One Week Home

Written by Pat on October 19th, 2008

Yesterday marked one full week since we brought the babies home from the hospital. It’s been an eventful week, but we’re finally getting into some sort of routine. My mom and Shae’s parents were here through Thursday, so the last couple of days we’ve been trying to figure out how to do everything on our own. We’re actually getting quite a bit more sleep than I thought we would, even if our kids have their day and night confused (as Shae detailed in her post). The first few nights were rough, but the last few we’ve been able to sleep most of the night (with the obvious breaks for feeding and changing). We had their first doctor’s appointment (well, first one outside of the hospital) and they are both doing great.

I think the most interesting part of the week is how different our kids are. I’ve never been a fan of babies, especially newborns. They just seem to eat, sleep, and crap. Everyone told me that I’d feel differently about my own kids (and I do), but I still figured it would take a while before we’d get a feel for their different personalities. Boy was I wrong.

Just looking at the twins it’s obvious they’re very different. Ella is covered in her dark hair and darker complexion, while Jack has about as much hair as I do (and his skin color is about the same too). However, it’s their personalities that are completely opposite.

Jackson is the sweetest little thing. He lays next to us on the couch (or in his bouncer, bassinet, crib, car seat, whatever) and makes the cutest little squeaks. The few hours a day he’s awake and alert he has some great little expressions and faces, including one that looks like Zoolander’s “Blue Steel”. Of course, I never have a camera handy when he’s making his faces so all the pics we have of him are when he’s asleep. With the exception of the first night home when he didn’t have enough blankets Jack has yet to let out more than a one or two second cry, just enough to let us know he needs a little attention. Then it’s back to laying there and looking cute.

Then there’s Ella. I love my daughter, but she is not quite as quiet as my little boy. She is quite the crier. If she’s unhappy she lets everyone know about it. She’s a little colicky and it seems to hit her worst as soon as we go to bed. We feel so bad for her because we can tell she’s in pain and her stomach hurts. We’ve been using some anti-gas drops that seem to help quite a bit, but she still has her bouts and there isn’t much we can do except try our best to help her feel a little better. On the bright side, when she sleeps she’s really cute and has some funny little snores.

That’s about it for now. It’s time for bed so I’m looking forward to the next round of Ella’s crying. Tomorrow is football day, so I better go get some rest. I’m sure tomorrow will hold more fun with diapers and bottles.

1 Comments so far ↓

  1. Debbie says:

    Well, with my experience of a boy and a girl, girls are a little more fussy!!! At least mine were 🙂

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