Monthly Archives: March 2009

Weekend Story

 Bumbum and Junior had an amazing weekend.

They were busy

Kicking butts


Wrestling each other



Having a Dad and Dude moment before falling asleep together ..





While I was busy learning how to make good samosas and the end product was not so bad ..


They also had their very first power outage which lasted for about 15 minutes. Junior was fine but Bumbum I think was a little scared. We lit some candles and the boys got so confused. They kept staring at them ..






Bumbum made several attempts to stand up today. No pics today because I forgot to charge the camera.

Another First ..

Bumbum and Junior went out for the very first time to visit friends. With their prematurity and the scare of infection and RSV , we never took them out anywhere all winter. Now that winter is almost over we dared to take them out to visit R and V.

To be very honest I was worried the whole time. I thought their house was too cold and I made them wear an extra layer of cloths. The moment Bumbum reached home he sneezed and I went into a frenzy. But it turned out to be a harmless little sneeze. Thank God for that.

The visit was fun. We met them after a very long time. These are people we used to spend all weekends together before March 20th happened. It was great getting back in touch to the world outside this home. Bumbum had fun, he kept crawling all over their house. Junior threw a fit since it was past his bed time and I think he was very confused. He eventually calmed down and had some fun. It was nice to see him finally doze off on R-s shoulder.  I am hoping that we all get back to our normal crazy schedule real soon. I want them to enjoy the mad weekends that we used to have. The impromptu parties.. the music .. dance .. silly jokes .. everyone talking at the same time .. I think the boys will have a blast. I cant wait for summer ..

First Year Checkup

We went in for the First year checkup today. The whole process apart from the evaluation involved two shots and a TB test. D and I kept the boys apart while each got the shots. This was to ensure that the crying of one doesnt scare the other. Even though we were succesfull in this but it really broke my heart to see the boys cry so much after the shots. I wish there was a less painful way for babies to get the vaccines. (Yes this is me .. saying this .. just a year back my boys were poked with needles every hour, and I could see more wires around them than thier faces. How time changes how we react to situations. ) The rest of the day went well otherwise. Dr. M is happy with the boys progress but wants Junior to gain more steadily. Bumbum is crawling now. I am planning to give him more floor space. Finally another milestone reached by Bamoo. Junior is trying. He does get up on all fours and rocks. I am sure he will be there before we know .. Keep going Buddy ..

Story so far


 This was New Years Eve 2007. While we ushered in 2008 I had no clue what it had to offer.

Both D and I were super excited to be first time parents. We did everything right. Ate right …Took enough rest … no stress … but something was missing.

We came to know that we were going to have twins around November and boy!! Were we thrilled? We took extra care. We went in for the bimonthly U/S. They were exciting because we could see the boys. Yes we knew that they were boys.

Everything went great … well kind of great. I was having bad morning sickness which lasted the whole day. I was throwing up all over the house. We kept on telling my Ob-GYN but everyone thought that this was normal with twins. May be it was.

Then March came. We were waiting for spring so that we could have the baby shower and also start shopping for the boys. We were counting the weeks and keeping track of the progress that the boys made inside me. I was almost getting close to my 28th week. My Ob GYN did say that I could go into early labor. So we were hoping something close to 36 …may be 37. We didn’t know that God smiled somewhere. Junior started kicking hard. We loved it.

God smiled even more. He had plans. Plans no one was aware of. Junior was not growing enough… he was small but the docs said all was well. We planned to get the house cleaned before I got bigger. The boys were coming, we needed a cleaner place. We checked in into a local hotel and I wanted to sleep. In-between when I woke up to use the rest room I thought I saw some discharge which did not look right. Oh!! I was half asleep… everything’s ok. God must have smiled again. His plans were almost in action.

I still went with my instinct (mother’s instinct??) and called in LnD to get my self checked. … After what seemed like craziness around me …some one said the words “DKA”.. I heard decay!! Am I decaying? I tried laughing it off.

Then I saw some very worried faces all around me. Some people came in with more needles and took more blood. What? I need to go home and rest. Some one said I should stay in that night. Oh well… anyways we were sleeping in the hotel. Here they will take better care. Before I realized they moved me to the MICU.

What’s a MICU ? Medical ICU some one said. Why do I need an ICU? Because I have DKA … Decay? No… Very high sugar…

Sugar? Diabetes? me? When? My head was spinning by now. What happens to Junior and Bumbum ? No one talked about them. Some people said my sugar was nearing 500. Oh!! What is the normal range? I did not know. D moved around me with a funny face. He was trying to be strong. I could see that he had some concerns. What is it I wondered? What is decay? Why do they keep talking about it?

I wanted to get some sleep. My boys were used to a schedule. They would be up at 5 am wanting the usual oatmeal snack. The boys didn’t move much. They kind of huddled together and moved to my right side. We three wanted to sleep. But that was not happening for the next 4 days.

Tests happened around the clock. More blood was taken. More doctors came in. I asked about my boys, everyone talked about decay. D laughed and said the boys will be good. Will be? They are good. I was a little scared by now. Because they missed their snack… they missed the sound of home. I could say that they were scared.

Then amongst all the confusion came the morning of March 20. I was not able to sleep well that night. I thought it was acid reflux. But then it was a new beginning of a new journey. Life as we knew so far was over in a few minutes. My water broke. I thought the boys are so small… we all prayed hard. Doctors now started to talk about the boys.

Finally, I thought. Now they will take care of my pregnancy. I was moved to a nicer room and I slept. I slept after 3 nights. Oh and 3 days too!! Suddenly amongst all confusion, I started having gas pains. Gain Pains? Wait the nurse wanted to check. No my boys are fine. Let them stay in. This is gas pain.

My denial did not matter at that point and I was rushed in for delivery. God smiled and gave us all his love and blessings because the ride ahead was not going to be easy.

Bumbum and Junior were born. Tiny… that’s what I could make out. No one let me hold them. I could very briefly kiss Bumbum. But where are they taking them? The words did not come out because I did not have the energy for it. I was taken to the recovery room. I cried the night out in pain, pain from the delivery and from being torn apart so suddenly from my boys. They would be hungry. Where are they? D got the photos. I saw them for the first time in an Iphone screen. How many moms do that? …. A journey of a different kind started from there.

We learnt terms like NICU, preemie, Brady, Apnea.. And more than may be we ever wanted.. That is a whole new story… But now with all the blessings that God sent our way that night we have made it home. The boys are brats. And they are home and safe and I intend to keep it that way. That night I might have failed in keeping them in me and safe .. But that very night I promised them at their birth that mommy will be there .. making everything as good as she can within her human capacity. If I can give them life I can keep them safe .. was my first thought and with that thought this story started. D and I started our journey as mom and dadda.