Monday, November 17, 2014
Eve's Newborn Photos
Well Eve is almost five months old now, and I am finally get around to posting photos of her newborn session that took place when she was just a week old. She was sooooo alert, and it took a while for her to settle down and fall asleep. She still is a light sleeper. Which is totally foreign to me, since all my other babies sleep like Pet Rocks. So here she is, my little angel fish!!
Thursday, November 13, 2014
Four Little Monkeys
Four little monkeys, sleeping in their beds! I just love how they all like to be tucked in the same way. Can we please talk about the miracle of fitting four beds/cribs in one room!!!
PS this picture was taken on Oct 18th. I am standing in the middle of the room on a stool. All their beds are lined up against the same wall.
Monday, September 22, 2014
A Birth-day Story
Now that Eve has finally made her blog debut, I can now share her birth story.
Since the twins were a C section, I wanted to do everything in my power to have a VBAC {vaginal birth after cesarian} which meant that my body had to declare labor naturally on it's own. Since she was my third pregnancy, she held strong to that wives' tale of it really being a "wild card."
I thought she would come early for several reasons. One, being that the twins came early and since the twins and Eve are only 15 months apart, I figured there was no way that my body could go through all that "trauma" again. Second, I thought she would come June 4th because that was the day of a very close friend's birthday who passed away when we were both sixteen. FALSE... she came at 41 weeks exactly. Every time I went in to the doctors I was "barely at a 1," he would say. There was no way to scrape my membranes or break my water. I was starting to panic I would have to get another C section if I made it to 42 weeks with no progress. I cried a lot those last few weeks. It was so hard to wait and be patient. I did accupuntre, I ate all those meals that claim to jump start labor, I did all the stimulation that gets your body working... NOTHING!!! NUH-THING!! So I was convinced everything that people claimed to work is just coincidence.
Then finally I woke up Thursday morning in pain!!! Pain that came and went that felt like it came in waves!! It was so clear it was labor pain because of the amount of pain! My mom was scheduled to fly out that same day at 1pm. By noon, my mom was calling a million and one people to reschedule everything including her flight that was supposed to depart in less then 90 minutes. The tricky thing about everything was that my contractions weren't exactly consistent so we wanted to wait until the contractions were less then ten minutes apart before we packed up the car. Literally, the second my mom hung up the last phone call to wrap up her work stuff my contractions stopped... for two whole hours. We joked saying it was false labor and I crawled back into bed to take a nap at 4pm. Within 15 minutes they came back and stayed about 15 minutes apart for 1 minute long. With that rate, I figured I would wait for Gian to come home and heck, do my hair and make up. Honestly if it wasn't for the pain I don't think I ever would have left for the hospital, but the pain still wasn't even all that bad, like a 4-5 on a scale from 1-10.
Gian came home, we {including my mom} load edup the car, kissed the kids goodbye and tucked them in to bed while a friend stayed back at our place. Gian wanted to stop and get food because he hadn't eaten since lunch, so there was no way he was going to get stuck eating hospital food at who knows what time for who knew how long. We swung by a drive-through and that was one of the biggest contractions I had ever felt so far. I felt like I understood what all the movies have portrayed. Gian said something all happy and excited, because he was, and in my head I was dropping F-bombs and I grasped tightly to his arm and said in a low grunting voice, "Don't talk to me right now!" Then it passed and I was happy again. I was trying to manage that pain while sitting in a car not able to do much about it.
We park and as I walked towards the hospital, another contraction hit me. A sweet lady ran and got me a wheelchair and I felt so embarrassed. I told her I was fine before she could even reach the wheeley object. I had to reassure her several times I was fine, and again I swear that was my last contraction for like an hour!
