My FGO of the Year

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By the time 2013 ended, we were ready for some fun and happy news. January of 2014 did not disappoint. First up, OU unexpectedly (at least to me) beat Alabama in the Sugar Bowl! Boomer Sooner! 

Continuing the good news train of 2014, we found out something even more exciting.* Todd was named Field Grade Officer of the Year for the 97th Operations Group of the 97th Air Mobility Wing. Translation: he was chosen as the top major of all flying squadrons on base!

This assignment has been challenging and rewarding and frustrating all at the same time. But most importantly, Todd has had a lot of success at work here, and I am so unbelievably proud of all that he has accomplished.

Winning this award meant he competed against 3 other people for FGO of the Year for the entire wing. The winners were announced at the Annual Awards Banquet, which was a formal event where all the 2013 awards were announced and honored.

The evening started with some official photos before dinner. Don't we look so official with the wing commander and command chief master sergeant?

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The presentation of awards also included a presentation of nominees. I felt like I was in cotillion.

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Sidenote -- the last time I stood under a saber arch was at our wedding. As tradition goes, as the bride passes under the arch, they smack you on the rear end with the saber to "welcome" you to the Air Force. So you understand why I would walk with slight trepidation here.

We mingled and ate and overall just had a great time getting out of the house and doing something new and different. In the end, Todd did not win as FGO of the wing, but it was more than okay. A friend from church won, and we had a great time getting dressed up for a fun date!

*Don't tell my husband I said this, what's more exciting than OU finally winning a bowl game? And beating Alabama no less?!?

Playing Catch Up

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So my last post left you hanging, I know. I'm sure everyone is dying to know WHAT HAPPENED AFTER YOU TRANSITIONED TO THE TODDLER BED??? I can hear the cries now.

To sum up, we tried potty training, but I was too tired and Scarlett too stubborn to be successful.

Summer ended. I was sad not to have a pool to relieve my aches and pains.

I turned 35. Hello advanced maternal age.

AND -- We had two babies, more to come on that.

There is a lot from 2014 that I didn't blog about and I'm not sure why. But I just mailed our Christmas cards with a note to stay up to date with our family on my blog, so I guess I better be updating just in case people start reading.

Let the 2014 review begin!

Transitioning to Twins: The Toddler Bed

As the big sister, one of Scarlett's rites of passage had to be moving out of the crib. I had every intention of just moving her to a regular twin bed immediately. I didn't want to buy a toddler bed and then have to buy a twin bed later. It just didn't make sense to me. But then someone was selling a toddler bed -- with the mattress! -- on our base classifieds page for $25 and we were sold.

It caught us off guard. We planned on buying a bed over the summer, but this came available sooner than we anticipated, so we jumped on it. We initially thought we would just leave it in the garage until we were ready to move Scarlett. Then our friends gave us some great advice. They moved their toddler bed into their son's room with his crib in there, and let him choose for a few weeks which to sleep in. After about a month he was consistently choosing the bed and that's when they moved the crib out.

We decided to try it. Todd unloaded the bed into the garage and we prepared to clear some space in her room. But once Scarlett saw the little bed sitting in the garage she was immediately hooked. She started crawling all over it, and we were shocked. That night she chose the toddler bed and never went back.

There were some adjustments along the way. The first night we went in to check on her and the entire lower half of her body was falling off the bed. And this is how we discovered her every morning and after every nap for the first couple of weeks. She would grab all the toys she could reach and pull them into bed with her to sleep. I have no idea how this is comfortable.

And then she surprised us again. After sleeping in a pack and play for a couple nights at Grandma's house, she'd had enough. Much to our surprise she insisted on sleeping on the queen bed in the room she stays in. I was convinced she'd fall of the bed, but that has yet to happen. And just like that, cribs of all kinds are done. And just like that, she's all grown up.

My Mono/Dis

So the boys are identical. But what does that mean? 

Twins can either come from one egg that splits, or from two separate fertilized eggs. If they come from one egg that splits, they are monozygotic (meaning one zygote), and they are identical. If you're like, duh, everybody knows this, then you would be surprised to know there are people in this world who do not.

