again… I almost died!  Everything was going fine until this nurse, who was around when Noah was born and annoyed us thoroughly during that stay, walked into the room!  My blood pressure shot through the roof.  She started telling me all these things I needed to do, that I physically couldn’t do, (like lay on my left side when I couldn’t breathe laying down).  At one point Jay told her “you might want to leave before my wife goes all wolverine on you”… needless to say, she was banned from our room by the head of the nursing staff!  The doctors thought I had pneumonia due to my need to cough while laying down and not being able to breathe.  After a CT scan, 3 EKGs, Constant monitoring on an ECG monitor, pulse/oxygen monitor, oxygen breathing tubes, echocardiogram, 4 chest x-rays and being registered to three hospital rooms all at one time (one of which was the ECU; yeah, where they keep those with TB, MRSA, and other highly infectious diseases)… they realized they were wrong.  My doctor was fabulous and realized that I had cardiomyopathy, or heart muscle disease, a rare side effect of giving birth to multiples.  My doctor said he’d seen only three cases of it since he started practicing years ago… I was number three.  Most people recover fine from this in anywhere from three months to two years.  I was lucky and there was improvement in three months!  I’m currently on numerous pills, including blood pressure meds, and will continue on them for at least a year, and I’ll be visiting the cardiologist for the same amount of time.  The good news is that I only gained twenty pounds with the twins and lost it the minute they were born… Thank you gestational diabetes and heart problems!  Gotta look on the bright side!

Back to the babies… we went home after about a week and life has been insane ever since. 

God really gave us something to be thankful for.  Not only did He teach me a valuable lesson about loss with my first son, he gave us an incredibly awesome little boy, a perfect little girl, a miracle baby boy… and he took an EXTRA twenty pounds off before we left the hospital… for a total weight loss of 40 pounds!  Halleluiah!