Happy Thanksgiving - 2 Weeks Old

Happy Thanksgiving!  I have so much to be thankful for this year!  Our wonderful family and friends who truly set us up for success with all the necessary gear that made transitioning home with the twins quite seamless and continue to send their warm thoughts and check in on us no matter how far away they are.  Our great family who have been taking turns coming to stay with us and nurse us and the twins.    My hottie husband who has taken to fatherhood better than I could have ever expected, it honestly brings tears to my eyes thinking back of how great he has been over the past two weeks.  And of course the boys who turned two weeks old this past Tuesday, time is flying by already.  They are sleeping and eating well, super healthy and warm my heart more than I knew was possible.  Thanks Sabra for the amazing Thanksgiving onesies (Sam is on the left, Spencer on the right).

Update:

We were in the hospital from Tuesday to Friday 11/9.  The boys did great, didn't need any special attention except their birth weight dropped close to 10% so we had to supplement with formula starting on Thursday.  The nurses at the hospital were wonderful, they took the boys at night between feedings so we could get some sleep and helped me with nursing, I was tandem feeding on Thursday.  They wheeled in a fancy dinner on our last night which was really nice.

The boys one day old, Sam on the left Spencer on the right. 

HH's first night feeding (with Sam) on Thursday, I let him sleep through the first two nights since the nurses were so helpful and I was so hyped up on hormones I felt full of energy when they were wheeled in (and he was sleeping on an uncomfortable couch).

Coming home on Friday was a lot nuts.  Check out took a lot longer than expected, about halfway home the twins and I decided we were starving and it was a painfully long drive.  But we survived and quickly fell into a routine.  From start to start feedings is on average 3 hours.  We start by changing whoever is most awake, get them latched, then Sam wakes the 2nd one and gets their diaper changed, then get the 2nd one latched, then attempt to get them both some extra with a bottle of formula or breast milk and then I pump, if we are really good we can get it done in less than an hour, giving us 2 hours to sleep, but most of the time we are not that good.  After a few days we started switching off going solo for one of the night feedings to give one of us a bit more sleep.  On Sunday 11/11 we brought the boys in for their first pediatrician check-up and were happy to find out the boys weights were on the rise and that all looked great.  On Tuesday 11/13 we made it out to a restaurant and I got to chow down on sushi and sake and celebrate the babies being 1 week old.

What looks like a smile from Spencer on 11/10 during a 2 AM feeding.

Sam all sprawled out.

Spencer all sprawled out, they both have such chicken legs.

Full diaper pail after only 4 days home.

Napping post feeding on mommy, 11/13.  Spencer on left, Sam on right.

Daddy and Spencer, 11/15.

Sam on left, Spencer on right, in their co-sleeper.

On Thursday 11/15 HH's brother and wife arrived who were a huge help which was perfect timing because the hormone induced awakeness had all dissipated and being allowed to do nothing other than feed and sleep was so nice.  Then on Saturday HH's mother arrived to continue the help parade which was further great timing since HH was back to having PT at 5:30 AM Monday.

On Monday, 11/19 the boys had their 2 week checkup.  Sam was up to 5 lbs 11 oz and Spencer 5 lbs 13 oz, both 5 oz over their birth weight which is great considering the doctor says they are happy if they are at their birth weight.

We've bathed the boys only twice in the 12 days we've been home so we definitely need to get better at doing that.  They seem to enjoy bath time which makes it so rewarding and enjoyable.  Also the doctor recommended we start tummy time so will somehow have to find the time for that as well.

Personal update, a bit graphic so feel free to stop reading:

Personally I'm doing well.  They pumped me full of IV fluid for the operation and it took forever to drain.  I was still so puffy on Friday leaving the hospital that my clogs didn't fit and my normally extremely roomy slippers only partially covered my feet.  I had to wear slippers to dinner on 11/13, but on 11/17 I woke up looking and feeling much less puffy and my feet were close to normal looking again.

As long as I kept taking my meds on schedule the pain wasn't too bad.  I was happy to be off the morphine 24 hours after the operation since it made me feel really out of it.

Some nights the babies go 4 hours between start and start of feedings which are the good nights, others they have one spell where they only go 2.5 hours and I need to sleep all day to not feel crazy exhausted.

My boobs were feeling ravaged from pumping after every feeding so I have since switched to every other feeding which helped with the soreness and allows me to get 15 mins more sleep when I skip.  Also nipple butter is my new best friend.

I am thankful the hormones have calmed down.  I had two good hormone induced cries, one as a result of the first good look at my belly, the second was the day after we went out to dinner, HH foolishly assumed we had hit a new normal and asked if I wanted to go get dressed which would have been fine if I wasn't exhausted and ready to cry over just about anything, needless to say he quickly changed his tune to telling me I looked beautiful every day and steering clear of comments on what I was wearing.

I am happy to report my stomach is shrinking, I didn't think it was possible given how bad it looked a few days after surgery, it sagged so much it covered my incision.  I was happily surprised this morning to see extremely little sagging and the whole incision was visible, it's still not pretty but I'm so happy it's getting better and better, I've been wearing a compression belt which I think helps a ton.  My weight is going down nicely, I'm currently 30 lbs over my pre-pregnancy weight which means I've lost over 30 lbs since giving birth (much of which I know is the babies and their accouterments) and I am back to weighing less than my HH which is really refreshing.

I went out for a girls night two nights ago to get my hands on a margarita and see Breaking Dawn which made me feel more like myself but had the most intense pang the whole time from missing my little ones.