It can be difficult to tell if they are identical while still in the uterus, but in our situation there are some clues that help us know that these boys are identical.

You're probably asking yourself, surely there is a complicated-sounding medical term for this situation. And you would be right! There is!

Our twins are monochorionic/diamniotic twins (mono/di for short), meaning there is one chorion and two amniotic sacs (the far left picture above). There are layers of the sac that a baby is in (who knew?), and the outer layer is called the chorion. Inside the chorion is the amniotic sac. So basically, they are each in their own amniotic sac, but both are together in one big sac.

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Mono/di twins share a placenta. There are instances where two placentas can fuse, making it difficult to know whether they are identical or fraternal. But usually on a level 2 ultrasound you can see signs of fusing, and that is not the case here. So there is one placenta providing nutrients to both babies.

Because they share a placenta, there is cause for concern. Twin-to-Twin Transfusion Syndrome (TTTS for short) can occur in this situation, meaning one baby starts taking all the nutrients from the placenta, leaving the other baby without anything. This occurs in approximately 15% of twin pregnancies where there is a shared placenta.

SO that means that since my anatomy scan at 20 weeks, I have gone to the OU Medical Center (2.5 hours away, ugh) for a level 2 ultrasound every two weeks for monitoring by a Maternal Fetal Medicine Specialist to make sure TTTS isn't occurring. They measure amniotic fluid levels and the babies, among other things. If one has more fluid or is measuring much larger, those are signs of TTTS and they start to take action. I am also not allowed to go past 37 weeks, so these babies will be here by the last week of September.

So basically, between my visits to OU and my monthly visit to my local doctor, I have three appointments a month. Which means I get three ultrasounds a month, that is, until I reach 32 weeks, when I will be seen weekly. Where will I go? Who knows, that's still up in the air. Excellent.

And the one question I get asked so often that I really should start keeping a count is, where will I deliver? Again, that's still up in the air. There are about 837 factors that will come into play as time goes on. So your guess is as good as mine.

In all seriousness, your prayers for two healthy babies who don't steal each other's food and stay inside as long as possible are greatly appreciated. There are lots of healthy mono/di pregnancies, but unfortunately there are some that are not. So far we have been very blessed, but we also know it's a long way to September!

No Floatie!

Dear Altus AFB,

You may have heard alarming shrieks and screams coming from the pool last night around dinnertime. Don't worry, nobody was being attacked or murdered. It was just my daughter refusing to put on her puddle jumper and throwing an epic tantrum.

See this? This is her exact floatie:

What's not to love? It's pink and purple with a seahorse. So cute, right?

But Scarlett has been swimming for a long time now, and only in the last couple of weeks does this thing finally fit her. So she's had a lot of freedom in the water until now. Oh excuse me, "freedom" meaning must be held at all times.

But now she's bigger and stronger and more independent and the dang thing fits, so guess what, SHE WILL WEAR IT. I'm pretty strong-willed. But so is she (stupid genetics). 

Last night's tantrum at the pool was every parent's worst nightmare. She screamed and cried and pouted for almost an hour. She was not allowed to get in the big pool without it on. And she has deemed herself better than the baby pool, so screaming and crying she did while we sat on a chair and watched her.

We finally wrestled her into it and made her get in and surprise! She was so happy! She swam around saying "I'm swimming! I'm swimming!" and nobody was allowed to touch her. 

I really really really wanted to say to her "I told you so."

Was this spontaneous twinning?

This is what one of my doctors asked me at my last visit. Yes, one of my many doctors that I see.

Twins do not "run in my family" (that's a different post for a different day), and we were not doing fertility treatments of any kind. So yes, I think spontaneous is the word.

Upon our shock of learning we were having twins, I started devouring information about multiple births. The likelihood of having twins, the types of twins, possible complications, etc. It turns out that your likelihood to have twins increases into your mid-30s. Your body is basically in shut-down mode and is just throwing eggs out. 

Seeing as I am 34, I thought this was the case and that we were having fraternal twins (two eggs = two separate everything = fraternal twins). I would think to myself, this would have been good information to have when I was trying not to have babies in my 20s.

