Friday, December 18, 2009

Year One

Today is a very special day, it's the one year birthday of my favorite twins! I just couldn't go without a special blog post in honor of these wonderful little ladies, especially since I can't be at their party! Right now I am actually flying over some midwest state but the flight attendant handed out free wi-fi trial cards so I get to blog mid-air. Futuristic eh?

Anyway, I can honestly whole-heartedly say that this past year has been one of the best in my entire life, largely in part to these girls and their parents. I first met them the night of Thursday January 22nd. At that time I had no idea the relationship I was to develop with Lindsey Chase and Ashton Elise. I will never forget how small and fragile looking they were. Born premature and just barely getting to know their new environment. I was overwhelmed with the realization that just a short time before, these were children who were waiting and playing together in heaven. Two little girls chosen to join Shane and Truly, and I was lucky enough to spend time caring for them and getting to know them.



**I know this post may be long and unimportant to some, but for my memory's sake I really wanted to write some of this down so I don't forget and so the girls will know.

That first night I spent with Ashton. I remember getting the rundown on warming up breastmilk, how to wrap them so they'd feel safe and secure, which drops to give who etc. I think I stayed awake that whole night just staring at Ashton, anxious to make sure she was comfortable and that I was doing everything correctly. She slept and ate and slept and ate, diaper change, and then slept and ate some more. I instantly felt a bond developing between me and the twins as I spent that first night just watching them with their new parents. It was such a peaceful night for me. The weight of Ashton's little sleeping body on my chest was a feeling that I just got addicted to.

After that night I kept telling Truly how I wanted to come back whenever they needed me. Luckily for me they took me up on my offer. From then on, rarely has a week gone by that I haven't spent time with the girls. They have brought me incredible amounts of joy, and as cliche as it sounds they have taught me so much. They are so loving and forgiving. Anyone who has been around them recognizes their special little spirits. Shane and Truly went through so much to get these girls and after all the scares and complications, for them to come into this world so perfect, it's undeniable to me that they are choice spirits.


Now, before this turns into a novel, Just a few things I want to remember about my first year with Lindsey and Ashton.

Ashton--
You were the first one I spent the night taking care of. You went easy on me and loved me quickly. You are such a smart baby, I feel like you caught on to things so fast. I'll never forget when you put your hands up on both sides of your bottle like you wanted to hold it even though you weren't strong enough yet. Uncle Matt says you like him the best because you always give him sweet smiles and you don't mind hanging out on his lap while he makes funny faces. One of the funniest moments during my time as your 'night nurse' was when you were asleep face down on my chest after finishing your bottle. I had burped you but didn't think you got out everything that was there. I started to doze off and then you lifted up your little head, eyes closed, and burped in my face. I had to try and not laugh hysterically for fear of waking you up. Your mom said to me once that she felt like you were sensitive to the moods of those around you and I completely agree. I think you know when someone needs a little extra love and you give it freely. A quality I'm sure others will always recognize in you.

Lindsey--
Our bond started about a month and a half in. You needed a little more one-on-one time than your sister, which I was excited to give. I spent the majority of my nights with you, trying to find the 'sweet spot' that would make you comfortable. I walked probably 20+ miles worth of laps around the kitchen during those nights trying to soothe you. I remember your dad warning me that you were very independent. I found out quickly how true that is. Sometimes it sure was a struggle, but worth it. Hearing you breathe on my chest and feeling your tiny hands squeeze my finger or pull at my shirt made those nights very tender memories for me. Whenever you started to cry, not once not ever was I frustrated. I sincerely wanted to make it better and would try anything to do so. You were funny too. I remember putting you on the changing table (when that was the sweet spot) and I could have entire conversations with you. I'd ask a question and you'd answer back with perfect timing. It could go on and on and I thought it was hilarious. I don't doubt that you'll always be very independent, going one step ahead, leading the rest.

Matt and I love you SO much and we always will.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!




Sunday, December 6, 2009

Football=Surgery

Basically this is a cautionary tale. Not for guys that play intramural football, but for girls who were raised constantly hearing the phrase "walk it off" or "just put some rubbing alcohol on it and it will be fine" (dad).
My wonderful sports enthusiast husband plays sports any chance he gets. This fall he was playing on an intramural football team, as usual.





About a month ago, after a particularly intense game, he was pretty banged up. Huge bloody scrapes on his forearms and knee (cue "just put some rubbing alcohol on it...") and he thought he sprained is finger pretty bad because it was swollen and he couldn't move it. I was the loving attentive wife...for about a week. But when I'd go to hold his hand and he'd switch because he said his finger hurt, I started giving him a hard time thinking a sprain couldn't hurt that bad. All in all I gave him a hard time for a good couple weeks and finally he decided to go to the doctor. That was this past Wednesday. Well he came home with this X-Ray, which basically made me realize I'm a total jerk.



He had a piece of bone completely broken of from his finger, stuck in a tendon and the top bone in his finger (accurate medical terms, I know) was broken pretty bad as well. Yikes. To sum up this already long story, we found out it was broken Wednesday, he had to have surgery Friday.

Pre-surgery Matt.


Post-surgery-totally-high-and-unaware-of-what-he-said-to-the-nurses Matt. .

To the nurse "Where is my shirt?"
Nurse," You are wearing the gown, but we had to unbutton one shoulder for the doctor to move your arm."
Matt:"You sure that's the only reason you were taking my clothes off?"

Nurse taking Matt's temperature: "Well, your temp. has cooled off a little, that's good."
Matt: "It's because I'm a vampire."

There were a few others but I'll save them for another time

Oh and he definitely does NOT remember flexing for this picture, nor does he remember the drive home from the hospital.


This whole event was obviously nothing too serious, but I have to say it was a weird experience for me. My mind wandered to some pretty bad places when I was sitting next to him while he was laying on the hospital bed. It made me realize-- I am very grateful for Matt Cook. Grateful that he makes me laugh all the time, grateful that he is smart and SO driven, grateful that I get to feel like a teenager girl cheering on my star athlete boyfriend when I watch him play sports, and then go home and be his wife, grateful for his dashing good looks and winning personality, grateful to know that he is mine and I am his forever.

Sorry to top this post off with that cheese but I just felt the need to think it, say it, write it. He'll be out for 4-6 weeks and has been 'Vicodin Matt' this weekend (I have video proof--but that is a post for another time) but has been handling everything like a champ.

Over the river and through the woods...

Thanksgiving in Washington was great this year. I haven't been home for Thanksgiving in 4 years since I usually have to work. I was really glad we were able to go, even though it's always a quick trip.

This first pic is of Chloe receiving an award that she didn't even know she was in the running for. I post it because it is just typical of my sister. She is pretty much above and beyond in her class. When the principal of the high school called our house at 6 pm to make sure she was going to be at the school board meeting at 6:30 to receive her award, she had no idea what he was talking about:) Basically she wins awards for just being awesome.



The rest of these pictures give a good feel of what our Thanksgiving post-meal environment looks like. We always play basketball in the morning, go home and finish any baking etc., get ready and head over to my grandparent's house for the big meal. I have a LOT of family and close family friends in my hometown and it's awesome to see everyone crammed around each other, laughing and eating all day. I wish I would've thought to take more pictures during the meal and baskteball...maybe next year.





Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Swappies




I'm a few days late in posting but I just had to say how happy I am for this dynamic duo. Hooray for hitting the 2 year mark:) SOOO many more to go!