2 Weeks Later...

I wanted to brag on Caroline, not only has she turned herself into a one woman dual feeding machine, but I think she looks AMAZING for having twins 2 WEEKS AGO.

*Disclaimer-Caroline said she would subtract 1 week from the Doctors' "6 week no sex after C-section" policy for posting this blog. I win, but not sure I can stay off of her for 3 more weeks if she keeps looking this hot. Now I just need to find a few more complimentary blogs to write, stat.

Friday Night...Party in the Nursery

Well, it's 11:10 on Friday night and I am laying on the floor of the nursery...why you ask? I'll tell you.

Mom is exhausted, next feeding time is midnight, and she wanted to catch some Zzz's. Everyone was ok with that, except our newest/most vocal member of the group, Miss Addison. So after rocking, swaddling, walking, rubbing, talking, and any other "ing" you can think of, I decide my best defense against silencing the baby monitors with her newest scream, which we call the "wounded pterodactyl", is to lay next to the crib until I hear the slightest of movements...and jump up and throw the pacifier back in her mouth. I think it's a pretty good look for me, Boppy as a pillow, small pink baby quilt covering knee to ankles, small blue baby quilt covering waist to ribcage, and my Kodiak bear like chest hair covering the rest. Sexy, if I do say so myself.

Hate to cut this entry short, but I just heard an explosion...crap(literally)

Who's jealous of my Friday? Anyone...anyone...(crickets)

Random Thoughts:Mostly on Pooping

Everyone is doing great...babies are eating, pooping, and sleeping(repeating), usually in that exact order and usually the pooping or peeing is aimed at us or ends up on us. We've had our share of diaper blowouts and golden showers too. Tyler is a little more vocal with his bowel movements(I know, like father like son), and we never have any question when his diaper is full. Addison is quite the little lady, and poos on her own schedule.

We found Saidy in the Pack-n-Play on day 2 of being home. She launched herself from our bed into it...luckily the kiddos were on the changing table...shocking I know.
Sleep is hard to come by right now...
The amount of wipes we go through are unreal...I would say it's 10 wipes to every dirty diaper.
I promise they do more than poop, but I just got done getting pooped on and that's all I can really think about, or smell, right now.

I will get back on the blogging schedule soon and will let you know what else they are doing once I get some zzz's.

Also, we have some really awesome friends. People have texted, emailed, called, and Facebooked checking on us and the babies. We have had dinners and gifts brought to us which has all been amazing. Thanks to all the peeps who have helped...it really does make a difference, and if we haven't responded to you yet, we will as soon as we get the poop off of our hands.

We Are Here...and We Are Pretty Awesome!

Quick timeline of events of how this all played out.

2:35 am-Caroline rolls over and politely tells me "Wylie, I think my water broke"

2:37 am-Called Doc and he told us to come in to have these babies

2:49 am Scrambled around the house, collecting necessary provisions for hospital survival

2:50 am- Make phone calls to family members

3:00 am-Hazard lights on, speed racing to hospital

3:10 am-check in, prepping for c-section begins

4:00 am-My dad and brother arrive

5:00am- Caroline heads back to OR

5:05 am-Wylie puts on scrubs and plays doctor

5:15 am-Wylie heads back to OR

5:35 am-Babies in arms

Tyler Thomas Eagle was born at 5:35 am on Feb 14, 2011. Addison Rebecca Eagle was born at 5:36 am.

Tyler weighed 5lbs 14 ounces and is 19 inches long...And if I do say myself, he is well "equipped". The doctor was quoted saying, "He should have come out wearing a jock strap"

Addison weighed 5lbs 5 ounces and is 18.5 inches long...and is absolutely gorgeous!

We have some pics on Shutterstock, and will continue to upload. Click here to view some pics!

Final Piece

Out with the old, in with SUV #2. We loved our Lexus and all the perks that came with it(free valet parking at Rangers and Mavs games), but we were realizing it was terribly impractical for twins. It would have been a tight fit for one car seat, let alone two. We opted for a smaller SUV, since we have the Tahoe(which seats about 12 comfortably), and went with the super-roomy Toyota Highlander. Buying a car is always an experience, buying a car with a pregnant companion is...um interesting. I won't go into details, but let's just say Caroline told the salesman off(he was wrong), then refused to look at or even talk to him for the next three hours. Awkward. Then to make Caroline almost explode one of his cohorts walked up and said, "God bless you child, if you look up pregnant in the dictionary there will definitely be a picture of you" Not the best thing to say to a pregnant women. At least no one has told her she is "the weirdest pregnant woman I've ever seen"...oh wait.