We knew from my very first appointment at 10 weeks that they had separate amniotic sacs. There was a very clear membrane dividing them, which was a big sign pointing to fraternal twins. Still, I had this nagging in the back of my mind...

With twins, you get an ultrasound at every doctor appointment to check their heartbeats. At our 16 week appointment my doctor said maybe one was a boy but it was too hard to tell what the other one was. Okay fine.

We thought we knew exactly what was going to happen at our 20 week anatomy scan. We expected to go in and hear that we were having one boy and one girl. We already had one boy name and one girl name and it would be perfect. 

Our ultrasound tech first asked if anybody had told us what kind of placenta they had. No, nobody had mentioned it and I hadn't asked yet. But I knew that the placenta was a big factor in knowing what kind of twins they were. 

Then she said, surprise, it looks like two boys! Shock! Two boy scouts for Todd! Hooray! And then surprise, they share a placenta! More shock!

A shared placenta, with no signs of two placentas fusing, means one thing. IDENTICAL TWINS. Identical boys to be exact. It's pretty much the last thing I ever expected to hear. 

Spontaneous means coming or resulting from a natural impulse or tendency; without effort or premeditation; natural and unconstrained; unplanned.

I think it's safe to say this was definitely spontaneous twinning.

Transitioning to Twins: The Pacifier

One of my goals in this process of getting ready for the twins is helping Scarlett grow up a little bit. She needs to be the big sister in the house, not another baby, and getting rid of the pacifier is no exception. I am by no means opposed to a pacifier. I think they serve a purpose, especially for teeny babies to learn to self-soothe. But there is no way I could keep up with three kids' pacifiers. That would be absurd. So it was time to get rid of Scarlett's pacifier.

When Scarlett was approaching her first birthday, I was determined to wean her from it. She really only took it while she was sleeping (nap time and at night), but it was a great way to relax her if we were traveling or having some kind of "off day."

And then I started justifying the pacifier -- "we can't get rid of it until after our trip," or "she needs it to fall asleep at Mom's Day Out." And then before I knew it she was 18 months old. At that point I knew it was definitely the time to take it away from her. But then I just continued with my justification -- we're traveling, she's sick, etc etc.

Sometime in the spring I got really confident and decided to poke a hole in the tip of each pacifier with a needle. I had read this would work great because the pacifier wouldn't have the same suction, and then she would lose interest. But that didn't happen. She still loved them.

We went to Florida the last week of April/first week of May when she was 22 months old. We had a lot of full and busy days at Disney World where she was generally out of control because of the lack of sleep, excitement, and the heat. So we used the pacifier A LOT to keep her calm.

She started requesting specific pacifiers. She referred to them by their colors, "pink one" or "blue one," and when she got upset she would come running to me and say "blue one!" She would ask for a nap at 9:30 a.m., which was really her way of asking to get her in crib to suck on her pacifiers because she knew she couldn't have them unless she was sleeping. It was time to get rid of them.

But Scarlett is one stubborn kid and she has a TEMPER. I just knew it was going to be a fight for days and I didn't know if I had the willpower to stick it out. Plus what if she refused to sleep without a pacifier? Mommy needs her nap too. But I also knew I couldn't have a toddler who was attached to her pacifier and newborn twins on my hands. No way was it happening.

So finally one morning I had the courage to fully snip the ends of her pacifiers. When she asked for one I would give it to her. She'd spit it out and hand it back to me. I asked her, "oh is it broken?" Soon she realized they were all broken and she totally lost her mind. She was mad, kicking and screaming, asking for her pacifiers. At nap time I put her to bed with the broken pacifiers and she didn't want them at all. She handed them to me and told me "broken." I told her if they're broken we should throw them away. So she did. And that was that.

Seriously. I had 22 months of fear and anxiety about this whole situation and that's all it took. She asked for them a couple times over the next couple of days, but nothing major. I would just say, "remember they were broken?" She cried for a couple weeks when she went to bed, but it wasn't more than 5-10 minutes.

And there's another checkmark on my To Do Before Twins list. Hooray!