coming home was wonderful. the babies were awake and climbing over each other and various toys when we burst in the door. sebastian and i immediately reached for a baby and while i held one he stroked their faces and told them "hello!" i think carys (owner of one tooth) was the first i held, and sela (who was furthest away) just hustled right over (slap! slap! slap!) and climbed up my outfit so she could get in on the loving. jasper drooled and grinned. and…he has one tooth! bottom left for those who are keeping track.
no rest for the very weary…the babies had a 10.30am doctors appointment. we managed to convince sebastian that he shouldn’t come with us and took all three over to the so familiar waiting room. they were weighed and jasper and sela are about 1.5 pounds apart from each other, weighing in at around 19 lbs and 20.5 lbs. little carys is about 15 pounds. we really do feed her just as much as we feed the others, and she is definitely the best FOOD eater, but she is like my mum and brother, i suspect, just of a different build. she’ll be the little girl at the ballet recital whose leotards are bagging at the knees and crotch, and who at 16 is all thin legs and litheness. (a new word i have created in honour of carys).
young jasper, who is technically 10 months old, is now wearing shirts for children 12-18 months old. maybe old navy stuff just fits small? he is so good humoured. he and sela are talking together all the time. charles walked into their room yesterday and found sela standing up in her crib staring over at jasper, jabbering away. i think we might have to put a curtain or something between them, because their room doesn’t resemble a hospital ward enough already.
other changes, the babies are certainly more possessive. of me, and their toys. we gave jasper a sippy cup full of water and carys motored over to him to have a look, and he just shifted his (considerable) body so that she could not reach his drink. same with toys now. the yanking back and forth is fun to observe.
poor carys had to get blood tests yesterday to check her hormone levels. poor little poppet.of course the first time they couldn’t get a vein, and so they had to try again. try explaining that to a one year old.
she also had to get an x-ray, to determine her growth pattern. the doctors are a little concerned.
after returning from the doctors, sebastian walked up to me and said, "i would like to take a nap please" and so i put him down. at 2.30pm i woke him up for playsport and he kept saying, Please mummy, i want to go back to bed. so, back to bed it was for him.
i can’t tell you how he managed for the rest of the day, because after i woke him up at 4pm, i went to lie down for a bit. and woke up at 3am. a good sleep.
quick health update: things are not good. the plane ride did not agree with me, and i had a tough time in toronto. thank God for good friends who don’t mind being interrupted at all hours to save my hide. as a result, i am now on the fat drug again. i weighed myself at the workout room the DAY i started the drug…and it was respectable. three days later, i was 10 pounds heavier. and it kept going. now, no stranger to destructive behaviour, i didn’t eat brilliantly, but nothing to justify this weight gain.
so i am unhappy.
1) that i am so shallow (mentally! physically, nothing shallow about me!)
2) that this is happening, that i have the uncertainty back in my life.
3) that i dkn’t know why this is happening and that no doctor can tell me.
is it time to start a new drug? what would be such a huge undertaking. and more uncertainty. but when i think about it, things aren’t too stable right now, and i am getting fat to boot. big choices on the horizon.
but on the good side, i am home again and i could tell sebastian with all sincerity: darling, the next time you get on a plane, the babies will be with you. what a nice promise!