Thanks to my insomniac, definition of pregnant, weirdest pregnant person ever wife for revamping the blog. I told her I wanted my blog to look like Natalie's or Jodi's blog...and she made it happen...at 3 am Sunday morning.

If you're counting, 4 days, 7 hours, 38 minutes 30 seconds.

I promise, next blog will have pics of babies!

36 Weeks!

We are FINALLY entering the last week of being a family of two, and will soon be a family of 4!!

Thursday we had our last rounds of doctor's appointments, and everything looked great. Caroline was trying to negotiate with the Doc to get the kiddos out early, but she lost. I can't say I will miss these appointments, but it sure was an unreal journey. It was always fun seeing the sonograms every week, watching the babies grow bigger on the screen each and every time we went in, tracking their weight gain, and hearing their beautiful heartbeats never got old. It was fun (for me) watching Caroline's poor body morph into a dual baby carrying machine. Every step of the way was something new for us, and as this entire "not making babies/making babies/pregnancy" journey ends...I know the new journey begins.

I can't wait to be a parent, I can't wait to be called Dad, I can't wait to change stinky messy diapers and get peed on, I can't wait to love these kids unconditionally, I can't wait to dress them up in matching Texas Tech outfits...There are so many thinks that I can't wait do. It's all going to be so awesome...so now all I have to do is....wait. Wait for 6 days. 6 days 5 hours 35 minutes and 54 seconds to be exact, but who's counting?

I don't really know what this post was meant to be, but maybe it was just meant for me to kill about 20 minutes of "wait time" if so, 6 days 5 hours 15 minutes and 33 seconds to go. Mission accomplished.

I assume the next time I will blog will be to post(show off) pictures of two beautiful hairy babies.

Aliens?

Caroline has not been taken over by aliens, but she does have two babies that appear eager to punch, claw, and/or kick their way out of her stomach.

9 days away from being born, and it appears they want to remind Mom that they are still in there and aren't coming out without a fight.

We are both really eager to meet our babies, but want them to stay in as long as they need to. But, I did find myself googling "how to make your wife go into labor" today, and the most common response was "sex". Well, we all know that's not on the horizon...so it looks like 9 more days.

35 Weeks and counting

35 weeks has come. Another major milestone in the books, and Caroline is still miserable. She can't roll over, can't sleep, breaths aloud like Darth Vader, and has run out of Friday Night Lights episodes. She killed 4 seasons in 2 weeks. That's 63 episodes, with a run time of 2,746 minutes. That's 45 1/2 hours. This is world record TV viewing at it's finest., folks.

With "Ice-mageddon" falling on the DFW area for the last few days. I have had the pleasure of working from home and supplying Caroline with some much needed (I thought) human interaction. I was wrong. She has perfected this bed rest thing to an exact science. TV schedule, eating, peeing, water breaks, all on a schedule. One day she told me that, "she was an hour and a half ahead of schedule, and it was my fault that her day was going by to slowly." This was the same day she woke me up at 5:30 am to watch Friday Night Lights with her. The only time I ever wake up at 5:30 is to go fishing....or watch Friday Night Lights...and in a couple of weeks change diapers and feed babies.

Every Thursday Caroline has her two doctor's appointments. We have named this weekly event the "Big Outing". It's the only time she gets out of the house and breaths fresh air. Mi Cocina was our lunch destination this week. Caroline was convinced people were staring at her because they "could tell she was a hermit and never gets out of the house" I didn't have the heart to tell her they were staring at her humongous baby carrier she had hidden under a half fastened maternity coat that her belly has out grown.

Week 35 appointment fun facts:
Caroline asked, "Is it normal feeling like the babies are going to fall out of me"
Docs reply, "yes that is normal, if they fall out, call me."

