SIX MONTHS!!!

 Pretty sure every time I start one of this 'month' posts, I start it with how fast time is flying by.  It's going so fast that I have been falling behind in posting. I can't put into words how fast time goes when you have kids.  Sometimes I have to remind myself to sit and breathe.

Cooper and Cannon are rolling over like crazy.  They're trying to sit up on their own too but still not all that great at it and end up nose diving into the floor.  They're both getting one - two solid meals a day and starting to drink 5-6 oz of formula in their bottles about 6 times a day.  Both boys get a kick out of me and Mark.  They enjoy being entertained by us any way we can.  I'm unsure of their weights right now cause we still haven't been to their six month check up.  My guess is 17 and close to 14 pounds.  We will see next Wednesday. 

Ever since Cooper's surgery, he's been an eating machine.

We stopped giving Cannon his medicine for his reflux and he seems to be doing fine without it.  Cannon tends to refuse some bottles ever since we started him on solids, it seems like he's going to like his food.

Both boys are really funny. (But I would say that, they're my kids right?)  Cannon loves talking.  He loves talking PERIOD.  He'll talk to anyone, talk to himself, he even talks himself to sleep.  He's still a really silly, overall low key baby.  Cooper loves his mommy, he is most comfortable with me and still enjoys being held A LOT.  We have also entered the teething phase.  The boys can't go more than 30 minutes without soaking their shirts with drool.  They have their hands in their mouths as much as they can.  They have just recently started sleeping on their bellies and every once and a while will sleep 7-8 hours straight.  Mark and I LOVE those nights. 

An update on me and Mark. We can't believe the wedding is in 10 weeks.  I've been struggling to get rid of this baby weight and still have at least 15 pounds to go.  I was doing well for a while when the boys were keeping me so busy I didn't have time to eat nor did I have an appetite.  The appetite is back and there's a little more downtime now that we have established a bedtime routine with the boys.  I have been easing my way back into full time at work.  I recently got offered a few more perks and benefits to come back full time and the offer was a blessing.  I knew having two babies would cost a lot but until the costs starting rolling in I really didn't understand.  Since I made the decision to formula feed we pay anywhere between $250-$275 a month in formula.  That's an F'ing car payment! For this reason only, I cannot wait until the boys turn one and I can move to whole milk and then soon after sippy cups.  Mark has been working really hard lately, he's always on the phone trying to close deals and provide for us.  I admire and love his hard work and dedication.  He then comes home and applies those same things to his home life, plus some.  We're finding it really hard to find time for one another.  Some things tend to slip through the cracks cause so much time and energy is devoted to the boys.  We have not had a day or evening to ourselves since March and I definitely think it's needed.  I can't wait til our wedding night!  The thought of spending the night together alone and being able to sleep in and not have to sleep next to a monitor will be really nice.  I absolutely can't wait to change my last name and be able to officially call him my husband.  I can be a very difficult woman to please and be around and Mark puts up with all of me (most of time).  I can honestly say that we are a really good couple and I'm still really excited for our future as a couple and as a family.  Since we've been together, life has thrown some pretty interesting curves our way, but with the two of us side by side, we handle it all really well and enjoy it all.  Through the struggles, life is still really good.

Cooper's Lip Repair May 17th 2011

Cooper had his lip repair surgery on the 17th of May. 

The time leading UP to his surgery was almost more nerve-racking than anything.  It was all I could think about the week before.  Part of me didn't want his face to change.  I  have now spent 5 months with this little man that looks one way and now his entire look is going to change.  Selfish I know.  I of course also didn't want to see him in pain.  The fact that a little baby can't communicate is hard.  And it was...


We had to be at the hospital at 5:30am to be admitted.  His surgery started at 7:30am.  He wasn't allowed to have any formula past 1:00am so I woke him at 12:30am and fed him.  He wasn't allowed to have anything past 4:00am so I woke up at 3:30am and fed him pedialyte.  My best friend's younger sister Kimberly watched Cannon for us so we dropped him off with her at 5:00am.  I even felt sad leaving him.  I knew it was going to be a while before I saw Cannon again and that was hard.  But I knew he was in amazing hands and am forever grateful for Kimberly and all she's done.