We went to triage and checked in at 8pm on the dot... but guess what you guys... this is the very best part... I KNEW ALL THE NURSES WORKING THAT NIGHT!!! Why, ohh because I lived in the hospital for two months pregnant with not one, but two tiny girls, just 15 months previously. They all remembered me instantly and were shocked to see me back so soon. Ahaha SURPRISE!!! Ok, back to story. While my beloved triage nurses checked me to confirm labor, slash, see my progress, she shouted in an excited voice {knowing how I have tried everything under the moon to start labor up until 3 days previously}, "YOU'RE AT A 6!!" Ohhh I think I heard harken angels singing and blowing their trumpets right above my face as I threw my head back dramatically onto the hospital flimsy pillow. I was beyond happy about that news! I was soooooo thrilled to see what our beautiful baby was going to look like! I was so excited to finally hold her and love her! Would she have hair? Was she going to look like her siblings? It was the best anticipation of all time!
It was time to walk over to my delivery room, where again I had another nurse I loved ohhh so dearly. Her and I had bonded all those late nights while I was in Antepartum and she was just great at her job. I told her all my concerns and thoughts and she totally backed me in everything. She made all the calls with her knowledge and my requests. She was just perfect! The great part too was that I had her all to myself because there weren't a lot of women in labor so she was able to spoil me with all her attention and time. She kicked it with us during the down times. She was there like 90% of the time.
I got my epidural at 10:30pm. Right before the anesthesiologist walked in, I had the most painful contraction ever in all my history of life. That one I was breathing super intensely, and my nurse freaked out saying I would hyperventilate... but I ignored her because that pain couldn't pass fast enough. I felt as though I could feel my pupils dilate. The chemical realeased during that moment coated over my nervous system and shot through my brain like needles. It was the craziest sensation. Then the gas man came in, gave me that lovely drug, and I felt the best I had felt in MONTHS!!! I freaking love epidurals. I had no idea how much pain I really was in that last month and a half of pregnancy. I specifically asked for no patocine because Ekemona didn't do well with it, so I wanted to wait to see if it was something I needed and my nurse agreed. How many of you get Labor Shakes? I've had them with all three deliveries and it was just out of control! My poor mom was so worried she didn't know what to do. She kept wanting to get me a blanket and I was fine. I felt nice and toasty.
They offered to break my water at 11:30pm when I was at a 7, but my mom had run to the store and I wanted to wait for her. So they came back and broke my water a little after midnight. I was progressing great, I couldn't feel anything, but I felt the need to push, which was so awesome because I never had that feeling before. We did a test run of pushing, my nurse counted "4...5...6... OKAY STOP, STOP, STOP!! You are crowning I need to call the doctor!" It took 20 minutes for my awesome doctor to get there. If I didn't hear him laughing down the hall, I would have just pushed and made Gian catch her ahahah. It's hard being patient while in labor. Since my contractions were all over the place and not consistent, my nurse thought I could do it on my own without the contractions. So I started pushing and in less then a minute, and in two pushes, she was here at 1:54am!
She was so alert and so focused
She was totally worth the wait!! Recovery was better then the other two pregnancies and I felt like I was on cloud nine. I also need to emphasize how difficult the recovery and everything in general was with the twins. So in comparison I felt like this whole experience was a walk in the park. The tail end of my pregnancy was just hard on my feet, legs and back. I was so tired all the time, so every detail was a strong form of gratitude to finally making the next chapter in our lives, to move on and enjoy the fun stuff!
My favorite thing about sweet little Evie, is that from the moment we brought her home she has felt older then she really is. Gian and I always say something along the lines like, "I can't believe it's only been 5 weeks, it feels like she's been here forever!" It's the greatest thing to feel like she was here all along!! She hasn't missed a beat!
Holding her for the very first time
Since the twins were a C section, I wanted to do everything in my power to have a VBAC {vaginal birth after cesarian} which meant that my body had to declare labor naturally on it's own. Since she was my third pregnancy, she held strong to that wives' tale of it really being a "wild card."
I thought she would come early for several reasons. One, being that the twins came early and since the twins and Eve are only 15 months apart, I figured there was no way that my body could go through all that "trauma" again. Second, I thought she would come June 4th because that was the day of a very close friend's birthday who passed away when we were both sixteen. FALSE... she came at 41 weeks exactly. Every time I went in to the doctors I was "barely at a 1," he would say. There was no way to scrape my membranes or break my water. I was starting to panic I would have to get another C section if I made it to 42 weeks with no progress. I cried a lot those last few weeks. It was so hard to wait and be patient. I did accupuntre, I ate all those meals that claim to jump start labor, I did all the stimulation that gets your body working... NOTHING!!! NUH-THING!! So I was convinced everything that people claimed to work is just coincidence.