Caroline asked, "If my water breaks, can I shower and then come in to the hospital."
Docs reply, "No".
Caroline's internal thought, "I really need to step up my showering routine in the next two weeks"

Caroline's belly is measuring at 44 - 45 weeks. Go big or go home, right?

PS-Caroline is being a fun-sucker and said no more bare belly pics. If you want to get an idea of how big she is, go here!

Update @ 34 Weeks

A lot has been going on the past couple of weeks regarding us getting ready for T & A's arrival. I recently realized that I have never been responsible for a kid, other than a wiener dog for more than a weekend. And in less than three weeks, I will be responsible for two....just like that. No tests to pass, no certifications, no instruction manual, nothing, except Facebook(You can always find unsolicited advice from people you don't even know on there)

I put the car seats in. That made it feel real.


Last weekend my brother and some friends got together and we all headed out to the Lakehouse for one last shindig. They brought me tons of diapers, and we had a good time. I'm not allowed to get "blasted" anymore until the babies get here, just in case they arrive unexpectedly, so it was kind of weird telling people that I couldn't beer bong or dunkaroo that weekend. I started feeling sorry for myself, but the next morning I felt awesome and they did not. I win.

This is what 2,000 diapers looks like.

Our 34 week appointment(Thursday Jan. 27) was probably the best one we have had yet. Outside from the babies getting big(Tyler weighing in at 5 lbs 5 ounces and Addison weighing in 5 lbs 6 ounces) we got to see them pucker their lips, taking breaths, and see hair. Caroline and I always joke that I am quite possibly the hairiest being on the planet outside of an ape. So we always joked that Tyler was going to some out with a full head of hair and a beard. Well, no signs of a beard yet but definitely a head of hair. In the sonographers words, "he has a lot of hair, maybe enough for a pony tail." I'm bringing scissors to the hospital, just in case he needs a haircut. The Dr. also told us "you have won the battle, each day they stay in now is just icing on the cake." The Dr. also took Caroline off of "strict bed rest" which means she can get up to fetch her own water and snacks now, but no trips to Target...yet. We left the office high fiving, but no chest bumping. I don't think we could get our chests to "bump" right now.

This picture was supposed to be NFB,(Not For Blog) but it is just too good not to share. This is Caroline at 33 weeks 6 days and he belly is measuring at 41 1/2 weeks. In the words of my father, "They might want to do a re-count on the number of babies in there"

For now we anxiously, nervously, excitedly wait. We only have 20 days left. To me that seems like nothing. To my wife who is carrying 11 pounds of baby that seems miserable. I'm thinking they won't come until they are scheduled, which is Feb 17.

What Does This Face Mean?

This is the text pic I got about an hour ago.



This face reads: I'm bored, spilled my giant cup of water on the floor and on remote, remote not working, TV stuck on one channel and same volume, can't get up to clean water mess or change channel, muddy dog came in house and got mud everywhere, want to kill dog pouty face.

Life is good...

Nice Little Saturday?

With Caroline on bed rest, it's up to me to finalize everything before the babies get here. Saturday, I was extremely bored and ventured off to Babies R' Us, where I'm typically out of place with Caroline there, without Caroline I'm just a plain store idiot. My goal was to finish off the registry, and try to make it all fit in my Tahoe.

Registry somewhat completed:




Receipt that goes along with registry completion:

My next trip should be really interesting. I have to go get nursing bras and nursing tank tops. I'm serious. I really have to go get nursing bras and nursing tank tops. Out. Of. Place.

31 Weeks-Week 1 of at Home Bed Rest

So this is how Caroline gets to spend the next 3(hopefully 4 or 5) more weeks. Posted up, on the couch, with her sleepy dog friend, with water bottles, Gatorade, remotes, 3 seasons of Breaking Bad, re-runs of Real Houswives, and all the US Magazines a girl can want...

(Note: Due to lack of make-up, Caroline did not approve picture. Due to lack of time, Wylie wanted to use this picture. See back circle over Caroline's face)

...and a Wylie created Drawer O' Fun within arms' reach:

Parole Board

Caroline is on her way to the Dr. Parole Board. It is either going to be hospital bed rest for the next 4-5 weeks or home bed rest.

