My Twins are Turning 2 Tomorrow... Monkey See Monkey Do...

February 2, 2016

Happy Groundhog Day again! Just like that a year's flown by and my little monkeys are about to turn 2 years old tomorrow. The last year has been so hard and rewarding all at once. So many little and big changes and unfortunately my free time was too limited to truly document everything play by play. Thank God for iPhone pictures and videos, right?

My friends and I are all definitely adulting big time and when we stop and look around how many kids we have made between us all, it's pretty impressive. A bunch of us had a first annual holiday party for the babies/kids to do a little gift exchange at Maria's house and it was mind-blowing to see the photos later on where all of us are sitting with a kid or two. 2015 began with Anali giving birth to her second baby boy named Bradley. Shortly after that, Tanya had her first baby girl Anika in April. Sara gave birth to baby Mila in June. Melissa gave birth to her third baby boy named Owen in September. Maria gave birth to her second kiddo, baby Valentina aka Vivka. To add to all this baby madness, my sisterfriend Jessica finally got pregnant and is now halfway through her pregnancy. She will find out the gender later on this month and her little bean is due 6/30 (or 7/1). It's really amazing how life progresses and we keep on adulting without realizing that we are. And this list doesn't include all the people at work and friends I only keep in touch with via social media.

The girls' 1st birthday party was at a brunch place because let's face it, that was more of our milestone, our celebration of surviving the first year of parenthood and the first year of having twins. It was a Twincess themed affair using all shades of purple. Below are a few pictures of the details.




Alyssa and Paula are not in daycare yet and are not exposed to many people outside of our home and their circle. So their first birthday actually was really tough on us, they started crying the second they entered the party and would start crying again every time someone would approach them and people kept on approaching them obviously to say happy birthday and to meet them. We were drowning so badly the first year that we actually didn't go to many places with them. We had a very rigid schedule we were following and it worked for us to be consistent with nap and meal times. So we would skip out on a lot of fun events because it was more important for us to have well-rested and happy babies. So partially our fault, but we had to do what we had to do for our own sanity. So many dear friends and family members showed up to their first birthday party and unfortunately no one was able to hold them or hug them, let alone even say "hi" to them without another meltdown. They still didn't walk and sat in their high chairs the whole time or were carried around by us or grandparents. However it all ended up working out. Sure it was stressful to us, yes I was sweating the whole time trying to make sure my guests were happy and trying to make sure the girls were calm and I didn't even anything really at an all-you-can-eat place. Nonetheless, I ended up with a lot of great photos and everyone told me they enjoyed themselves, they loved the food and bottomless mimosas and everyone seemed to be pretty understanding that the babies were only 12 months old. So thank you everyone for that!

In the last half a year or so we have been doing a pretty good job at attending all events that we can with the girls. We have transitioned from two naps to one when the girls were 20 months in October and that made it a lot easier to attend things since they were finally on a similar schedule to other kids. Now it's not too big of a deal to move their nap up a bit or down a bit, as long as they sleep, it's all gravy. We got a membership to the SF Zoo because it's super close to home and very stroller friendly and we started going there before the girls could even walk. They started walking right around 15 months. Slow but steady. I didn't mind one bit, I wasn't in any rush to chase them. In a lot of ways things became easier not having to carry them everywhere. Also that doesn't happen right away, it takes them some time to become confident walkers who are not clumsy and don't fall all over the place. So from one perspective it's actually pretty nice that they started walking so late because they were pretty careful since they were scared of falling, they already understood what that feels like. Even though it's much easier having them crawl/walk up the stairs or walk on their own and not having to carry them around, it made things a lot harder in other areas. It' became harder to go outside with them because I really did enjoy just being able to have them in a stroller and go on walks with them while sipping on my coffee and taking pictures. Now they don't want to be in the stroller for too long, they want to run around, they like to run in different directions. I have yet to go outside w/ them on my own, it's even hard with the two of us taking them outside. If we would take the stroller we'd end up chasing them and pushing the stroller and in the house they're also all over the place. But that is life and this is the natural progression.

I do have to say that in a lot of ways second half of first year is easier than the second year and I'm sure I'll always say that. The older they get the more demanding they get, the more they need, the more they ask for and the more you have to watch them. I remember how chill it was to place them in their jumpers or in their playpen and watch them crawl around or lay there playing with toys. Now it's more of "Oh shit she's about to fall of the couch, go get her!" Going out to events with them is really tough. Up until very recently they would cry for more than half of the time we'd be somewhere. Everything is new to them and they are very wary of new surroundings, things and people. Some babies are just like that. I know babies/kids who get out a lot less than Alyssa and Paula and they never had any anxiety about new things and people, but mine did from infancy.

