Last day of 2016

its with great sadness I read today that one of my fellow CHD mommas has to lay her sweet boy to rest. His earthly struggles are over and he's on to greater things at home with Jesus.

2016 has been a bad year for death. So much death this year. It's for this reason I'll be glad to see this year come to an end.

Seeing photos of that sweet boy, reminders that my boy also born with a CHD. Life isn't long enough for some folks and God it's unfair for so many people.

For those of you who have lost someone this year, my heart aches for you!

Hiya all

Yep, another picture of my big fat head. You love it, shut up.

So, I've no idea what or where I'm going with my blog(s). At times I think nothing of them, that they are completely lost and I'm sinking in this hoarding mess of twins and children and life and ... just yea.

It's fun though... most of the time. I'm stressed, constantly and ready to throw in a match,run screaming down the hill pulling my hair out.  But I make it OK.  Two of the 4 children are asleep, so that's... a plus.

I'm so thankful for all the nice comments I got back in October. I'd seriously don't remember that post, serious sleep deprivation I think was the norm.

We spent last week sick so I don't remember much of that either.  We're on the mend now though (I hope).  The twins have been doing their albuterol and one of them is almost done with their antibiotics (ear infection).

I still haven't come up with clever names for them yet... Help me? I know some of you have some ideas (cough *chris* cough *Al* cough)

Also on a twin note, our baby b (until I figure something else out) had his open heart surgery last month, November 7. He's doing really well, kids are amazing y'all. They way they fight everything, I'd been laying there like a dead fish or something if it had been me. Not him, he was repaired and sent home on day 4.

His breast bone is still healing, so we're really only limited on the way we have to pick him up.  But he's rolling over like a champ again!  Before long other than the scar you won't be able to tell a difference. He's pretty much the same ole kid.  Eating better and spitting up less, that's a difference and a plus if you ask me.

Love em.

Brother on the other hand, baby a for now. He's pretty well flying with colors.  He's crawling and sitting and beginning to pull up. It's really sweet to see. He's a little spit fire though I think.

So there you have it, an update on the ole life of MB.

November and December came and went. Pokey will celebrate her birthday next Sunday. SO it's going to be a big ta do. She'll be 13, ya know. I still can't believe it.  Life is weird y'all.

Can you believe all the lives we've lost this year. It's...  crazy.

So until next time, keep hanging in there Dingleberries!

hello all

Well I've been awol again, of course.

Life is busy, as always. The twins are a blast, the three year old has gained a new name, threenado. Fun little thing i picked up online one day.

It's what we do though.

I'm on the laptop tonight, so this is something new. So much easier to type on this thing than that iphone.

I was on facebook or something earlier and saw a post by shannon doherty and made me remember that devil, cancer. I lost my dear blogging friend Tim last month because of cancer, next month marks the 4th year since Mama MB lost her battle with cancer.  There are some folks at work who are going through it, some of them again.

It's hard and it's terrible. but we all know that I guess,

I miss blogging, I miss reading whats going on in your worlds.

I hope all is well with you all and that I can catch up, somehow.

Until later,

Keep hanging in there.

a dear friend, gone too soon

My dear friend And fellow blogger Tim passed away on September 4.2016. Though we never met, he was close to my heart.

Such a sad time

Life is unfair sometimes

Feeling discouraged

So I've been on the fence for a while about what kind of vehicle we MB's would be owning now, what with all these monkies and all.  As most of us can relate, the idea of a minivan made me want to run with scissors!  

But we gave in ... We're the proud owners of a minivan, it's a Toyota.  I hope it's not a piece of junk.

All of that aside, not to sound like doom and gloom, because I don't want to be that way, I'm not giving up hope on my baby b.

We were suppose to get the van tonight (Tuesday). But because of the holiday it's not here yet, but we have still have the loaner.  (see there's a bright side to most things)

We were also suppose to bring home baby B tomorrow (Wednesday), but we're starting over.. 

5 more days.

It's this stuff. 

-Hang in there

Updaters.

Sorry folks, it's been a while.  But I have good reason.

My twinbies, well they were due june 19th. We were scheduled for c-section at 38 weeks on June 7th... Well they had a mind of their own and the good Lord had a plan of His own. 

Monkey Butt at 34 weeks and 2 days. 

I had this great idea that for mothers day I wanted to take the kids to the zoo.  That was a lot of fun but it spiraled from there. My swelling was getting worse and worse and I was starting to have more pains, so on Thursday morning.. I just couldn't take the pain anymore, I was obviously having contractions... I never had those with my other two monkeys, so this was new.  Well, like I said I couldn't stand it anymore.. I decided to call my work and family, I was going to swing by my Dr office and have them check me out.. Just to make sure they weren't too close or anything like that.

Yes they're definitely contractions and they wanted me to go to the hospital .

Oh you know how that goes, but I made calls and had Mr MB on the way to get me as well as my aunt and grandma.  

So the checking begins.

By the middle of the day I was ready to go home, I'd already been pumped with so much fluid that I was even more miserable, they'd offered to sedate me (which I refused) and one nurse even went as far to tell me that if I left it would be against their orders. When the Dr came in with his shots, I almost had him talked into letting me leave, but the shots they'd given me didn't make the contractions stop and they came back to tell me I definitely would be spending the night. With my other monkeys at school and daycare, this was stressful to me. 

Settled in for the night and the discomfort gets greater.  

Sometime after midnight, my twin A decided it was time.  It felt like he kicked the hell out of me and his water broke.  Looks like it's going to be go time.

My baby monkeys were born Friday, May 13th and 34 weeks and 4 days. Given them an automatic trip down to the NICU.

These pictures are pretty recent.  

My baby A is home with us. My baby B is still in the NICU. 

But we're getting closer.  

I'll try to update more later. 

Thanks for all whose hung in there. 

Should be working

One of those weeks where Id rather not be working, but I think we all go through sometimes.

It's OK though, just another day in paradise.  

I think we're getting our heads up out of water around here, I hope.  We hired a new guy and he seems to be doing OK. He's still here with us, but it's only been a few days.  12 hours knows how to wear people down ,I guess.  Hard work being a tow truck driver.

So I'm hopeful all is well in the land of yours. It's a short post today (again) because I want to check in and see what you all have been up to.  

Hanging there, as always

Yall do the same

-MB