Where once there were two…

Where once there were two hearts beating there is now just one.

Where once we were filled with joy and excitement of adding another set of little twin loves to our family there is sorrow mixed with worry, fears and hope.

Where once I woke with smiles I now wake with tears.

At 16 weeks 2 days we got to see our beautiful, wriggly twin 1. We were filled with joy and excitement. Then the scan moved to twin 2. It was instantly obvious that twin 2 was smaller than twin 1. The femur length was measured, 2 weeks smaller than the other twin, than they should be. And then the brief look for a heartbeat. 30 seconds that stretched into forever.

Our darling twin 2, our little Tillie, stopped growing at 14 weeks. Our hearts are broken.

TwinletsV2 15 weeks update

15 weeks in now, approximately 20 weeks to go if they arrive at a similar gestation to version 1 twinlets…eep!!

Morning sickness still hasn’t appeared (thank goodness!!), exhaustion seems to be settling in for the long haul, as does food aversions. It’s just SO much fun being staaaarving hungry but all available options just seem blah. Red meat is a no go, as is milk and I’m hiding my veggies more than I’ve ever done for the toddlers!

Saladas are popular, icy cold water, jacket potatoes, chicken and anything salty. I could happily kiss the feet of whoever it was that invented Omeprazole for reflux!

The babies are doing well, our nuchal translucency scan came back low risk, they were wiggling up a storm during the scan! Twin 1 was sucking their thumb, 4 pregnancies in the detail visible in ultrasounds still amazes me.

The shock is starting to wear off, much list writing going on, to-do lists, shopping lists, hospital bag lists…so many lists! And did I mention potentially only 20-ish weeks to go? Eep!!

And he’s off

Today I sent my first born off into the world. His first day at school.

I thought I’d cry, thought I’d be sad. But then I spent the last week and a bit dealing with his increasingly feral attitude and the idea of merely slowing the car down before shoving him out the door on his first day appealed greatly.

Instead of shoving him out the car door at low speed we opted for a family walk to school.

Daddy with DSLR in hand ready to catch all the important moments of course.

We got to the school, he lined up with his classmates and waited to be let in. As soon as he was in he found his hook and had his bag and hat hanging up before I was even through the door.

He settled at a table to work on a puzzle and this was his face when we told him we were leaving, he totally cared right?

As we expected he has taken it all in his stride, he had a great day and is keen to go back tomorrow. Lets hope that lasts for the next 12-13 years at least.

1 down, 5 to go….

It is 2013, right??

 

Here we are, in 2013, and the same old debate is continuing. Cover up those breastfeeding boobs! Put them away or get out! Be discreet! Go do it somewhere else! Seriously?

Here’s what it boils down to. It doesn’t matter who says what idiotic comment, or who makes what complaint to management, it is a woman’s LEGAL RIGHT to breastfeed her child wherever she likes and whenever she likes. Asking that woman to move, cover up or whatever else is breaking the law. Simple as that.

And excuse me Mr Koch, just like claiming some of your best friends are gay before making some idiotic homophobic comment doesn’t make it any less homophobic, having 2 breastfeeding daughters doesn’t make YOUR comments any less discriminatory to breastfeeding women.

It’s 2013 people, babies are entitled to be fed when they want and women are entitled to feed them. If that’s something you have a problem with then the problem is yours, not the woman breastfeeding.

 

These two

These two fight.

These two tease each other.

These two drive me slightly barmy on a semi-regular basis.

These two are best friends.

And the big one? He was utterly delighted when his little brother fell asleep on his shoulder. He kissed his head and put an arm around him and simply beamed.

A simple drive trialling out Thommo’s new-to-us car, complete with dickie seats so it will hold 7 and be a good back up for the Tarago. Except now we’re going to be a family of 8 so that was a fail. But that moment, that moment made it all worthwhile.

These two are brothers, best of enemies, best of friends.

“Special” parenting moments

See the monkey? He was a birthday gift that Sebastian absolutely ADORES, he gets carted everywhere. But, well, I never expected to have to say “Get the monkey off your penis”. Parenting is full of special little gems like that.

What have you said that you never thought you’d say?

Slightly terrifying new beginnings

I did have a post pre-written for today, it was a bit funny with a bit of John Farnham “last time” humor through in.

But then this happened and I had the funny knocked out of my sails a smidge:

I’m sure the shock will wear off sometime before they turn 18 right???