Then finally I woke up Thursday morning in pain!!! Pain that came and went that felt like it came in waves!! It was so clear it was labor pain because of the amount of pain! My mom was scheduled to fly out that same day at 1pm. By noon, my mom was calling a million and one people to reschedule everything including her flight that was supposed to depart in less then 90 minutes. The tricky thing about everything was that my contractions weren't exactly consistent so we wanted to wait until the contractions were less then ten minutes apart before we packed up the car. Literally, the second my mom hung up the last phone call to wrap up her work stuff my contractions stopped... for two whole hours. We joked saying it was false labor and I crawled back into bed to take a nap at 4pm. Within 15 minutes they came back and stayed about 15 minutes apart for 1 minute long. With that rate, I figured I would wait for Gian to come home and heck, do my hair and make up. Honestly if it wasn't for the pain I don't think I ever would have left for the hospital, but the pain still wasn't even all that bad, like a 4-5 on a scale from 1-10.
Gian came home, we {including my mom} load edup the car, kissed the kids goodbye and tucked them in to bed while a friend stayed back at our place. Gian wanted to stop and get food because he hadn't eaten since lunch, so there was no way he was going to get stuck eating hospital food at who knows what time for who knew how long. We swung by a drive-through and that was one of the biggest contractions I had ever felt so far. I felt like I understood what all the movies have portrayed. Gian said something all happy and excited, because he was, and in my head I was dropping F-bombs and I grasped tightly to his arm and said in a low grunting voice, "Don't talk to me right now!" Then it passed and I was happy again. I was trying to manage that pain while sitting in a car not able to do much about it.
We park and as I walked towards the hospital, another contraction hit me. A sweet lady ran and got me a wheelchair and I felt so embarrassed. I told her I was fine before she could even reach the wheeley object. I had to reassure her several times I was fine, and again I swear that was my last contraction for like an hour!
We went to triage and checked in at 8pm on the dot... but guess what you guys... this is the very best part... I KNEW ALL THE NURSES WORKING THAT NIGHT!!! Why, ohh because I lived in the hospital for two months pregnant with not one, but two tiny girls, just 15 months previously. They all remembered me instantly and were shocked to see me back so soon. Ahaha SURPRISE!!! Ok, back to story. While my beloved triage nurses checked me to confirm labor, slash, see my progress, she shouted in an excited voice {knowing how I have tried everything under the moon to start labor up until 3 days previously}, "YOU'RE AT A 6!!" Ohhh I think I heard harken angels singing and blowing their trumpets right above my face as I threw my head back dramatically onto the hospital flimsy pillow. I was beyond happy about that news! I was soooooo thrilled to see what our beautiful baby was going to look like! I was so excited to finally hold her and love her! Would she have hair? Was she going to look like her siblings? It was the best anticipation of all time!
It was time to walk over to my delivery room, where again I had another nurse I loved ohhh so dearly. Her and I had bonded all those late nights while I was in Antepartum and she was just great at her job. I told her all my concerns and thoughts and she totally backed me in everything. She made all the calls with her knowledge and my requests. She was just perfect! The great part too was that I had her all to myself because there weren't a lot of women in labor so she was able to spoil me with all her attention and time. She kicked it with us during the down times. She was there like 90% of the time.
