I think I'm making a pattern of when I blog... I've noticed that I don't blog on my days off. I'm usually too tired at the end of the day and seeing as though I rarely sleep when people should (at night) I take advantage of sleep on my days off. And I like to blog at the end of my day, but I've fallen asleep before the kids have these last 2 nights. Sooo, lets play catch up...
Wednesday... Tim came home early, which made me happy. I totally missed 'The Doctors' episode that featured Kayleigh and her family... I was a little more than upset. I may order the DVD of the episode. My sugar decided it was going to go crazy.. it was 422 (normal range is 80-120). I love my insulin pump.. It gave me the correction dose. I checked it again probably about an hr later.. it wouldn't even register on my meter, all it said was HI. I knew that meant it was over 600 and I felt like poo. I took another correction and went to bed. I woke up about midnight, still feeling like I'd been hit with a 2x4 (whatever that is), checked my sugar again and it was still over 600. WTF!!! I changed out my reservoir and infusion set (the stuff that makes the insulin get from Point A, the pump, to Point B, my body). Gave myself another correction and went back to bed.
Thursday... I woke up, checked my sugar, 84. It was about time! And then my day was crammed full of plans. I wanted to take the kids to a Strawberry farm. I was to spend 4 hrs. getting beautified. Plus clean the house so we could have people come over. I knew after the night before that I wasn't going to get a quarter of what I wanted done, done. So I settled... I half assed cleaned my house and people came over. We will go to the Strawberry farm next week. Tuesday looks good. 72 high and no rain in the forecast (yet). As for the 4 hrs of beauty? Yeah, that's a luxury that will be put off until... Kids are graduated from college.
Today... Tim let me sleep in late since I had to work tonight. I love him. So I played with kids for awhile after I woke up. Abby started fussing so we put her down for a nap at about 11:30. That's usually lunch time, but she was asleep and the schedule isn't set in stone, so I let her. Nate ate about 12, like always, and then we played. Abby woke up at 12:30, hungry! I mean she wanted her food ready yesterday. She was not a happy child. She ate and then they both took a nap at 2:30. Nice, one is always awake when the other was asleep. I really had time to myself! Heaven! or so I thought... Abby woke up an hour later, screaming and hollering. Nothing made her happy. I held her, I put her in the floor, I put her in her bounce bounce baby, jenny jump up, I gave her toys, I took toys away. I sat her up, I laid her down, I gave her a bottle, I took the bottle, I gave it to her again, I took it away again. This child was bound and determined to be unhappy. So fine, be mad. Nate woke up during this time of playing "piss off Abby" and tried his hardest to please her too. He finally went to his room and played quietly. He's such a good boy. I finally left her in the floor, where nothing could hurt her and she couldn't hurt herself, and gave Nate a bath. He loves taking bathes, especially with bubbles. So he had a bubble bath and I gave him some chocolate for being so good. After he was done with the bath, I fixed his supper and he ate and we acted like Abby wasn't there, although she was screaming at the top of her lungs... literally screaming.. There were no tears. There was no gasping breaths. She was fine.
After Nate was done, I sat on the couch with him and he started to tickle me (warning sign that he wants to play). So I chased him around the house for a while and finally crashed in the floor (near Abby) and I noticed, as I ran around, she had stopped screaming. So we went to the floor where she decided she was going to climb on me and try to join in on the fun. Of course we let her and she started laughing and playing. I guess she figured if you can't beat 'em, join 'em.
Tomorrow we have a playdate with Emily, Braxton, Brennan, and Brooklyn at Discovery Center. I'm super excited. I love hanging out with them. They are the bestest. And I don't have any other friends with kids that are preemie, and it's nice to share our experiences especially with our girls so close in age.