So we really are doing a lot to improve the situation. We had a few play dates, definitely need more of those. We even FaceTime with a bunch of friends and their kiddos. If weather permits, we go out to the park, store, etc with them. We attended birthday parties at kiddie places. In the last couple of months, they have gotten so much better and people don't scare them the same way as before. However it's been such a cold and rainy winter that we haven't been able to be out and about as much as we were before. This year we are having their birthday party at a kiddie gym place with a cute monkey theme. There will still be people at the party the girls have never officially met before, but also a lot of familiar faces to them, so I'm hoping they behave themselves. We have been telling them nonstop about their upcoming birthday and party, hopefully it's registering. I really want them to enjoy themselves and for everything to go smoothly.

Anyway, there's no real way to recap a whole year in one blog entry. All I can say is that I can't believe I've been a mom for two years and I can't believe my tiny babies who were barely 5 lbs at birth are now these running chatterboxes. Tonight will be so bittersweet as I'll say good night to my little one year olds and say good morning to my two years olds tomorrow. I love them with everything I have and I only wish for them and everyone we love to be healthy and happy. That's all that matters.

Monkey See Monkey Do
Our twins are turning 2
February third is here
A special time of the year

We love the way you talk
And the cute way you walk
We love how you play
Together every single day

We love everything you do
Even when you make us blue
We even love you when you scream
Because above all you're our dream

Happy Birthday little ladies
You'll always be our babies
You're now a whole big two
Always know we love you 


The last year has been tough to say the least...

February 1, 2016

This last year during which I haven't posted anything new was also a very testing one to say the least. As I mentioned in my pregnancy post that I discovered I had SVT halfway through my pregnancy and I honestly was not planning on having a procedure to get rid of it because I was convincing myself it was only during the pregnancy. Who was I kidding? Well here's a little update about it in case you were wondering. I had a few little episodes after pregnancy that I was able to quickly stop with the bearing down breathing technique I learned and mastered along with being on beta blockers for it. On 5/28/15, I had an SVT episode I couldn't stop at work in a meeting and 911 had to be called. It was one of the most traumatic things I've ever experienced at work. That situation got me to the electrophysiologist Eugene Woods right away to talk about the SVT Ablation procedure. I was scared about all the risks and was hoping it wouldn't keep on happening, but I had another episode at work that after 10 minutes of breathing technique I was able to stop and ended up feeling little mini episodes every other day or so. My life became scary and it was difficult to get through the simplest activities. Needless to say this caused me a ton of anxiety that I am still working through.

I finally said enough is enough, I'm too young for this. I had the ablation procedure on 8/25/15. I was scared out of my wits. I didn't know what to expect and the fear was just building with each day closer to the procedure. The extra passageway I was born with ended up being on my left side which is one of the complications of the surgery and what poses more risks, but my surgeon was such a pro and did his thing. I had to be pretty much completely sedated majority of the time because of how scared and nervous I was acting and feeling. It all feels like a big blur to me now. It was just something that had to be done and looking back at it, I would do it again in a heartbeat, just praying I never have to. This obviously caused a tremendous stress on my loved ones in more than one way... 

Now on a total downer note... it was a really hard year for my Grandpa Yakov. He had pneumonia on top of pneumonia all year long. Beginning of October he fell in the nursing home for no reason and broke his hip. We made the call for him to have the hip replacement surgery because we didn't want him to be a vegetable even though is was highly risky for him. He loved to walk and be outside so we didn't see him having any kind of life laying in bed. He made it through. The last few months after returning to the nursing home, his dementia got the best of him with him losing his memory faster than ever before and also prevented him from doing PT and thus he was stuck in a wheelchair. On 1/15 he was taken to ER in CPMC for yet another pneumonia, however this time the doctors told us his lungs were totally depleted due to aspirating and there was no sense of treating him and he had just days left. This is still very fresh to me as it was only two weeks ago that this happened. For 3 long days we watched Grandpa suffer and lay in a hospital bed in a half unconscious and sedated state and on 1/18 this warrior who was almost 89 years old and escaped the concentration camp TWICE in his life took his last breath. It was very traumatic for us all to say good bye to him. And even as I'm typing this now, it doesn't seem real to me. I love you, Dedushka, you will always be missed. He was my last grandparent and now I have no grandparents left and that whole generation is wiped in my family. 

A self portrait Yakov drew of himself

Life is such a crazy thing and it is important to live every day cherishing what you have, appreciating everything around you and showing love to the ones who love you. 


Love, blessings and well wishes to everyone. 

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