I got my epidural at 10:30pm. Right before the anesthesiologist walked in, I had the most painful contraction ever in all my history of life. That one I was breathing super intensely, and my nurse freaked out saying I would hyperventilate... but I ignored her because that pain couldn't pass fast enough. I felt as though I could feel my pupils dilate. The chemical realeased during that moment coated over my nervous system and shot through my brain like needles. It was the craziest sensation. Then the gas man came in, gave me that lovely drug, and I felt the best I had felt in MONTHS!!! I freaking love epidurals. I had no idea how much pain I really was in that last month and a half of pregnancy. I specifically asked for no patocine because Ekemona didn't do well with it, so I wanted to wait to see if it was something I needed and my nurse agreed. How many of you get Labor Shakes? I've had them with all three deliveries and it was just out of control! My poor mom was so worried she didn't know what to do. She kept wanting to get me a blanket and I was fine. I felt nice and toasty.
They offered to break my water at 11:30pm when I was at a 7, but my mom had run to the store and I wanted to wait for her. So they came back and broke my water a little after midnight. I was progressing great, I couldn't feel anything, but I felt the need to push, which was so awesome because I never had that feeling before. We did a test run of pushing, my nurse counted "4...5...6... OKAY STOP, STOP, STOP!! You are crowning I need to call the doctor!" It took 20 minutes for my awesome doctor to get there. If I didn't hear him laughing down the hall, I would have just pushed and made Gian catch her ahahah. It's hard being patient while in labor. Since my contractions were all over the place and not consistent, my nurse thought I could do it on my own without the contractions. So I started pushing and in less then a minute, and in two pushes, she was here at 1:54am!
She was so alert and so focused
She was totally worth the wait!! Recovery was better then the other two pregnancies and I felt like I was on cloud nine. I also need to emphasize how difficult the recovery and everything in general was with the twins. So in comparison I felt like this whole experience was a walk in the park. The tail end of my pregnancy was just hard on my feet, legs and back. I was so tired all the time, so every detail was a strong form of gratitude to finally making the next chapter in our lives, to move on and enjoy the fun stuff!
My favorite thing about sweet little Evie, is that from the moment we brought her home she has felt older then she really is. Gian and I always say something along the lines like, "I can't believe it's only been 5 weeks, it feels like she's been here forever!" It's the greatest thing to feel like she was here all along!! She hasn't missed a beat!
Holding her for the very first time
Gian holding her for the first time.
And just like that we became a family of SIX!! Peoples, we have a big family! We have had four kids in 3.5 years/ three kids in 15 months. We just celebrated our 5th wedding anniversary! I don't know how this all happened, but life has moved at lightening speed!!! We couldn't be happier... cliche, yeah I know, but it's the truth.... Maybe that's why you hear everyone say it!!
Our friends back from our college days, Sarah and John ,came by to visit! Sarah just so happens to be a nurse and work at that hospital too! It was awesome!!
Our friend Jen came to visit. She is such a great friend!!
From the moment Eve was born, she has always done the most precious things with her hands by her face. She is also the first of my babies to be born with eyelashes.
Be still my heart!! (Cozy Headband by Bloomies Handmade)
And just like that we became a family of SIX!! Peoples, we have a big family! We have had four kids in 3.5 years/ three kids in 15 months. We just celebrated our 5th wedding anniversary! I don't know how this all happened, but life has moved at lightening speed!!! We couldn't be happier... cliche, yeah I know, but it's the truth.... Maybe that's why you hear everyone say it!!
This was my labor and delivery nurse! I love her!
My beautiful mom and beautiful Eve
Eve's little coming home outfit!! Headband by Bloomies Handmade.
Tuesday, September 16, 2014
And Eve Was Blessed
On August 3rd at only at 5 weeks old we decided to have Eve be given a blessing and name in our church. We planned it because my whole family was in town and it just so happened that Gian's friend, Brad and his family, were in town too. The timing was perfect. Busy but perfect. I personally do not like blessing my babies so early, mostly because I'm still trying to learn how to get organized and I'm still sleep deprived and it's always a new adjustment, but we did it. And sadly we did it without many photos. Four kids 3.5 years and younger just seemed more of a fight for photos than I wanted to give. Add in the other six cousins and the very humid hot weather that day, I just waved my white flag and did us three. Our friend Whitney was taking our photos and insisted we do one with the other three kids. I am sooooooo happy she insisted and was so willing even though she had two munchkins running around. So just know despite these sparse pictures there were a lovely amount of family and close friends who came to support us as we blessed our fourth child, and third daughter. It was a beautiful and peaceful day!
