Whew! Back from the ATL
This is for Erin, since she is the one who requested an
update. You’re welcome.
As most of you (both of you) know, I recently got back from
a trip home e to visit my family. We had a really good time the first part of
the trip, got to go to north Georgia, saw both sets of grandparents, lots of
family and ate plenty of good food. Then my mom got a cough about halfway into
our trip that developed into bronchitis and because my girls are such
sympathetic little bugs, they decided they too needed to start
coughing/wheezing/have snot run down their face constantly/run fevers of 103+.
Needless to say, I feel really good about the amount of quality time I was able
to spend on my parents’ couch.
My older sister flew home with me in hopes that I wouldn’t
get murdered by strangers for having a couple snotty-nosed screamers to deal
with, which was fairly successful. I mean, I wasn’t murdered and the
death-glare toll was way down from my last foray into the skies with the girls
but the youngest of the two girls still proved to be a challenge. Turns out a
squirmy 14 month old is not the ideal traveling companion.
Speaking of 14 month olds…. We have some friends who call
their granddaughter Osama. Although I’m pretty sure they love her, they go on
and on about what a terrorist she is. Now, I’m not one to shy away from
slightly disparaging nicknames for my kiddos (especially if they’re throwing
down in the middle of a store for no reason at all, biting one another, or
generally being pills), so I never really questioned their description of their
little granddaughter as a terrorist…Now do I not only NOT question it, but I’m
stealing the nickname for Line. She.Is.A.TERRORIST! I mean, sure. She looks
like the Pampers/Gerber baby rolled into one with those hazel doe eyes and
dimples, but sit that girl down for 3 seconds and she tears off in the
direction of the nearest valuable with a glint of destruction in her eyes. She
eats rolls (rolls) of toilet paper on
the reg and she tries to pull down any cup that might have an ounce of liquid
in it to spew across the floor. It’s not uncommon for me to clean up her spills
5-7 times a day…in between rerolling and salvaging whatever toilet paper she
didn’t eat and consoling her sister who she has repeatedly slapped on her back,
trying to take away whatever toy Ans is playing with. Also, I’m pretty sure she
speaks Parcel Tongue. No words come out of her mouth, just different volumes of
hisses. And at this moment, she is snuggled up next to D and smiling sweetly.
Beware people, she’s dangerous.
Not quite as dangerous as Line is Ans, who besides refusing
to potty train, is generally a pretty pleasant human being. I feel like the
time period from 14-22ish months when I neglected her so I could take care of
the terrorist really made her self-sufficient. Besides the whining. She
whines….a lot. Like, even Pawpaw who thinks the sun rises and sets on “Annie
Bean” doesn’t understand it. And I quote, “Yuns ne’er did make on lik’ ‘at.” If
any of you think I’m exaggerating my father’s accent for any kind of effect, you’re
mistaken. What you just read is a phonetically accurate interpretation of the
way he speaks.
Anyway, that’s the girls. Generally they’re good. The boys
are…expensive. Turns out being twice as pregnant means twice the amount of
prenatal care. Besides going to the doctors every other week, I’m also getting an
in-depth ultrasound every three weeks or once a month. This last ultrasound
showed fluid on both babies kidneys so now we’re headed to a MFM on Tuesday to
run more tests and see if the fluid retention (pelvic something) is “clinically
significant.” PS For y’all not lucky enough to be in the know, MFM stands for
Maternal Fetal Medicine. Basically a doctor for your unborn baby. They
generally enter the picture when a pregnancy is deemed “high risk” or like when
one of those 70 year old actress types decides she wants to start a family—they’re
there for when your regular OB/GYN won’t cut it. Anyway, from what the doctor told
me and from what I’ve garnered from WebMD, I think this is the most common
abnormality that they’ll find in an ultrasound at this stage. My doctor didn’t
seem too concerned and so D and I aren’t freaking either, he just thinks it’s
weird that both babies are holding onto this fluid so he’s just sending us for
a second opinion. Don’t get me wrong, I’m willing to follow any and all doctor’s
advice when it comes to the health of my babies, but dadgum, don’t any doctors
do this kind of thing out of the goodness of their hearts?! Turns out doctors
are expensive. So while, as I said, I’m willing to do any and everything
possible to ensure these kiddos get here sage and sound, I’m really gonna put
the pressure on at least one of them to become a doctor or lottery winner or
something so Momma gets some compensation for all the time/money/effort spent
on this end of things!
:) I like the update just for me!
ReplyDeleteWell you and my mom are basically my target (read: only) audience so, you're welcome!
ReplyDeleteOur boy twin had fluid backed up into his kidneys and it was there for quite a few of our ultrasounds... it ended up being nothing. Wise momma not to stress! :) Which MFM are you seeing? Baldy delivered our twins last October.
ReplyDeleteHey Stefani,
DeleteWe're seeing Balderston :) I really like him. The bi-monthl trips to Eugen, not so much lol.