Loooooonnnnnnggg Week.

Ok, I've come to realize that I can't blog on a day to day basis, but I can update at least weekly when I have a down moment at work.

This week started out fairly quiet. We had lovely visit with Liz and Andrea on Monday who the twins just adore. Liz is, afterall the only other person Sammi has ever tried to nurse on, and Riley did the instant bond with Andrea the first time she met her and fell asleep snuggled on her chest. After the visit we headed up to Sacramento (really Carmichael which is North East of Sac) so that we could be with Daddy while he worked up there (in Rancho Cordova). This was the end of fun for us this week.

Tuesday morning we got up, showered, dropped Bill at work at about 10:00 A.M. then headed to Sunrise Mall in some God Forsaken town up there to shop for a gift for his Mom and my Dad (both their birthdays are in Jan). I also needed a pocket calendar for work, and I was trying to find some cheap bibs for the girls as we had forgotten to pack any for them. Before we could even shop, they demanded to nurse, so we found a comfy couch outside the door to Sears, and sat and nursed. It's amazing how private it was - we only saw 3 other people while we sat there. Then the shopping commenced and we spent WAY more than we should, but the good news it that everything we got was on sale, some for 65% off. I got a snack and then proceeded to "spackle" the babies. (Loving term given to babies by Liz and Andrea referring to the feeding of the babies. Really quite cute.) After the spackling we wandered for 45 more minutes until it was time to pick up Daddy. Then we went to dinner with his family to celebrate his Mom's birthday and home for bedtime.

Wednesday we got up thinking it was going to be a normal day, but that was not to be. My sweet little baby Samantha had a full blown seizure, body shaking, eyes rolled up in head, vomiting, etc. I will NEVER forget the look in my sweet baby's eyes for as long as I live. In any case, 911 was called and soon the paramedics arrived. She had already recovered by that point so to them she looked like a normal baby (she was still a little groggy in my opinion.) They checked her out and transported her to Sutter Memorial in Sacramento where they ran blood tests, started an IV, and did a CT scan on her head. All tests came back normal. They then called Stanford since we were from this area, and this is where all her doctors are. They decided they wanted to work her up here and sent an ambulance to pick her up and bring her back. She was checked into the PICU (Pediatric Intensive Care Unit) for more monitoring and tests. While there she enchanted all the staff with how "critically ill" she was. She was standing in her crib smiling and flirting with anyone who would pay attention. Since the staff usually doesn't get to see children this healthy and interactive in the PICU, they were having a blast playing with her. In any case, they did an EEG (ElectroEncephaloGram) on her the next day which came back normal as well. As a result, they sent us home stating that in the best case this would never happen again, worst case it will and they'll run more tests. Keep those good thoughts flowing.

During all this, I did not sleep. I couldn't take my eyes off my baby and her monitor (when it was on her - she was so active, it kept coming off.) So 40+ hours later, I finally got to nap for about 45 minutes with Riley napping/nursing on top of me (we were at home at this point.) I stayed up for another few hours and then nature kicked in and I passed out while trying to stay awake and watch TiVo. I watched the same 1/2 hour show for 5 1/2 hours without ever seeing the end. In case you're wondering, I was trying to stay up because I had to work the next night which means I had to try and sleep during the day. As it turns out I slept for about 15 hours other than the interuptions to nurse (which I love and appreciate even more after the last few days scare.)

That brings me up to today. Sadly I had to kiss my babies goodbye and head to work. On a happier note, my hubby called at 8:30 to say both babies were asleep, Sammi having been rocked to sleep by Liz, and Riley by Daddy after refusing to take her bottle from 4 different people. After this news I went to pump and have dinner. I opened my lunchbox to find my wonderful hubby had put a flower on the very top for me. It made me smile. What a great way to end my week. In addition I had prawns, a lovely salad complete with feta cheese (one of my favorites) and croutons, peaches (another fav), lemon cookies, gummy bears, pretzels, and a root beer. No, I didn't eat all of this for dinner. For those who have forgotten, I work 12 hour shifts, so this serves as dinner, midnight snack, and breakfast for me. I feel very fortunate that he goes to so much trouble to make my meals. If it were me, I'd probably end up with PB&J every night.