A special shout out to Hillary from Alta Moda in Salt Lake City for hooking me up with the most amazing and beautiful fabric I ever laid eyes on. Making Eve's gown was so much fun!!
So This Happened
Hello blogging world... it has been so long. This is the first time my fingertips are even touching a keyboard/computer. WOW, have I lost my typing skills. I live on my phone now... these letter/buttons are spread out way further than I remembered!!!
So you know, I haven't been on this blog in like 12 months... well you know what can happen to a woman's body in that time...
SURPRISE!!!!
Yep you got that right, I disappeared and had another baby, but if you follow me on Instagram or Facebook then you already knew that. So we had another sweet, beautiful and fabulous girl!
We named her Eve. She weighed 7lbs 2oz and 20" {our biggest and tallest baby yet}. She came at 1:54am.
She was exactly one week over due and come the end of June.
Isn't she amazing!
She is 11 weeks old, and ohh my heavens do her siblings love her! They just are the sweetest with her. I am constantly touched at the way these tiny children show their love. Ekemona loves to rub her head/hair and say "hiiiiiiii baby!!! She so cuuuuuuute!" In the highest, funniest voice ever ahahah. The twins love her and literally snuggle her. Snow tries to pick her up to hold her... as you can imagine, this stresses me out tremendously. Rose loves to shove the pacifier in her mouth and lay on top of her to give her hugs during belly time... again high stress levels there.
When Eve first stepped into the Garden of Eden... Hahahahah
We chose her name because of Eve from the Bible. To us, Eve was the most perfect example of what an eternal family is. "We and all mankind are forever blessed because of Eve's great courage and wisdom... We don't know all the help Eve was to Adam and to their family. But we do know of one great gift that she gave, which each of you can also give: she helped her family see the path home when the way ahead seemed hard." President Henry B. Eyring. To hear the whole talk click here. I heard this while pregnant with Eve during the Spring, and it was just that moment I knew it was her name. I came running home to Gian to share this new excitement and he agreed, which never happens ahaha. So far her name has been accurate! I just look at her and see how not only our family, but how I have grown tremendously. Even though it seemed impossible at times, she, like Eve, was a beacon and light of faith.
Well here you go world, you finally get to meet our sweetest little Evie! {Newborn photos to come}
P.S. Feel free to follow us on Instagram- @haolepinos. Just leave a comment here so I know you are trying to add a request. Sometimes if I don't know who is who I just ignore the request.
So you know, I haven't been on this blog in like 12 months... well you know what can happen to a woman's body in that time...
SURPRISE!!!!
Yep you got that right, I disappeared and had another baby, but if you follow me on Instagram or Facebook then you already knew that. So we had another sweet, beautiful and fabulous girl!
We named her Eve. She weighed 7lbs 2oz and 20" {our biggest and tallest baby yet}. She came at 1:54am.
She was exactly one week over due and come the end of June.
Isn't she amazing!
She is 11 weeks old, and ohh my heavens do her siblings love her! They just are the sweetest with her. I am constantly touched at the way these tiny children show their love. Ekemona loves to rub her head/hair and say "hiiiiiiii baby!!! She so cuuuuuuute!" In the highest, funniest voice ever ahahah. The twins love her and literally snuggle her. Snow tries to pick her up to hold her... as you can imagine, this stresses me out tremendously. Rose loves to shove the pacifier in her mouth and lay on top of her to give her hugs during belly time... again high stress levels there.
When Eve first stepped into the Garden of Eden... Hahahahah
We chose her name because of Eve from the Bible. To us, Eve was the most perfect example of what an eternal family is. "We and all mankind are forever blessed because of Eve's great courage and wisdom... We don't know all the help Eve was to Adam and to their family. But we do know of one great gift that she gave, which each of you can also give: she helped her family see the path home when the way ahead seemed hard." President Henry B. Eyring. To hear the whole talk click here. I heard this while pregnant with Eve during the Spring, and it was just that moment I knew it was her name. I came running home to Gian to share this new excitement and he agreed, which never happens ahaha. So far her name has been accurate! I just look at her and see how not only our family, but how I have grown tremendously. Even though it seemed impossible at times, she, like Eve, was a beacon and light of faith.