Hospital bed rest is good and bad. Good, you have doctors and nurses at your disposal and they are there 24 hours a day. Bad, you're in a freaking hospital all day every day. The smells, the food, the crappy cable TV, and the horrible couch/bed I had to sleep on.

Home is good because she can see the dogs, and Saidy is always on bed rest, so she would make a good partner. You have access to all your normal things.

Caroline doesn't really like me referring to her cervix in my blog, so from now on I will refer to it as Mr. C.

I have never really rooted for Mr.C or had any reason to root for Mr. C. But during our parole session, I have never wanted Mr. C to stay unchanged like I did yesterday. Lucky for us, Mr.C cooperated with us and hadn't changed a bit since Monday.
Which means she gets to go home. Which means I am now full time cook, nurse, house keeper, water fetcher, dresser, showerer, slave, assistant, gopher...you get the point.

So if you're bored, feel free stop by Chesterton Drive and drop off a magazine or fill up her water bottles, or clean up the house, or bathe her.

Night 1

Night 1 in the hospital was not that much fun. The worst part is Caroline had control of the remote and we had to watch The Bachelor instead of The Orange Bowl. Lots of staring at each other, lots of phone calls, and the couch/bed that I had to sleep on had about a 60 degree slant towards the ground and an air vent directly above it. Kind of like sleeping on an Arctic monutain top and trying to avoid rolling to the bottom. Needless to say, I will be sleeping at the house tonight.

Hilight of the night for me: We got to order Dominoe's for delivery
Hilight of night for Caroline: She got an Ambien

Also, thank God for the website www.damnyouautocorrect.com to help kill some of the time.

Babymoon...Kind Of

We have been going in every Monday for check ups...so it felt like a normal Monday at the Doctor's office, but it ended up being the end of the road for Caroline(she's not dead, just bed rested).

So the cervix is a huge key in keeping the "buns in the oven", and when the cervix changes the doctors don't like that. Well, Caroline's cervix has shortened and they immediately admitted her into the hospital. They weren't admitting her for delivery, but for precautionary. They are monitoring her, monitoring the babies(which look amazing), and giving the babies a little dose of steroids to promote lung growth(which is very normal, and seen as an insurance policy)

We were admitted Monday afternoon her earliest possible parole date is Thursday, but depending on the cooperation of Mr. Cervix, we could be in here for the long haul. Ideally, we would like for her be on bed rest at home, but a babymoon at the hospital isn't that unlikely.

Good news: Baby A(Addison) weighs 3 lbs. 8 oz and Baby B(Tyler) weighs 3 lbs. 11 oz.

30 Weeks and Happy New Year

30 weeks is in the books. To celebrate, we rang in the New Year with a huge blowout. Caroline didn't make the east coast new year(asleep at 10:45), but me being the party animal that I am made it to 11:15.

Things have been going good, Caroline is uncomfortable, having a hard time sleeping, and lots of complaining(kidding)(not really).

We've had a couple of funny experiences the last couple of weeks. With twins, your belly is obviously huge, and you look like you are ready to pop a little earlier than normal. So we had someone ask us if we were having a Christmas baby, we told them no, and that we had 8 more weeks left. They fainted in disbelief.

One week later, asked if we were having a New Years baby, same answer, same result.

28 Weeks

Well, another week has come and gone. Another week that was filled with me and two wiener dogs sleeping on the couch and our dual incubating mother cohabiting our bed with a belly wedge and a body pillow. This pregnancy thing is really starting to take a toll on me. My neck hurts from sleeping on the couch, my jeans are starting not to fit due to my increased ice cream intake, and I'm not getting enough sleep.

As for Caroline, she's 20 minutes away from suspending her belly in a massage table for an hour and a half. So don't give me this, "Your wife is carrying two kids and you're complaining about a little neck pain...blah, blah, blah" she's living like a queen!

Interesting question that was posed to me this week at Happy Hour:

Question: So when your wife is pregnant, do you have a DD for 9 months.

