Okay, well, I should be empyting the dishwasher, picking up toys, and washing baby clothes, among other things right now, but I just have to describe my very adventurous morning. The age old question everywhere I go is "how do you do it with twins?" Well, after this story you will see that obviously I'm not doing whatever "IT" is right!
Ryan had to go back to see the pediatric surgeon that did his hernia repair because we thought a hernia had developed on the other side. So, I load up the (very heavy) double stroller, get the boys fastened and in the carseats and head off to Batson Hospital. So far so good, right? Well, as I was turning to park in the lot in front of the hospital, I rolled down the window to get a parking ticket. Well, the wind blew the ticket away before I could get it from the machine. So, I put the truck in park, got out (while hitting the door on some concrete thing) and find the ticket. Now, there are 3 cars in line, waiting to get into the lot. So, I get it together and drive in. Well, guess how many empty spaces there are?? That's right, ZERO!! So, after driving around the lot a few times... I guess thinking that one of the parked cars would magically disappear so I could park, I decided to drive around to the parking garage over by the Wiser Woman's hospital. So, I do that, unload the stroller, unload the babies, get the diaper bag, and get my purse. I walk across the walkway, and through Wiser over to the Batson. As I am checking in, I thought I smelled a poopy diaper, I checked, and it was negative. Whew!! One less headache. Okay, so, we finally get checked in and head off to the room to get weighed and measured. By this point, Ryan has definetly had a BM, which by the way, is cause for celebration for him... he did it on his own, with no suppository or Miralax! So, I have to leave the weighing room and walk around the corner to this TINY ladies' room. I park the HUGE stroller, which is blocking the only 2 stalls... all the time praying that no one would come in to use the potty. As I got Ryan on the changing table, the door swings open and in walks a nurse. I stop and try to move the HUGE stroller so that she can get by. In the mean time, Ryan is screaming and Reed decides to join him. Well, I get Ryan changed and back in the HUGE stroller and the sweet nurse is just trying to help me, all the while saying "I don't know how you do it with twins!" OK, so I manage to manuever out of the bathroom and back to the weighing room. Ryan weighs 11.3 and Reed 12.6 (she weighed Reed just to be nice!) So, we get to the waiting room and I find an empty corner to park the HUGE stroller. We are taking up about 4 places. There was another mom with her kids in there, and you'll never guess what she said to me... that's right "I don't know how you do it with twins!" By this time, Ryan and Reed are ready to eat. So, I decided to go ahead and start feeding Ryan, thinking we'd have to wait a while. Not so much. As soon as we got started good, they came and got us. So, we loaded up the HUGE stroller and went to the room. I was able to get about 2 ounces down Ryan and a good burp before the resident came in. We put Ryan on the table, and he poked,prodded, pulled, and squeezed him. I was thinking... yep, all of that bottle is about to come back up. But, remarkably, it did not. So, after the resident left, I got Ryan settled back in my lap to finish his bottle. However, THIS is when it all came back up. And I mean ALL of it. It was projectile spit up at its best. And not just formula, no. My boys have formula plus 1 tbsp of rice cereal per ounce of milk to help with reflux. So, when it comes back up, it is thick and disgusting. Well, it got all down the front of my shirt and all in my lap and right leg, down the legs of the chair, and onto the floor. About this time, Reed, who has been sitting in the carrier in the stroller, starts screaming. So, I tried to clean up the spit up. I used almost all of the wipes I had, and three burp cloths. Ryan is screaming because the bottom half of his outfit is wet (no, I didn't bring an extra) and Reed is screaming because he is hungry. So, I am standing up (soaking wet down one side of my body) holding ryan on the left trying to calm him down and holding a bottle in Reed's mouth on the right. Enter, Dr. Sawaya. He proceeds to poke and prod on Ryan again, making him even more mad the second time around. Reed starts screaming again because all of a sudden the bottle was taken out of his mouth. The doctor begins to tell me that he thinks that Ryan has a hydrocele (sp?) which is fluid, not intestines. This is good because sometimes they go away on their own. However, we go back next week (yes, we have to do this all again next week) and if it is still there, we will have to have surgery to repair it! So, please pray that it will go away! After he left, I sat right there in that room and finished feeding Reed. When I finally got loaded up and back in the suburban, I thought about only one thing I needed. I got home and got the boys unloaded and headed to the pantry for comfort food.
I ate Doritos and drank 2 diet cokes.
saying "Cheese"
Is that a smile???? 
Granny and Papaw Smith came to visit for the first time!