Well here you go world, you finally get to meet our sweetest little Evie! {Newborn photos to come}
P.S. Feel free to follow us on Instagram- @haolepinos. Just leave a comment here so I know you are trying to add a request. Sometimes if I don't know who is who I just ignore the request.
Thursday, September 26, 2013
Muscle Memory
I step on to the treadmill... I almost forgot how to even start the dang thing. It rapidly speeds up to 4.5mph where it's that awkward speed where you think you could walk, but you can't, but it's not an average running speed. My legs start to burn. I have to take some short 5-10 second breathers frequently. My body is so confused because it hasn't been able to be very active in over a year, not to mention what bed rest had done to my body.
As I started running, the burn in my muscles KILLED!!! I wondered how I was ever going to make it through a mile. I realized at that point it was just going to be a mental game. How much can I endure? How much can I push through? I realized how often I was taking miniature breaks for my legs to chill out, and every time I would set a goal to go longer and longer, but somewhere along the line I found myself in a zone. I was having thoughts that carried me through into a thread of pain.
ENDURE... this word is my personal anthem. It carries a tune of such truth and motivation to me and the little song it sings in my head is very emotional. I kept repeating "endure" in my head over and over again. Before I knew it that pain in my legs had transpired into a warm comfortable feeling, like when you eat warm soup on a cold day. As that warmth fully engulfed my calves, I felt it move up into my knees and to my quads where I could feel my legs regain blood to its tissue. That warmth is what lifted my legs after each stride as if I had new wings. My legs seemed to be weightless and I became lost in time and in my thoughts. My thoughts were fueling me and giving me empowerment. I could feel an emotional release come through.
"Endure" strikes me so hard because I know I endured the pregnancy with the twins!! I endured the mental, emotional and physical burden and pain that was thrown at me while on bed rest. There are so many emotions that come from that experience that I just haven't worked out yet. Emotions that are still burried deep into the tissue of my muscles. The pain is still hiding in my body and it's not until I work out that I find that undiscovered trauma. The last few times I have worked out I literally break out into tears. Remembering the fear I had of losing not one baby but two babies, the fear of each day becoming more and more painful, the fear of feeling the pain of missing my son. Pain was found everywhere in those two months in the hospital. I thought I was happy and great, I thought I was strong and awesome... but here I am six months after the twins were born and I'm still discovering that I haven't worked out the trauma of that experience, not realizing that I possessed so much fear.
I know I should get over it!!! I thought I was already!! How has this pain been hiding? Have you heard of muscle memory before? You know when you keep your toothbrush in the same exact spot for a year or two and then you decide you want to get a new toothbrush stand but this will also cause you to maybe change up your routine. So for the first several weeks no matter how hard you try, your hand will always reach for the place of where you toothbrush use to be. You laugh and think, "Man I should really get use to this by now... talk about old habits dying hard!" It's not just a habit, it's your muscle literally remembering those exact details of you physical surroundings. With that said, I believe it also carries emotions. When I was 16 I lived with our family friends for a year to be with them for several reasons, one was that they had a son my same exact age who unfortunately suffered a horrible brain injury three years previous. Doctors said he was brain dead and would stay in a constant stage of vegetation. However, I would beg to differ about some things. Living there I noticed that there were times when he would become very horrified. He would shout and scream and his whole body would shake. We would always run to him and comfort him to let him know he was okay and we would lay our hands on his body to give him a physical reminder. One of the first times I witnessed that I asked the nurse, "Why does he do that?" and she replied, "His body still holds onto the trauma of the accident and he will get scared from time to time." Our bodies are so spectacular. They work in such beautiful ways!! And our brain isn't the only one who holds memories.
