Competitive Siblings (how to prevent babies rolling over at night)

The girls are now 3 months old. They have been very good to their mummy, having slept all night since a months ago!!! I really cannot complain.
Then Gwen started rolling over a week ago. I think this is quite fast, considering Eddie only started rolling over at 6 months. It is a nightmare because when they roll onto their stomachs in the middle of the night, they get stuck and can't roll back. Of course they scream for your attention to help them roll back. What I used to do was put bolsters under his mattress, one on each side. This created a valley which he slept in and he couldn't roll over due to the slopes. With the twins, I substituted the bolsters with their supply of wet wipes.
This afternoon, Lillyth rolled over. Speaking of sibling competitiion!
My mozilla is sick therefore I can't upload photos for the time being.

When the Clock Ticks Past Midnight

That was the most fearsome part of post natal, in my opinion. How on earth am I going to manage 2 babies in the middle of the night, and what if they both wake up at different times?

Thank goodness, they have been wonderful. They wake up only once between 11pm and 6am, and they do wake up together. And yes, you can bottle feed at the same time. Illustration another time.

Sounds weird but yes, I've got 3!

This time around, I haven't got any gory pictures for this show and tell session. Even without any pictures to qualify for it, I did deliver my girls on the 9th April 2010, as promised. It was an uneventful day, I had more worries about Eddie than the impending birth of my twins.
Unsurprisingly, there were administration hiccups at the hospital. It was not too bad, I arrived at about 11am and was supposed to have my surgery a about 2pm. As the staff prepared me for my surgery, my ob-gyn was paged to attend another emergency delivery.
There I was, sitting on the metal cold surgery table. I couldn't lie down, as it was physically impossible. I did not realise how narrow surgery table was until then. The nurses in the operating theatre were very nice, and we were chit-chatting about what they were going to have for dinner. The anaesthetist turned up as he was oblivious to the news that surgery has been postponed. Good that he did, so I used the opportunity to tell him that I did not want my wrists bound during the surgery. Gasp, I know, that's another story for another day.
We waited for almost an hour before the doctor finally came. The anaesthetist stepped in for the job. I may not have had many spinal anaethesia for that compared to the first one I had 2 years ago, was not as pleasant. Even after the first pin-pricked injection, I could feel the liquid gushing into my spinal column. It was not painful, but rather an unpleasant sensation.
My ob-gyn proceeded to cut me up, which was still alright. However half way through the surgery, I had the oddest sensation in my legs. It feels exactly like the numbness before the pins and needles? You couldn't quite feel your leg but you do? Get what I mean. So here goes, I felt no pain but that sensation drove me nuts. So I got extremely agitated and kept telling the doctor how uncomfortable I was feeling and they must do something about it. I felt like getting up and reach out for my legs, but I could not do that as half my body was paralysed from the anaesthesia. You could imagine the feeling of helplessness. The only thing the anesthetist could do was to feed me for drugs to make me drowsy.
Thank goodness all went well, and I recovered with itch all over my body. Apparently that was the side effect from the drugs. Nurses and the services were crap. Insufficient communication between the nurses and the doctors, shortage of nurses. In the 3 days and 2 nights I was there, I was served 2 bowls of rice porridge (lukewarm), lots of milo and crackers. Crap.

An Appointment to Remember

Looks like we are all set for a date this Friday 9th April 2010.

I have not hit the panic button yet, as I still have a host of things to complete before then. What I worry the most is Eddie. He has spent the past 4 weeks, exclusively with me, which rendered him totally dependable on me alone. As Sig.Ot will not be here either, I definitely hope that my mom will be able to keep him happy and distracted for 3 days 2 nights. Oh heaven please make sure that the delivery go smoothly so I need not stay in the hospital for any longer period of time.

For those who haven't got anything better to do, just keep me entertained on Windows Messenger. I've told my family members to not bother with the 2 hrs round trip and just spend whatever little spare time they have with Eddie. It would be nice if you folks could just keep me company online.

The Adjective of Huge

My patience is running so thin you could practically see it through my gynomous belly.

I forgive those who do not know that I am carrying double, but for those who do and to then break into exclamation, "You are SO DARN HUGE!!!" is utterly 'duh.'

What else do you expect? I have got 2 human lives within me, double placentas, double water bags, and whatever else essential that I may have missed out.

And I am in alot of pain and discomfort.

F***ING Door Latch!!!!

It bloody hurts to scrape my belly against the metal door latch!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Big Yikes!!!

I've been so consumed with the everyday going-ons that it only just hit me that I'm supposed to have the babies next week! I am flying home with Eddie in 3 days time. "Oh gosh," as Eddie would say.

On the upside, I don't have time to fret over things I have no control over. My time is very stretched and divided between all my loved ones, plus the stupid car which keeps going back into the garage. Bleah, which reminds me I need to get the windows tinted by Wednesday!!! Bake and freeze an Oreo cheesecake. Oh, and order tiffin dinner for a week! Aiks, pay car road tax... oh gosh... I need to make a proper list of things to do.

The only thing I've bought for the babies is ONE set of clothes. hehehe... One will have the top and the other one the bottom I suppose. Yesterday Sig.Ot bought 5 bags of diapers!!! Looks like we are all set for the poop.

I am not very sure how I feel, a mixture of everything of course; fear, worry, panic. Like I have said before I am not a very baby person, ironic yes, so it will take some time before I am overwhelmed with happiness and glee.