Perfectly Perfect

Cant believe it will be 4 weeks on Monday! Where did they go?

Alex & Emma will be 4 weeks old on Monday and they are doing GREAT! They have picked up on our routine perfectly. They are waking every 3 hours to eat, staying awake during the day to "play" and sleeping at night in between. I couldnt have asked for it to go any smoother. Of course we have a tough night here & there but if we didnt I would worry....they cant be too perfect! We were at the doctor last week and they had both gained weight. They are now above their birth weight! This week they started to take in more food. We are up to 3oz. a feeding...YIPEE!!
Reed & Eric are adjusting to the babies...it was much easier for Reed. They are now sharing a room and have new big boy beds! We bought a bunk bed and Reed would stay in it 24hrs a day if he could! He has become quite they helper and an amazing BIG brother to all 3 kids. Eric still has his days but each day gets better. My baby is no longer the baby and he knows it...and doesnt like it!
As for me and him....we are doing pretty good. Its been great to have him home and I will miss him terribly when he goes back to work BUT I will SURVIVE! We have ventured out a few times with all 4 kids and I must admit it hasnt been too bad. I think we will try the zoo before he goes back to work next week.
I am a lucky, lucky girl....
I have 1 amazing, supportive, loving husband and the best Dad to my kids (better than I could have imagined)
AND
I have 4 happy, healthy, beautiful kids who are PERFECTLY PERFECT!!!

Officially a family of 6

If you would have asked me 2 weeks ago, I would have told you that these kids were staying in as long as they could. I wanted them in there as long as possible. Last Sunday, I changed my mind...I was done! Well, the kids heard and decided to listen. I woke up Monday morning, expecting to go to my drs. appointment, run some errands, finish some last minute stuff at work....you know,, carry on like normal. As I was getting ready, I felt cramping. I thought, no big deal, I'm just hungry. As they continued to get stronger, I knew I was in trouble! I woke up Marc, told him the kids were coming today and left for the dr. The dr. checked me out and sent me to the hospital for observation. That was the longest, most uncomfortable 3hrs. EVER! Once they made the decision that I was really in labor and not faking it, I got my drugs and was prepped for my c-section. Of course I requested for Alex to be taken out first but Emma had other plans. She was on top and made her way out. She figured she was bullied long enough and was finally going to take control. It is truly the weirdest feeling, laying on a table, awake, while the drs. push and pull and cut and burn and stitch you up, all while taking 2 kids out of you and you can't feel a thing! Too weird!! Anyway, at 4:45p Emma Helen was born, weighing 5lbs 5oz and measuring 18in. At 4:46p, Alex Michael followed, weighing 6lbs 2oz and measuring 17in. We were in the hospital for 4 days as I recovered from my c-section. (By the way, if I ever were to have another child, minus the fact that it took all of 5 minutes, I would go vaginal birth all the way!) Both babies were doing great. They were never taken to the NICU. They were kept in the nursery Monday night just for observation because they were so early. The only issue we had was the fact that because they were so early, their "sucking" skills were not fully developed. Emma picked up on it real quick and was eating on her own. Alex was having trouble, only taking maybe 15cc's on his own and then was tube fed the rest. Again, Emma showing her brother up. I was discharged Friday evening, having to leave the twins behind. The neonatologist wanted to observe the kids for a full 24hrs. to make sure they could fully eat on their own. As I write this, we are at the hospital visiting the kids. We get to bring Emma home tonight but need to leave Alex again. I think Alex knows this because he has been eating almost a full 2oz every time on his own since midnight. He will (knock on wood) get to come home in the morning.