This Wednesday I will go to my six week post-op appointment with my OB. I can hardly believe that is has been almost six weeks since my boys entered this world and my dream came true! This past six weeks have been bliss, but also challenging. Bliss in that is has been wonderful to feel like my family is finally complete at this time, but challenging because having two babies is a lot to adjust to.
DH and I were talking the other day about how much we love our three boys and how thankful we are to have each of them. After one particular tiring day and night I told DH that I love them all, but would have been happy to have just one baby but that we hit the jackpot and got two. Even though we hit the jackpot and got TWO babies, it has also been a lot of work--not complaining, just sayin'.
My DH has been an amazing help (as he should be!!) and because it is the winter time he has only been working about 20 hours per week. This has allowed him to be home more during the day and to bring Logan to his various activities so that I don't have to trudge the babies out in the cold frozen tundra that is Minnesota. We have also had the opportunity to tag team and be productive in making sure that meals are made, laundry is done and our three small children are being tended to. We have even ventured out for "Family Fun Days" to break up the monotony of winter and bring Logan on adventures.
Last night DH and I were talking before we went to bed about my c-section and the recovery. My incision has not broken open, but in the last week there is a spot that has been really tender to the touch and has been causing me quite a bit of discomfort. I am starting to wonder if I may have broken open a stitch internally or if I rubbed that part of my incision the wrong way somehow and it is causing this irritation. I told DH that having a c-section with twins is equivalent to going in for surgery (any major surgery) and having to go back to work four days later with triple the work load. Sure, I have been able to take a couple of naps and my DH has been really helpful, but that's pretty much it. We have had virtually no other help from anyone. In hindsight, perhaps I wish we would have hired a night nurse to come two nights per week or some other day time help, but we didn't and the people who offered to help us have never quite materialized at my front door. But, you know what? It's okay. I may not be Super Woman, but I sure as heck can hold my own when dealing with my four boys (yes, on occasion my husband can be considered one of the boys I need to take care) and I am hoping that in just a few short weeks Caden and Colton will drop one of their night time feedings so that we will all be getting some continuous hours of sleep soon.
For those that have sent beautiful gifts, given verbal moral support and have dropped off meals- to you we are eternally grateful! People have come out of the woodwork to make our lives just a wee bit easier and oh, the beautiful gifts we have received that we never anticipated! We have gotten several personalized blankets and bath towels, a diaper cake, outfits and more outfits, an edible fruit arrangement and a beautiful hydrangea bouquet.
And to the strangers who we have encountered while out and about- no, we haven't gotten any help, but somehow we are doing it on our own and I am so proud of the bond that DH and I have strengthened by pulling together to "git r done".