I’m all about looking forward, and never looking back.
It’s been my way for as long as I can remember. Once I write an exam, it’s over, I don’t stand outside the classroom going over possible answers with other students.
I simply move on.
This blog is the story of an infertile women expecting twins via surrogacy.
I’m no longer the expectant duck.
I’m just plain ol’ regular duck but with a twist, I now have this new role called mom, and as I navigate my way through this new time, I find myself leaving this blog behind.
And while I leave my blog behind, I will never leave my dear blogging friends behind.
I will still be out here, reading and commenting on all your stories, but, for now, I will no longer be blogging.
I’m sure I will come back again someday, in another realm, once I figure out what my new space should look like.
Thanks for everything, your kind words has helped me get through so much.
I know, they were 1 month old over 10 days ago, but, really, I have no free time to write blogs, talk on the phone or write emails.
So it I’ve dropped off the planet, my appologies, it’s just getting busier not quieter. Monkey and Giraffe are no longer premies and no longer sleeping all the time.
I do get to read blogs, and I apologize for not commenting, I’m still here, still reading, just not commenting.
At the last appointment they both weighed over 8 pounds, and monkey is now heavier than his sister!
Monkey and Giraffe as of today are officially term babies!
And they are getting big, at Dr. Boob’s office they were weighed and Monkey was 6 pounds 13 ounces and Giraffe was 7 pounds 3 ounces! Monkey is catching up to his sister!
In other news, I STILL have not received my record of employment and can’t apply for EI until I do – ye know it’s been a month and they STILL have not “got around” to contacting the payroll provider so times are tight around here and formula is freaking expensive!
Baby crying…. gotta run.
Wow. Friday was a rough one.
It all started out with almost no sleep as I had two fussy babies all night long (I’m not complaining -just stating the facts).
Then we went to a breastfeeding clinic based here in Toronto that is world famous to see a doctor that we will refer to as Dr. Boob.
Well Dr. Boob is a bit of an arse, and his staff are breastfeeding lunatics, and I’m putting it mildly.
When Dr. Boob walked into the room we were trying to latch 2 babies at the same time.
Here is some of the interaction with Dr. Boob:
Dr. Boob “Why aren’t you tandem feeding?”
Duck “I’m using a lactation aid to supplement and I was born with only 2 hands so I can’t really supplement?”.
Dr. Boob “Yes but they are getting bottles, and you wouldn’t have to use the lactation aid if you weren’t getting bottles.. and what hopsital were they born at…why didn’t they teach you tandem feeding… why did the NICU staff give them bottles?”.
Duck “I don’t know….”
Dr. Boob “I’m just being funny, I don’t expect you to have the answers”.
Dr. Boob “Seriously you won’t have to use the supplement if you can just get the supply up by dropping the bottles”.
Duck “Actually I’ve induced lactation so, I have to use the lactation aid”.
Dr. Boob “Oh, no one told me that” (stutter stammer).
The appointment was 2.5 hours. Two hours, thirty minutes of me trying to breastfeed with 5 on lookers poking at me and my two little ones in a room that was 37 degrees. No one ever said “good job” or made any nice remarks. No one.
Finally we get away from Dr. Boob’s lactation army and we travel back across the city in rush hour traffic.
We have visitors almost as soon as we arrive home and we decide to take the babies out into the garden which has lots of shade and was cooler then inside.
Me, Mr. Duck, our friends, Monkey and Giraffe all go outside.
We leave a pot of water to boil on the stove as we were sterilizing bottles and it requires us to boil a GIANT pot of water.
Mr. Duck goes back inside to remove the pot from the stove and to turn off the A/C.
But he can’t.
We’ve locked ourselves out of the house.
Two hours, two hundred dollars and one drilled out lock later, we break back into our house.
Let’s hope today is a better day.
3 weeks old
- I’ve officially survived one day on my own (Mr. Duck went back to work yesterday) it’s been busy but I LOVE spending time with them, feeding them and watching them grow (they’re both smiling more often) and little monkey is so attached to his sister we have to make sure she’s in the crib fed and ready to sleep before him because he will NOT settle until she’s in there with him.
- As of a week ago almost all documents needed for the declaration of parentage have been signed! We’re just waiting on M’s portion and then a court date can be set! The lawyers think it will be wrapped up quickly which is so exciting as we’re hoping to fly in July to see Mr. Duck’s brother/sister in law/niece who we only get to see once every two years – if we miss this time it will be another TWO YEARS till we see them again!
- Why is it that everyone only speaks with me now about monkey and giraffe? They are wonderful amazing little people but my brain still works and would love love to use it to talk about grown up stuff, the upcoming G8, world politics, fashion, oil crisis, ye know anything adult like.
ANd a pic – on the left is Monkey and the right is Giraffe:
16 Days old
- In-laws were here for one week, so I have not read a blog since (I’m in total withdrawal) and will catch up with everyone in the early hours.
- The in-law visit was a mixed bag, it was nice for them to see the babies, but, exhausting for me as they kept asking if they can feed the babies, resulting in me constantly saying NO NO No, trying to learn how to breastfeed when you have visitors is NOT fun. At. All.
- Have lots to say about being an infertile mother, and how I find it difficult to chat aimlessly about the bowl movements of my children, ye know, they’re interesting but their pooh.. not so much.
- Babies are doing great, getting big, Giraffe (girl) is 6.1 pounds and monkey is 5.8 pounds, and the doctor is happy that they are doing so well.
- The DNA came back and they are officially genetically ours.
- We met with the declaration of parentage lawyers and the papers are signed, the lawyers think that we can have the birth certificates by July (we plan on flying in July).
8 days old
I am not sure where this blog is going, if you are reading expecting a blow by blow of what the babies are doing you will be disappointed, while I adore my babies, this blog is about, ye know, me, it’s my space so you will be reading more about me and my take on motherhood and our new life.
HAving the babies home with us is like heaven on earth. Life in the hospital and in the NICU is stressful and exhausting, and we are just so happy to be here, in our nest with our little ducklings.
You may be wondering about breastfeeding and how that is going. Well, some of you have babies who were in nicu will know that when in the nicu bottles and formula seem to be the norm, but since arriving home things are progressing well. I’m using a device and ice called a “lactaid” and it’s essentially a little tube that I insert into their mouth once they are latched on that supplements them. At first I wasn’t sure about it, but, now I quite like the tool, they are getting my milk, my supply is growing (and my boobs) and I know that they are also getting the extra calories from the formula or expressed breast milk from the lactaid. That said, they still do get bottles, right now they feed every 3 hours and one gets to breast feed the other one gets a bottle from Mr. Duck (he’s home with me for 3 weeks!). Our babies are both unique in that they seem to prefer to bf over the bottle and twist and turn their little head when they see that plastic nipple coming at them!
How do I feel? Like a warrior coming home from war. I feel like this has been such a long road, with so many little battles, and so many big battles. We’re here, we’re exhausted, and we are so very very happy. Every time they cry it makes me happy, I’m grateful that the air is coming into their lungs, that they are here with us, that they are finally home.