So here is my 1st post! I actually started this blog after we found out I was pregnant back in July, but it got sidetracked for multiple reasons; however, here was my 1st post and pic on that blog...
"My husband Matt and I are expectant parents of identical twin girls! We both come from large families with lots of cousins, nieces and nephews (and our very own beloved goldendoodle), but this will bring a whole new dimension to our lives - and we are THRILLED about it! I am due March 5 and hope to greet these little girls as close to that date as possible.
The irony of seeing that I once thought my journey to parenthood would be 'boring' almost makes me fall to the floor in laughter. Boring I think not...there was 13 weeks of agonizing morning sickness, weekly appts. with our MFM (our baby specialist), several medical scares (incl. baby B having a single umbilical cord, a specialist from Riley having to perform an echocardiogram on both babies, and the constant concern of twin to twin transfusion looming in our minds), modified bedrest for many months, hospitalized bedrest for a week, restricted bedrest at home with monitors that controlled my every-10-minute contractions, 12 lbs of babies in my belly, and finally a regular check-up w/my OB that led her to say, "you are having babies today." I was 36 weeks and 4 days along. But the obvious missing piece of my 'boring' journey was the death of my dad on Dec. 8 and 2 1/2 weeks later on Dec. 26, the death of my mom...both to cancer...2 months before I delivered my baby girls. Lillian (Lilly) Jane was named after my dad, Larry Jerome, and my mother-in-law, Carol Jane. Diana Madelyn was named after my mom, Dianne Magdalene. (Sidenote: my mom did have a wish that I NOT use her middle name Magdalene because she hated it! So we changed it to Madelyn. It's a good thing Grandma Burger will never read this blog!) Miraculously, Lilly and Diana were healthy beautiful angels that brought our family great joy at a time of great sadness. There isn't a day that goes by that I don't wish my parents could have met them, but there also isn't a day that goes by that I am not thankful that these girls are healthy and thriving. I can't wait until they are old enough one day and I can tell them what true miracles they are. :)
And so it seems our lives have not become any less boring today...let me present a recap of our afternoon here at the Bajorek household...the girls' 2 month check-up with the pediatrician was at 3:45pm (according to our calendar which was recorded by Matt - keep that in mind as I proceed), so after a quick double-feeding, double diaper change, and 2 kids in the carseats, Matt comes home right as I receive a call from the pediatrician that our appt. was actually at 2:45...and we were late. She was not kind, but in the end after asking me 3 times how long it will take for us to get there, she said if we hurried we could still come in. So we load up the girls and Matt searches for the keys. And searches for the keys. And searches for the keys. No keys. Anywhere. Matt blames me, I blame Matt. So after a 10 minute search w/no success, I call the pediatrician's office and tell her that apparently we won't make it in time b/c we can't find our keys and according to her threat, we had to be there in 15 min. So we have to reschedule. And their next open date is....May 17...one month away. Are you kidding me? There is not ONE open spot in the next MONTH for our premature newborn twins?! Apparently not. Am I allowed to say 'pissed' on a blog? So I get in Matt's car, leave the girls in Matt's capable hands, and head to the grocery store until I realized I had no money, so instead I go to the nearest church parking lot and take in a HUGE deep breath. Feeling much better, I go home, get the girls in the stroller and head out the door. I can tell Matt's still looking for the keys. But we don't speak to each other - the "Burger pout" is on full display. When I get back from our stroll, there is a tow truck in our driveway towing away my car. Huh? Apparently lost keys = tow truck? Dumbfounded, but whatever...Matt and I still don't speak and I don't ask him why the heck he decided to call a tow truck. I decide to search for keys, and what do you know, there they are, on the table, in the kitchen, steps away from where we usually keep them, so I throw them (gently of course) across the table so Matt sees them, although still unable to speak. However, now our car is at the Infiniti dealership and our rescheduled 2-month pediatrician appt. is now our 3-month appt. Meanwhile the girls were fussy throughout all of this. After I found the keys I went upstairs, 5 minutes later Matt came upstairs, and we both started laughing so hard we couldn't stop. If only we had the appt. time right. Oh the joys of parenthood!!
