The 4-year wrap-up

We finally made it in for the 4 year check ups this week. I always get asked how big they are, so here are the official numbers for each...

Payton - She is 38 pounds and 39 inches tall. That puts her at 32% for height and 77% for weight.
Parker - He is a whooping 30 pounds and 37 inches tall. That puts him at 11% for weight and 3% for height.

Everything looks good, there are no special concerns at this time. They got their flu shots and we are good to go for now!

In other weekly doctor news....

Parker and I spent Sunday night in the ER. After a day of sounding a little strange, he really started to tank after dinner. We were greeted by a nurse who instantly took us back to a room when we got there. The ER doctor commented on how big Parker has gotten (I don't think I want an ER doc to know us that well) and the nurse aid asked if Parker went to Respite Care (because she remembered him from her clinical time). The official ruling...croup with exacerbated stridor, reactive airway and tracheomalacia. Sigh. After some mega-steroids and a special type of breathing treatment that we can't do at home, and we were allowed to go home. He's been a little weeny the past couple days but is coming around. Hope this isn't an indicator for the rest of the season.

Have a great week!!! As always, there's more exciting stuff coming!!!

We Went, We Marched

This past Saturday we headed down down for March for Babies. I just didn't have it in me for all the work that comes with getting a big team together, fundraisers, etc. But we did go walk, we did get some donations and we went to be part. We ran into some of the nurses from Bergan that remembered us. We saw one of the kids' teachers who was there walking for her own preemie. Lots to see and do, lots of puppies to pet, it was a good time.

We made sure to check out the entire area before the walk actually started. The twins thought they should carb load to be ready.

They did a great job on the walk. So proud of them!

And just for a well rounded reminder of all the preemie stuff...we had to hit the ER Saturday evening with Parker. He lost his balance on the stairs and slid backwards down them on his tummy. For most kids, no big deal. For kids with g-button, that's a bad combo. He told me his button hurt. When I looked at it it was half pulled out. I couldn't get it out to change it and put a new one in and he was screaming like he never does. So him and I went to the ER for a little help.Since I had an extra button already and just needed some help getting the button out, we didn't go to Children's this time and went to Mercy which is much closer.  I'm pretty sure we made the doctor's night. He kept saying "I don't ever get to do this" and "I don't usually get to see this kind of stuff". He also looked like he could have sat there all night as I told him the very brief version of Parker's history. We were home pretty quick...all better and a brand new button.

Eye rolls and hoorays...

The past week has been full of eye rolls and a few hoorays from me here. It's not anyones fault or something anyone has done, it's just life.

The babies have been sick. We've seen the pediatrician 3 times in the past week (eye roll), and three sets of med changes from him (eye roll). Payton and I had an emergency room trip Friday night (eye roll). While there we had a few people who weren't listening (eye roll) and some that did(hooray). We ended up being admitted at 1:00 a.m. and spend 10 hours there (eye roll) before being released (hooray). I've been doing round the clock breathing treatments including setting my alarms for 2 a.m. to to oxygen sat checks and treatments (eye roll). Luckily at this point, they mostly sleep through those (hooray). And between oral steroids and breathing treatments round the clock with steroids in them, we are sleeping less than our normal not so great (eye roll). Ever seen a toddler who's exhausted, starving but refusing to eat and hopped up on steroids? It's not pretty.

But the this week started off a little better (hooray). We went for our first bite of Christy Creme ice cream Monday afternoon. While we were there, Payton had her first embarrassing moment. You know this song...

 

We sing a modified version "Shake Your Baby" during bath time when we're getting out of the tub and both babies do a little dance and shake off and get wrapped up in their towels. While we were sitting with our ice cream, Payton looks at me and really loudly says "shake a baby" and starts to giggle. The lady in the booth behind us turned around and glared at me. I've been waiting for CPS to show up at the house ever since. 

 And here's a little bath time fun for a mid-week smile. Happy Wednesday!