Well, I'm finally caught up! We've been busy busy since getting home last Tuesday. Mike is finishing up his first week back at school, and I've been busy getting things back to normal and trying to get our family well. We thought we were all over that weird 3-week flu bug, but the girls started back into diarrhea and the throw-ups a few days ago. I took them into the doctors on Tuesday, and nobody there had heard of anything like this. Comforting. So, (
warning . . . grossness ahead), we left stool samples for the lab to test, and we're just waiting for results. But, the good news is, the girls haven't thrown up in 3 days now, and their diapers are just about back to normal. So, we may find out what it is/was, or we may not. But I'm really hopeful that we're past it. Yuck.
Ok. Enough about that. I had my first midwife appointment a week ago (at 20 weeks). Yes, there's a baby in there. We find out what it is next Wednesday. Pretty exciting! I was very impressed with the midwife and nurse I saw, as well as all the staff I met at OU, where I've decided to go. Bedside manner was fabulous, and everyone introduced themselves by first name (even the desk people would say something like, ". . . and if you need anything, my name's . . . .). Some HR person knows what he/she is doing. I was impressed. And, of course, in true Oklahoma style, everyone was chatty chatty. After just one visit, I knew more about my nurse, midwife, and the lab tech who drew my blood than I knew about anyone at the Pleasant Grove clinic, with whom I delivered 2 babies.
(Ha. I have the funniest child. I have had a dickens of a time getting Mariah to nap since we got home. I realize there are many 3-year-olds in the world who do not nap, but I don't know how their mothers do it. This mother cannot. I NEED my 90 child-less minutes each day. I don't even care if she sleeps; I just want her to disappear for 90 minutes. So, anyway, I was at my whits' end. Yesterday, I finally pulled down our extra carseat from the attic. I told her if she comes out of my room (where she naps), I'll strap her in the carseat for the rest of her nap. Well, 2 minutes later, she came out. I strapped her in the carseat, propped up and nestled with pillows, in the middle of my bed. She whined but then slept for an hour and a half. Mother bliss. So, here we are on the second day of the carseat saga. I again told Mariah if she comes out, I will strap her in the carseat. Five minutes later, out she came, with a blanket draped over her head (I think to shield herself from my reaction). I said, "Bummer. Let's go get in the carseat." She got a huge grin on her face and practically skipped back to my room. I asked her if she likes sleeping in the carseat. She hesitantly said, "Mm-hmm." (I think she thought if she likes it I might come up with some other form of punishment.) Wonderful, I say. She can sleep in the carseat every day for all I care. I get my 90 minutes.)
Sorry about the long aside. Here are some photos of the girls since we got home. In some they're just being goofy princesses. The others are of when they got into the size 6 box.