Answer: Yes and No. Yes you will always get home safely, but it's not as great as it sounds. Sober people remember everything

Saturday (Early)Morning Conversation:

C:Wake up how do you feel?
W:I'm ok, I had a few beers. It seems early.
C:A few beers? You had 8 beers.
W:Oh, you counted.
C:I didn't count, I just know.
W:I had a good time last night.
C:Yeah, it was fun until everyone started repeating the same stories over and over.
W:That was funny.
C:Yeah, for you. Get out of bed, you promised me last night that you would get up early and run errands if we stayed for another beer.
W:I don't remember that
C:Exactly

You have no leverage in this situation. NONE.

This was a very rambling blog, I'll work on staying on topic next time.

27 Weeks

I'm going to start posting weekly belly pics, so you can see what Caroline is lugging around all day.



Some fun facts from our last appointment:

We are still having a boy and a girl. No surprises.

They each weigh 2 1/2 lbs.

They are both crammed into the righter half of Caroline's stomach.

Caroline's is at 27 weeks. Her belly is measuring at 35 weeks.

We are going in weekly now, due to our 26 week trail run. I like this better. I get to know each and every week, that things are working out, and everyone is doing great.

10 weeks left. I want them to be here, but not yet they still got some cooking to do. I guess the best way to say it is, I can't wait for February 17 to get here.

Spoke Too Soon...26 Weeks Practice Run

Sure enough, the moment I talked about no news is good news, Caroline felt like she wanted spend Friday(26 weeks exactly) evening in the lovely confines of Dallas Presby's Labor and Delivery Unit.
Below is a timeline of our Evening:

7:00-Wylie is awesome husband and takes his wife on a date to Si Tapas . I would highly recommend.

9:00-Settle into couch about to watch Mavs game

9:15-Caroline mentions she just had a really big contraction, I look at her belly, it looks mis-shapen and hard. We have had Braxton Hicks contractions before, so this look/feel was nothing new.

9:20-Another contraction, a little to close together for my liking...but no real freak out...yet.

9:25-Another one. Crap. Wylie starts freaking. Caroline remains calm, and asks me to start timing them.

9:30-Another one. Caroline calls doctor, Wylie on verge of collapsing.

9:35-Another one, Caroline still calm, Wylie needs his own team of doctors

9:40-Dr. calls back, ask Caroline to go to Labor and Delivery to get it checked out.

9:45-Caroline wants to take a shower and "put on something cute" before we go. Wylie draws line, and herds Caroline in to car.

At this point, I've already failed the "you're supposed to be the super calm one" test. Failed miserably is a better term.

10:00- Wylie almost jumps over the counter at the idiot lady that is taking her time checking us in.

10:30-Meet the most calming nurse in the world, plus she's a TTU grad, Wylie calming a bit.

11:00-They measure the contractions along with the babies' heartbeats to make sure they are still good. Everything is cool, but contractions are still coming regularly, and they need to get stopped.

11:30-Caroline gets a shot Terbutaline, which is a common muscle relaxer that is given to relax the uterus, which will stop contractions.

12:00-Give Caroline a Fetal Fibronectin Test. This test is 98% accurate if a negative result when administered. This test will check for some enzymes that are produced during pre-term labor. If negative, 98% chance of no pre-term labor in two weeks. It takes about an hour for the result.

12:10-I discover TV in room. Catch end of Mavs game. Mavs win.

12:30-Test came back negative, contractions have stopped. WAHOOOOO.

12:45-Nurse gives Caroline an Ambien to sleep.

12:46-Wylie begs nurse for Ambien to sleep. Nurse says no.

12:47-Wylie begged nurse one more time for Ambien. Nurse ignores Wylie.

1:00 Home.

All this being said. Everything is OK, and we have our practice run under our belt.

Out With the Old...In With the New

I've done trade-ins before...old car for new car, wedding present for Bed Bath and Beyond gift card, old girlfriend for new girlfriend turned wife. I felt that I've always won. But, this is one trade-in that I have lost...severely.

My DVD collection went from losing Doug in Vegas, Frank the Tank running through the Quad to the gymnasium, Stage 5 clingers, and Turtle to....

Elmo, Baby Noah, and Baby Mozart.

The problem is I love to quote movies...so if you see me roaming around and I'm making Elmo sounds, Coo-ing, or singing heads shoulders knees and toes. Don't call the psych ward. Just invite me over to watch Stu sing about what tigers dream of.