Doesn't that give you a new insight of how our bodies react to addictions, or how our heart always knows how to beat, or how our skin knows how to heal a wound. These are not just amazing scientific facts, it's our bodies working with our spirit and mind. We are connected in so many ways to our bodies and our brain isn't the only tissue that is capable of retaining memories and emotions. Did you know that hugging each other literally places pressure on our nerve system that gives signals to our brain that we are calm and safe while also releasing endorphins... and you thought you just like to hug the ones you love ahahah. Nope!! Our bodies communicate so much to our brains AND WE DON'T EVEN KNOW IT!!!
As I was running I could feel the blood flow deep into my muscles. I could feel all that I experienced from being on bed rest. It seemed to carry through into my blood stream and up into my brain where flash backs began to come, causing tears to stream down my face. The toxins were finally leaving my body! Running is healing, and tonight I discovered it is essential to me as an individual. It is a part of my life like sleeping and eating. It literally has elements of purpose to the human function. It completes the part of my body that I can't do otherwise. It's the part that I truly missed while being tied up to a monitor 24/7. I can't say I am going to become a hard core runner, but I can say that it does provide me sanity and moments of healing.
Sunday, September 15, 2013
I Swore I Never Would....
I always said I would never pierce my babies' ears. I don't know why. It wasn't like I didn't like other babies with pierced ears... it just wasn't my thing. I didn't want my children to ever feel like looks are/was/is a big deal. I've had this inner battle since I was in the hospital on bed rest {where I had tons of time to think about it}. The pros and cons seemed about the same, but I knew if they were too identical, pierced ears would be in my benefit. Well the girls are super identical. There are literally only two people on this planet who have been right 90% of the time they guess... and guess what... those two people are not me and Gian. Yep, even Gian and I get confused more then we like to admit.
So here is my list of pros and cons
Pros Cons
No drama when they are I don't want them to feel
older like they are only pretty if...
It is easier to clean I feel selfish
Less chance of closing up What if I rob them of them having their
own experience
Other people can tell them Will people think I'm a bad mom for
apart not telling them apart
It will help them while in pre- Not sure if I like the look of earrings
school/nursery
If they don't want people to What if I regret it
tell them apart they can wear
the same earrings.
No one has ever said, "I What if they get jacked up
really regret getting my ears
pierced!!!"
It's next to their faces so it is Does it hurt them too much
easier than looking at their toe
nails
In the winter their feet will be I am just not sure how I feel about
covered any of it
It makes our lives a little less I didn't like my experience
complicated, which with
multiples is def. on the top of Is is age appropriate?
my list.
I don't have to keep painting I liked waiting/choosing for myself and
their toes, which is now the excitement that came with it
getting harder
It's consistent and I don't have Will they still look like babies?
to worry about it changing like
everything else on their body. What if they don't want to be different?
So that is a good, valid list right? Once we had twins I felt like it was a whole new ball game, but I just kind of felt in my gut it was something I needed to do. I was done painting their toes! I was getting tired of the whole task and now they are putting their feet in their mouths. I don't care if the paint is non-toxic... it's still chemicals that could go through their bodies and it's not solving the problem that their paint flakes off in 7 days or less, not to mention they are moving more and it's harder now that they aren't in their swings and I don't want to feel like I have one more chore to do!
But here was the deciding factor - I was holding Snow and I knew it was her, but we were dancing around the room, singing a song when I saw her reflection in the mirror and called her by her sister's name and then I had my usual twilight zone moment trying to figure out who I held last and why and where and how.... its a trippy moment!! ...and it happens ALL THE TIME!!! Like more than once a day... and at that moment I knew earrings would stop me from feeling like I live in a parallel universe.... all the time!
The next day at church, I realized how the earrings were growing on me and I felt like it wasn't taking away from their natural beauty, but instead I was confident who was who and I didn't need to compare them to each other or spaz out and connect the dots of who was where last when and why moment. I especially loved that Gian could pass me a girl and I didn't have to search her feet to confirm my thought... to later be proven wrong, or even compare her to her sissy. I like that the earrings are so close to the face because it keeps you focused on their different features. But mostly I loved telling people who was who with out having to think of the process ahahah.