Right away when Cooper was admitted he was getting fussy...He was getting hungry.  Keeping him calm was a challenge and I'm sure he felt my tension.  But I was able to get him back to sleep.  At 7:15 they came and took him back.  We were only allowed to walk him down the hall and kiss him goodbye.  We (me and Mark) kissed his sleeping face and thought I was going to lose it but I didn't.  We walked back down the hall hand in hand in silence.  Mark squeezed me and I quickly remembered I was not alone.  I thought that was gonna be the hardest part.  Boy was I wrong...

In the waiting room we sat.  We were told by the surgeon he would be done by 10:30-11:00am and that he would come out to get us right away.  Mark's parents came to sit with us along with his sister and brother in law and grandma.  My older sister also came.  The support and love was amazing.  But my nerves kept me looking at the clock.  10:30am rolled around and Mark and I are saying anytime now.  10:45...11:00am.  Not cool.  I look at Mark and I see his nervous energy has his leg going one hundred miles a minute.  (Not very often do I see that.)  At 11:15ish the Doctor came out.  Mark away asks how it went and he says great.  He let's us know that he was in fact tongue tied and it was pretty severe.  He also told us his nose took a little longer than he thought to straighten out.  I wasn't listening too hard cause I just wanted to see Cooper.  He took us back to the recovery area and there was Cooper laying on his back, knocked out and all red and blotchy.  Here is Cooper right after his surgery: (taken from my phone)

Mark and I were amazed with how good he looked.  Right away I thought he looked even more like Cannon.  One by one we brought family back to see him and once it was just me and Mark again Cooper decided to wake up.  He woke up LIVID.  The doctor told us he would but this was terrible.  I tried so hard to hold him to calm him down but I couldn't let his face touch anything and he was not feeling well AT ALL. (can you blame him?)  As his mom I felt helpless.  I was shushing him, bouncing him, just trying to hold him but nothing would work.  It didn't help that we didn't have our own room yet and recovery was this big area that was divided by curtains and there were a ton of patients recovering from their surgeries as well.  Part of me felt bad for them but I bigger part if me felt horrible for my son.  I felt like I did this to him, I put him through this.  As silly as it sounds and I know he would eventually choose this surgery for himself I still feel bad making this decision for such a small helpless child and then not being able to comfort him, ugh I felt like a failure. 

About an hour into recovery they transferred us to the pediatric floor and told us Cooper would be staying the night.  I was bummed.  I knew then I wouldn't be seeing Cannon anytime soon and that they also felt Cooper NEEDED to be there.  They gave him some more morphine and we got him calmed down in a bouncy seat in a hospital crib.  After a few hours we switched to tylenol with codine and that pretty much sedated Cooper for four hours at a time.  Each time we had to wake him to administer meds I changed him and tried to syringe feed him some pedialyte.  I sent Mark home that evening to stay with Cannon cause there was no where for him to sleep in the hospital anyways.

 We had visitors during the day...

Mommy and Daddy and Coop in the background.

The next morning the doctor stopped back by and was very surprised to see Cooper had not bruised at all.  He gave us the go-ahead to try to bottle feed while not allowing Cooper to use his lips too much.  So we went back to the haberman feeder where we can squeeze the formula into his mouth for him.  He also said we could leave whenever we felt comfortable. Right away I knew I wanted to get going.  I wanted to get Cooper in his environment and wanted to see my Cannon ball.  :)  The doc prescribed Cooper tylenol with codine to take home.

We got home by noon on Wednesday and my mom was watching Cannon for us and of course had cleaned our apartment and done our laundry (SCORE)!  I'm glad we brought him home, he seemed so much more comfortable in his own element. 

It's now day 10 and Cooper is still somewhat demanding and cranky.  If he's awake, he wants to be held, BUT he has to be moving while he's held.  That would be fine but he's a twin and has a brother that has needs too.  All week after the surgery family took days off to come and help.  They are a Godsend.  Amazing people...we have an amazing family.

Cannon!!!!!!