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The Adventures of Motherhood with Twin Boys
The Adventures of Motherhood with Twin Boys
Love, Hugs, and a few Tears
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Brodie the Door Stop
Night 2 of sleep boot camp was put on hold, but for a good reason. We made went to visit a close friend in the hospital. Lucas and Brodie both fell asleep in the car on the way home. A close friend of ours sustained severe injuries while hiking last Friday. As a result of his trip and fall, he was admitted to the neuro intensive care unit at Sutter Roseville. He has already undergone a blood transfusion, and several surgeries just to get him stabilized. He is awaiting two more surgeries this week. He tripped while hiking, fell an estimated 40 feet down a cliff, crushing his pelvis above the hip socket, fractured his left arm, severely broke his right forearm and wrist, and crushed his right cheek bone. We are thankful he is still here with us. Thankfully, he is expected to make a full recovery. Its just going to take time for him to heal.
Night 3, all business. Brodie cried LOUD and wailed, "Mama, mama, mama," repeatedly for 10 minutes. Lucas stayed in his bed, fell asleep, and never made a peep. They were both asleep within 15 minutes. After about 45 minutes of them falling asleep, I went to check on them. The only problem was Brodie had fallen asleep on the floor, behind their bedroom door like a door stop. I could only open the door a couple inches, just enough room for my hand to reach around and feel his foot. I then reached under the door, and felt an elbow. Carefully, I pushed the door with one hand, and gently pulled his feet with the other, moving him enough to fit my body through. I picked him up, and held him tight. He was soaking wet with tears, and quietly sobbing in his sleep. I waiting for his breathing to calm, then placed him in his bed, as he kept on sleeping. 1 comments from 1 users
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posted by
beltaineca
on Jun 24, 2009 at 11:15 PM
I'm so very sorry to hear about your friend - I'll send good thoughts that way.As for the sleeping routine - you're doing great! Hold your ground!
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