I love her little purr-sonality 🙂
Yaaay! It’s my babies’ shots day, said no mom ever.
Hubby had to work so it was just me and my three littles venturing to the doctor’s office. I’ve done this numerous times before, no problem. As we pulled up at the doctor’s office (running late as usual) a little voice said “you don’t need the stroller, the carriers will do” What was I thinking? It probably would’ve been fine if I didn’t have a toddler with me, but I did. Many people applauded my efforts, a few called me SUPERMOM, but all the while my arms scolded me. I will never make that decision again, even if its just a quick in and out of the doctors office (which this should have been). At six months, my twins are 17 pounds and 15.10 pounds; add that to the weight of the carriers plus the diaper bag…again…SuperMom or Just Plain Crazy?
Back to the matter at hand…shots.
Nelle obviously had no idea of what was going on.
Alex, on the other hand…
He went first and he let them have it! He probably got that from me, I’m a chicken. Hubby goes with me when I have blood work done or my daughter holds my hand. He turned red; there was no consoling him other than a bottle. He wouldn’t let me put him down until he drifted off to sleep.
Nelle was next; she followed the nurse’s every move with such intensity. Upon receiving her shot, she cried for a minute and was over it just like her big sister used to do.
Who is shot day hardest on? Mom? The first twin? The second twin? Big Sister? Their appointment was not until 2 p.m. I was anxious, but all the while trying to suppress my feelings so the twins wouldn’t pick up on it. Whoever goes first is left to console his or her self because the other child needs assistance so the nurses can administer the shots.
Perhaps its hardest on the second twin because they have to listen to the screams of the first, knowing they’re next. It might even be the big sister. She is very possessive of her siblings. You have to get permission from her to even talk to them. It was hard on her today; she told the nurses “get out of my brother’s face”. She even cried at one point, so we had her leave the room.
It probably changes with each day, but what I know is, this is an experience that none of us look forward to and I take refuge knowing they won’t endure such pain for a while.
Big girl was away on a mini vacation at Gramma’s house (first time since the twinsies were born) for a week. Upon her return she’s been refusing to drink from a “big girl” cup. If she accepts, she demands a straw.
It’s been a constant battle where hubby and I take her toys away, turn off the tele, but even then it’s still a fight.
This morning (she’s been up since 6:30am) the battle continued but we told her no tele until she drank all her milk or she can go to bed this instant. She opted for the former.
Upon finishing her milk from the big girl cup she says exuberantly with hands in the air “I’m a big girl and a genius”. Both hubby and I chuckled as neither of us have used the term genius around her.
Good Morning! Hope you’re having a great start to your Wednesday!
I know every mama says it, but where did the time go?
Somehow, I still feel like I just took our twins home a few weeks ago. One thing I do not miss is them spitting up every few minutes. I love watching them discover things for the very first time. They are avid television watchers who may have a slight obsession with Mickey Mouse and Sesame Street.
Ms. Kenzie is the best big sister we could hope for. She’s constantly telling me to go check on the twins, or do what she thinks needs to be done. She would be in their cribs first thing every morning if it was up to her. I love how she interacts with the twins. She doesn’t mind leaving them to go to the park, but otherwise, she absolutely adores the babies. It will be very interesting to see how their interactions evolve.
Nelle is quite the talker. As soon as she’s awake she’s babbling away. She has three words in her repertoire: mama, dada and baba. Nelle thinks her big sister is a comedian. She cracks up at any and everything big sister does. She’s very strong willed and spends most of her days taking her brother’s toys and binkie (pacifier).
Her brother, on the other hand, is very melo. He’s now captured the title of my “Irie Baby”. He is definitely a mama’s boy, but I don’t mind 🙂 He’s working on a little chomper (1st tooth). His babbling sounds like he’s saying “HEY”.
Looking toward new adventures next month.