So if you are debating if piercing your twins ears is the way to go... then think of this - When she is two, she will love knowing that her friends and family will call her by the right name just because of one small tiny detail that doesn't define her. She can change it at any moment to be just like her sister if she asks/wants. When she is two and in nursery her teachers will not go crazy trying to keep track or who is which, and at two it won't be too late to regret doing it because if you did do it... you know you're just in a world of hurt to pierce at that age! Like I mentioned before, "I really regret having pierced ears," said no girl EVER!!!
Ohhh PS Rose is PINK and Snow is PURPLE ahahah now you will always know too!
Now let's just laugh at how adorable this photo is!! And you can tell me who is who ;)
So here is my list of pros and cons
Pros Cons
No drama when they are I don't want them to feel
older like they are only pretty if...
It is easier to clean I feel selfish
Less chance of closing up What if I rob them of them having their
own experience
Other people can tell them Will people think I'm a bad mom for
apart not telling them apart
It will help them while in pre- Not sure if I like the look of earrings
school/nursery
If they don't want people to What if I regret it
tell them apart they can wear
the same earrings.
No one has ever said, "I What if they get jacked up
really regret getting my ears
pierced!!!"
It's next to their faces so it is Does it hurt them too much
easier than looking at their toe
nails
In the winter their feet will be I am just not sure how I feel about
covered any of it
It makes our lives a little less I didn't like my experience
complicated, which with
multiples is def. on the top of Is is age appropriate?
my list.
I don't have to keep painting I liked waiting/choosing for myself and
their toes, which is now the excitement that came with it
getting harder
It's consistent and I don't have Will they still look like babies?
to worry about it changing like
everything else on their body. What if they don't want to be different?
So that is a good, valid list right? Once we had twins I felt like it was a whole new ball game, but I just kind of felt in my gut it was something I needed to do. I was done painting their toes! I was getting tired of the whole task and now they are putting their feet in their mouths. I don't care if the paint is non-toxic... it's still chemicals that could go through their bodies and it's not solving the problem that their paint flakes off in 7 days or less, not to mention they are moving more and it's harder now that they aren't in their swings and I don't want to feel like I have one more chore to do!
But here was the deciding factor - I was holding Snow and I knew it was her, but we were dancing around the room, singing a song when I saw her reflection in the mirror and called her by her sister's name and then I had my usual twilight zone moment trying to figure out who I held last and why and where and how.... its a trippy moment!! ...and it happens ALL THE TIME!!! Like more than once a day... and at that moment I knew earrings would stop me from feeling like I live in a parallel universe.... all the time!
The next day at church, I realized how the earrings were growing on me and I felt like it wasn't taking away from their natural beauty, but instead I was confident who was who and I didn't need to compare them to each other or spaz out and connect the dots of who was where last when and why moment. I especially loved that Gian could pass me a girl and I didn't have to search her feet to confirm my thought... to later be proven wrong, or even compare her to her sissy. I like that the earrings are so close to the face because it keeps you focused on their different features. But mostly I loved telling people who was who with out having to think of the process ahahah.
So if you are debating if piercing your twins ears is the way to go... then think of this - When she is two, she will love knowing that her friends and family will call her by the right name just because of one small tiny detail that doesn't define her. She can change it at any moment to be just like her sister if she asks/wants. When she is two and in nursery her teachers will not go crazy trying to keep track or who is which, and at two it won't be too late to regret doing it because if you did do it... you know you're just in a world of hurt to pierce at that age! Like I mentioned before, "I really regret having pierced ears," said no girl EVER!!!
Ohhh PS Rose is PINK and Snow is PURPLE ahahah now you will always know too!
Now let's just laugh at how adorable this photo is!! And you can tell me who is who ;)
Thursday, September 12, 2013
Wordless Wednesday: 9/11
May we never forget those who are the real super heroes. Today was kind of an amazing day for this kid! Ohhhh and he touched nearly every button on the planet and almost started the engine! It was love at first sight for all who participated!! {We even brought them cookies!}
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