The pediatrician told me to bring Chase and Harlowe into the office for a weight check.
But I forgot about the appointment. So when did I realize this?
A few hours after the appointment time? No.
A few days later? No.
EIGHT days later? Yes. That’s right. It took me an entire eight days to realize that I had never brought my premature newborns to the pediatrician. Even God works faster than that.
Thankfully, their weights are great. 7 week-old Harlowe is now just over 7 lbs and Chase is nearly 9 lbs. I frankly think it’s mostly his head but the important thing is that he’s growing. Somewhere.
The doctor says I can now let the twins sleep up to 5 hours without feeding at night. I just need someone to tell Chase and Harlowe that because they don’t seem to really be in the loop.
I’ve love to get a little more sleep. Or to put it another way, I am completely desperate to get a break from the crippling, nauseating, overwhelming sleep deprivation. So I tried putting the twins in car seats last night. And they did sleep a bit longer.
Rick and I are considering sleeping in car seats too.
Meanwhile, I’ve been thinking a lot about overnight camp. Rick has always been a huge proponent of overnight camp but I never really understood the concept.
Why should I send my kids to overnight camp someday when they can go to a nice day camp and then I can check on them at night. Are camp counselors going to peek in and make sure my girls haven’t run away in the middle of the night to follow Taylor Swift around the globe? Oh I doubt it.
But now with four kids in the house, I’m thinking overnight camp might be a nice break for Rick and me. A chance for us to reconnect, go out to dinner and get some alone time. So we’re searching for camps that take newborns. Surprisingly, this seems to be an untapped market.
Thankfully we have Dylan and Summer always assisting us with childcare…
I am so glad there is someone around to brush Harlowe’s locks. There is nothing worse than a baby with unkempt hair.