Spoiled

Well, the flight wasn't so bad. Flying business class is fucking awesome. I never really thought economy was that bad but now that I've gone business, economy is so... for the masses. They had a little bassinet for each of the kids, they gave us tonnes of toys, and they even asked other passengers to switch seats so that we could all be together (that's another story). When your meal comes, they give you a tablecloth and they bring out your tray individually instead of on a cart, and when you recline your seat, it really reclines - I'm not talking just a couple of inches, I mean you go down to at least 45 degrees and the footrest comes up and the pillows are even bigger. Since Celia has decided to fly home with me instead of staying longer, we'll be upgrading to business class for our flight home. Sweet.

Leaving

We leave tonight for Taiwan. 13 hours on a plane with the babies. Wish us luck...

9 Months Later...

Well, the twins are now 9 months old and I still have no idea what I'm doing. I'm pretty good at faking it though so we get by. I was looking at some old pictures of them and it reminded me of all the stuff we had to go through last spring. I look at pictures of Lucas with his feeding tube sticking out of his nose and Amelia with an IV in her scalp and it almost brings me to tears to think of the daily trips to the hospital, commuting to the children's hospital in the city, and the calls in the middle of the night from the NICU nurses. I've had friends say that it was quite a rollercoaster, but they have no idea how crazy the ride really was. I know Celia doesn't like to look at the old pictures because it was such a hard time for us, but I like to see them to remind myself how far the kids have come. Every day I come home from work and see them smile and all I want to do is pick them up and hold them. It takes everything I have to not hug them too tight or to not kiss them until they're practically crying for me to leave them alone.

Yawn

Last week I said we put Lucas through boot camp. Well, its been a week now and I have to say that Celia and I have never gotten so much sleep since we brought the babies home from the hospital. Last night Lucas slept from 8pm until 3am, ate, and slept until 6am. We went to bed around 10 so we got 5 hours of continuous, uninterrupted sleep. Earlier this week, we got almost 7 hours! I don't have a favourite between the two of them or anything, but I now have a new favourite.

Update

My kids are so damn cute. No, there's no story to go with this, I'm just saying they're pretty damn cute.

Every Once in a While...

I say to myself, "Holy shit, I have twins."

Boot Camp

Over the past couple of months Lucas has gotten into the habit of sleeping in the same bed as us. Not too bad considering we have a King Size bed but for some reason I'm still sleeping right on the edge. The real problem is that he has also gotten into the habit of snacking throughout the night. He wakes up every 2 hours again to have a snack. He won't go back to sleep unless I get up and rock him for 30 minutes or unless he goes on the boob for 5 minutes. Which solution do you think we choose at 3 in the morning? So, last Thursday we decided enough was enough and he was going to learn to sleep through the night and learn not to snack. For the past 2 nights we've been letting him cry himself back to sleep. The first night, he cried for an hour and then passed out. Celia thought it was hilarious that when he was crying he was kicking me nonstop (we had to let him cry in our bed so that he wouldn't wake up Amelia in the other room). The second night he cried for about half an hour in his crib and slept quite well through the night. I'm hoping that a couple more nights of this and he'll be sleeping all night in his crib. I'm actually kind of excited at the idea of him not waking me 3 or 4 times.