Devine Intervention

For the past few weeks I've felt like there has been a presences in the house.
I'll see something out of the corner of my eye, turn and there'll be nothing there.
Quite a few times I've gone to bed of a night and close my eyes, and my eyelids will glow like a light has been turned on, but when I open them there is no light.
I haven't felt scared, just puzzled, and maybe a little nervous.

Early Saturday morning I woke having not been awake all night and therefore was worried about the boys. I woke Baker Bob and asked if he'd been up to them at all. He hadn't and so offered to go and check on them. He came back to bed, the boys were fine and we started chatting about how lucky we were that they'd slept this long.

All of a sudden I could here a creaking coming over the baby monitor. It was the creak of the rocking chair going back and forth. I looked at Baker Bob wide eyed and as he crept out of bed to investigate, the baby monitor lit up with a huge amount of static.

Baker Bob found Mans completely unwrapped, rolled onto his belly and up the other end of the cot, flicking the rocking chair with his foot. A logical explanation for the noise. I just don't know how Mans managed to get unwrapped and move around so much in the 5 mins since Adam had been back from their room.

Then on Sunday I had a mission. Get the gardening done. But pregnant BFF rang and asked me to visit as we hadn't seen each other in about 4 weeks. So after much umming and arring we arranged it for later in the day and I went about cleaning the yards. We were heading out the door at 4 and all of a sudden my ankle gives out from underneath. I maintain that I didn't mis-step and Baker Bob, who was behind me, said that I fell really weird. Almost in slow motion.
It absolutely killed. I'm not someone who goes to tears easily over an injury but I was laying on the front porch balling my eyes out. We iced it but the visit to BFF was definitely cancelled.

The following day I get a call from BFF. Sunday night her hubby started vomitting and when they took him to hospital he was tested for swine flu. It was confirmed yesterday that he does have it. Out of 10 his infection is an 8.

My ankle injury is not as bad as first thought. After being laid up for one day, I can now walk with a hobble. My greater concern - was my fall devine intervention or just coincidence?
Do the boys have a guardian angel? And am I crazy to be pleased that I fell and hurt my ankle?

Sooky sooky la la

With a sprained ankle the last 4 days have been fun.
I have a house inspection next week and Baker Bob doesn't really get the concept of clean.
Linc has been in a terrible mood since Monday to the point where he doesn't want me to put him down and while I can now put weight on my ankle, hobbling around carrying a 9 kg baby isn't production to my house cleaning mission.
Mans has almost worked out how to get up in the crawling stance. He can get his knees under him, he just can't coordinate his arms as well.
He does rolls over though, which Lincoln has apparently forgotten how to do.
They have also both started to move around in their cots. Even though I wrap them. They manage to get loose and away they go.

We are counting down to the 6 month mark. I have already started organising their birthday and have a bunch of presents put away for Christmas/birthday.
I figure better be prepared at that time of year.

I also am organising a baby shower for a friend for early August, which hopefully will be fun.
Well, have to go Linc is loosing it again.

Eye Candy

For those on Facebook, sorry for the repeat.

I'm just so impressed with them, especially sinc Linc was in the worst of moods!

The Mighty Decisions of a Sleep Deprived Mummy

As I sit on the couch in the dark at 4 in the morning I realise with tired resignation that I have a huge decision to make.
Manning is lying in my arms almost back to sleep. His breathig calms and I get momentarily excited before he flays his arms around and grabs my chin or the neck of my top and his eyes flutter open and we start all over again.
I can hear Lincoln's light snoring in the other room and my bed beckons me back.
I need to weigh up my opinions.
Do I...
a) Put Manning back to bed and hope that he's asleep enough that he's not going to wake completely and disturb Lincoln, meaning many more hours my bed will stay cold.
b) Go climb into my bed with Manning. I wouldn't be as comfortable and every time he stirred I'd wake up but at least I'd be horizontal and he won't wake Lincoln.
c) Do I watch the clock tick over a little longer and reevaluate (a) and (b), possibly wasting more sleep time.

My mind races. It's all just too hard sometimes.

Nummy

I'm sitting eating lunch and the boys are beside me in their highchairs.
I'm making the required exaggerated eating noises (which they find hilarious) and as Adam sits down beside me I turn to the boys and say "MMM nummy!"
Adam looks at me weird and says, "What's nummy?"
I state simply, " That's mummy talk for yummy."
He rolls his eyes and fires back, "Yeah, well then you're a buckwit."

Hippy Hippy Raspberries

As a physiotherapist stands over your 5 month old son flexing his hip joints, the last thing you want to hear is, "Well, he'll be going home in a brace today." That's exactly what I was told at the Children's on Wednesday.

This issue with their hips has been going on since they were born. With Mans breech, his feet in my pelvis and his butt in a hammock of tummy fat, he essentially had the weight of his brother on his shoulders. It's routine for a baby born breech at the Women's to have an ultrasound at 6 weeks to check their hips. As they were twins they decided to check both of the boys' hips.

At the 6 week check the joint was immature and I was told it maybe because they were 3 weeks early and to come back in 6 weeks. 6 weeks later I'm told they are still immature but according to the ultrasound Lincoln's is worse. So I'm referred to a specialist at the Children's.
And that's were I was on Wednesday.

Adding to the physio's worry was that my mum was born with dislocated hips and was in hip braces for the first 6 months of her life. She assessed both the boys and could not find any physical problems with Linc's hips, even though according to his films his are worse. But Mans' left hip is really stiff. She decided to discuss the films and her diagnosis with some collegues and thankfully decided that for the time being we are to give Mans some physio and in 6 weeks time both the boys are going to have an x-ray.

I'm nervous about exposing the boys to x rays at such a young age.
I'm worried the physio won't work.
I'm paranoid the braces will need to be used and won't work.
The 20th of July is D-day.

On a happier note, it doesn't seem to be fazing either of them.
They are both rolling over more and more now, and are trying very hard to get their legs under their bums. They just don't have the arm strength to get up on all fours yet.
They are enjoying their solids. (Recommended to me by the MCHN so no hate mail please).
Their hand eye coordination is improving in leaps and bounds.
They are very very vocal, making you very aware of how they feel with their noises and tones.
And Mans has learnt to raspberry.

5 months old on Monday. Gee, time has really flown!