Milk Drunk

One of the funniest, most peaceful and short lived moments is right after the babies have nursed. They are completely relaxed and dazed, and have no awareness of anything that’s happening around them. Rachel has mostly mastered feeding them both at the same time, and this is what it looks like right when they are done.

Dude. I said, dude.
Dude, you got Vulcan ears. Vulcan, dude. You listening? I think I'm gonna hurl.

Dazed and Confused

Jesse has been fussy ever since he was born. He has two modes, crying and sleeping. Noah has three settings, crying, sleeping, chomping on pacifier. We’re pretty sure that it’s been gas that making Jesse fussy, so we’ve been giving him baby gas medicine and Rachel has stopped eating dairy (which is a HUGE sacrifice on her part. She just gives and gives). We’re beginning to see some progress and today he had a new setting: chill. He just hung out for around 10 minutes, calm and exploring the world. Apparently, we weren’t the only ones surprised to see him relaxed.

I am confused?
I am confused?

P.S. That’s my knee sticking out behind the right side of Jesse’s head, not a hairy tumor. He was sitting on my stomach.

Two Weeks

Today Jesse and Noah are two weeks old. Aside from fattening up a bit, we haven’t seen much change. Yesterday, Jesse weighed in just over 7 pounds and Noah was just under. The only noticeable change in the way they respond to the world is that they now startle when they hear loud unexpected noises (just like me!).

Noah’s nursing has gotten better since Rachel saw a lactation consultant on Sunday and Jesse has been less fussy now that we are giving him baby anti-gas drops. Rachel is also doing much better and is recovering very well from the surgery. In the past two weeks, including the birth, she has lost more than 40 pounds and is starting to feel a whole lot more like herself. As for me, I’ve mostly been able to get my SocialStrength work done, but I do have to take breaks to run household errands and have some baby time. Still without the help of Rachel’s mom last week and her sister Sara this week, I wouldn’t have been able to work hardly at all and Rachel would be a sleep deprived mess.

The birth of these two boys 14 days ago has impacted our lives like the crossing of an event horizon, but where I thought we would find overwhelming pressure on the other side we have instead been enveloped in fatigue and numbing beauty.

One Week Today

Today Jesse and Noah are one week old. They are doing really well and almost back up to their birth weight. They are healthy, strong, easygoing, and eating like champs. With great eating comes great… well, you know. But even though today is their one week birthday, I want to write for a moment about the real champ here. Rachel.

I can’t even begin to express how absolutely in awe I am of Rachel. I’ve always known how strong and capable she is, but the grace and power with which she carried two very large babies to term, and the resilience and perseverance that she has shown in the past week in caring for Noah and Jesse is beyond anything I could have imagined – especially after having undergone birth by caesarean. I know that I would never have been anywhere near as upbeat as she has mostly been throughout the pregnancy, the birth and the very sleepless first week of their lives. She is a miracle.

Rachel hasn’t done this alone. There are several contributing factors that have been keeping her going. First and foremost is Grandma Susan (shout out to Mrs. Hornor’s 3rd grade class at Evergreen Elementary for sharing her with us – oh and to Professor Hornor too). Twins are a lot of work and almost every task requires two people. Grandma has been there consistently to help care for the boys, but more importantly, she’s been there to take care of her baby, Rachel. Also, I’ve been reading to Rachel all of the cards, Facebook posts, blog comments, and emails that all of you have been sending. The love and support and generosity that you have shown has been sustaining to us, so keep it up.

At Home

We made it home yesterday after an eventful departure from the hospital (as you already saw). Today was a big day for all of us. Jesse and Noah both had their first bath (excluding the one right after birth), we had to figure out the whole feeding thing again, the boys got some sun on our front deck, and everyone got to nap. Okay, so maybe it wasn’t that big a day, but it sure seemed like it while it was happening.

The main event, as I’m sure all of you are just dying to know, is that Jesse finally pooped after not pooping for three days. Considering that he’s only been around for four days, that means that for 75% of his life he was poopless. Not a good thing. However, once the floodgates were opened, he was all about it and pooped twice more making up for lost time. As you can imagine, Rachel and I are very proud.

Here are some photos from when we came home. Click on the images for larger views.