Peanuts

This past week was a blur. We are both tired-especially the birth mom. M had to go back uptown to the emergency room with elevated blood pressure issues on Sunday afternoon. We were emotional that she told to come back immediately She was later released at 2 a.m. on Monday. My parents came in to help with the babies.

M was directed by our doctor that she needs to take a few weeks of meds. She seems to be feeling a bit better. Apparently, her blood pressure increase might be a result of trying to breast feed 2 at one time. Fuck that noise I say. So, we are supplementing with formula.

Our doula is here for a few hours this week. I hid the formula bottles before she came over. Not sure if that is healthy situation. I think M told her about the formula-Not sure as I was out of the apartment out begging the 2 local pharmacies for blood pressure pills. Both pharmacists shook bottles of pills( I heard them jingling) and said "sorry we are out please come back tomorrow." WTF? I begged the second pharmacist for one pill and told her the story of mother of twins in desperate need. Where the fuck is Bono when I needed him??? Unreal. Finally, the pharmacist forked over some pills and warmed up. I told her I would return in a few days to show her the babies.

Unfortunately, I return to work tomorrow. waaaaah. The doula chick will be here for 3hours. It gets nuts when both start screaming at the same time. Anyway, the doula is helpful with breast feeding tips. M whispered to me when I was changing Aidan that "she told me not to take the meds- it's strong stuff." Uh- are you kidding me?? So, we ignore that sound medical advice and I will continue to hide the plastic bottles for now. I think we will just use the 15 hours and not renew services. Don't get me wrong- I think doulas are helpful and knowledgeable. And we feel okay about picking and choosing her "tips." M's organizer sister will be staying next week to help out. I imagine in a few weeks we won't need help (famous last words)- it's just a big adjustment right now- especially at night. I look forward to the mornings. I am drinking toxic amounts of espresso and coffee this past week.

The first night home was a bit of a disaster. The changing table looked like a bomb went off. M and I have different dressing styles for the babies. I think they she is over-heating them and she thinks they are cold. End result is I fumble to partially undress them to change diapers at 3 a.m. I think I changed at least 10 diapers that were clean. Must work on that.

M think Aidan looks like Charlie Brown. Hope he has better luck in life than Charlie Brown. Iv'e been calling him Chuck all week. We don't have a nick-name for Mairin yet. She seems so much more delicate than her brother....sometimes she makes these Park Avenue lip movements...we think maybe she will be a high society lady (hopefully not a governor's wife).

Speaking of Chuck, my god- he is more work than Mairin. He wants to be comforted constantly. I wonder if that is a gender thing....Either way, we love them both.