The twins had their 12 month old check-up today. Everything went well with and they checked out fine. But last night, Allie woke up in the middle of the night crying and felt very warm, so I took her along today, and she tested positive for Strep. When they checked her temp, it was 101.0 under the arm, so add a degree and that makes it 102.0. The poor baby felt awful, and I’m having trouble giving her the meds the doctor prescribed because her throat hurts so bad, she won’t swallow it. I don’t know what I’m going to do if I can’t get it down her. I may try to putting it in some juice. So she missed school today, and will probably miss tomorrow as well. And I really hate that, because she loves it so much.  I really hate seeing her so sick, because she usually has so much energy and life.  She’s just not herself.

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I finally got the twins pictures made last month and they turned out really good. I can’t believe they will be a year old on Monday. My, how the time flies!

Faith & Emma – 11 months old

Emma

Faith

I was 6 months pregnant with my first child, Christopher. My husband and I were heading out, I was taking him to work, then later that morning I had a checkup with my OB-GYN. We were watching Good Morning America, and were about to walk out the door and heard about an airplane crashing into one of the towers. We didn’t think anything of it, other than it was an accident. When we got into the car, we heard on the radio that another plane had hit the other tower, it was then that we knew that we [our country] were under attack. This was, no doubt, a terrorist attack.

I dropped my husband off at work, and headed to the doctors office. Once I arrived there, they had the TV on in the lobby, and at that point, it was confirmed that this was indeed a terrorist attack. I was so scared to think that I was bringing into the world a brand new baby boy, and THIS is what he had to look forward to? It all got worse when, later, we heard that the Pentagon had also been attacked. One of my co-workers lost a cousin that worked there. That was the closest I came to knowing someone that was lost in this terrible tragedy.

There were approximately 2819 people killed in the attacks that day. Many police officers, firefighters, employees, fathers, mothers, brothers, sisters, daughters, sons, grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins lost.

It was a very sad day and I’ll never forget it. Most of us won’t.

We’ve been having trouble getting Christopher to bed at night. One of the problems is, we’ve been laying down with him at night since he was 15 months old. He would go to sleep in his own bed, but we would lay down with him, then once he was asleep, we would get up. Well, about 3 months ago, the street light right outside his window went out. From that point on, he would not go to sleep in his room. We even tried leaving his lamp on all night, and he wouldn’t have any of it. So we started letting him sleep in our bed. But the problem is, the babies are sleeping in there too. So when we go in there to get him to go to sleep, we are afraid he will wake them up. He talks constantly and it’s hard to get him to whisper or to just be quiet for that matter.

We are thinking about moving the twins into his room. This will just be temporary, until they get a little bit older, then we will move all three girls in a room together. I just feel awful taking his room away. He does still spend time in there, he just doesn’t sleep in there. And now the street light is fixed. We’ve tried to get him to go back, but he absolutely refuses and starts screaming and we are afraid he will wake up everyone in the house. So we just give in, and let him sleep in our room. Something has to be done, I know. We just have got to figure it out.

Christopher has had a bad week at school this week. He has cried everyday when I leave him. Today I decided to walk him in rather than drop him off like I normally do, because we were running late, and I didn’t want him to be tardy. Plus, Allie need to be taken to the cafeteria, because her preschool class eats between 7:30 and 8:00AM, and it was already 7:40. I didn’t want her to miss breakfast. Anyway, when I got him to his class the bell had just run, and he started screaming. His SPED assistant, who he normally just loves and doesn’t have a problem going with, walked up to get him and just kept screaming for me not to leave him. So I had to walk away with my child screaming at the top of his lungs, “Don’t leave me!!”

Later this morning, his SPED teacher called me to set up a time for his IEP meeting. We got that taken care of and then she questioned me about bringing him in this morning. I explained to her why I did it, and then she said that he cried for over 45 minutes before he finally settled down. She then said that she thinks he does better when I drop him off. I told her that he has been like this all week long. I personally don’t think that it matters whether I bring him in or drop him off, he still doesn’t want to go, and doesn’t want me to leave him, period.

I really am at a loss. I don’t know what to do. He is my first child, and this is my first experience with a child in school, let alone, an autistic child. I am really having trouble just forgetting about him while he is at school.  I worry about him.  Of course, my first instinct is to take him out.  But I know that I can’t just do that.  This is something that he has got to go through.  Something that I’ve got to deal with.  And I know that I need to listen to his teachers.  I know they are only trying to do what’s in his best interest.  Hopefully the upcoming meeting will shed some light on the issue.  Maybe we can come up with a solution.

The twins birthday will be coming up this month on the 17th. I can’t believe it has already been a year! It’s amazing how time flies. I’ll never forget the day that it all began.

On Sept. 14, 2006, I woke up around 3AM to go to the bathroom. I start to walk back to bed, and I get the sensation that I need to go again, and then it feels like I can’t control it. I didn’t think anything of it, I just thought that it was part of being pregnant with twins. So I just went back to bed. Fortunately, I did decide to call my doctor the next morning. I explained to him what I thought was just a problem controlling my bladder. (Here I’m thinking that I will have to go buy some Depends or something). He immediately said that I needed to come in, and so we did. We had just dropped the kids off at school, and we had no idea what was about to come next.

We arrive at the doctors office. I am immediately taken back to a room, and the doctor performs a test to see if I’m leaking fluid. My husband, Steven and I are waiting patiently for the results when the doctor rushes in and says, “Your water is broken.” At that point, I am just looking at him in disbelief. To be honest, the thought never crossed my mind until we got to the doctors office. He did an ultrasound, and so far, the babies were doing fine, heart rates were good, and although I was leaking fluid, Faith’s sac still had some fluid left, and at that point, I had not dilated or started contracting. After the ultrasound, he said that he needed us to go straight to the hospital and he would meet us there.

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The child hasn’t even mastered crawling yet, and she is already standing. She can stand alone for about 10 seconds or so, but she hasn’t figured out how to move her feet to cruise when she is holding on to something. I’m sure it won’t be long. Emma is doing much better in physical therapy. She has finally mastered sitting, and the therapist actually had her up on all fours and she crawled a couple of steps. It’s funny, because the therapist sometimes can’t get her attention because she is too busy watching this little boy with cerebral palsy doing his physical therapy exercises.

Here’s a picture of Faith (standing) and Emma enjoying playing with her.