Monday, September 15, 2014

Microblog Monday: A Lot of Firsts

Saturday we did a lot of first time things with the babies.  
We took our first family trip to the park.

They thought the swing was pretty cool

They ate their first whole banana, or attempted to anyway.  Ayden did pretty good with his, but Rylee had trouble with the texture and choked on it a bit, resulting in some vomit and a thorough cleaning of the high chair.

They took their first bath together.

Saturday also happened to be our 17th wedding anniversary.  
It was a perfect day spent with our babies.

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Friday, September 12, 2014

What I Hate About Infertility

I had no intention of writing this post, but then I read yet another infertility blog about the guilt that woman feels now that she is pregnant.  I absolutely HATE that infertility makes woman feel so guilty and sad when they finally get pregnant, because they are worried for all their friends still in the trenches.

I know what it's like to experience infertility.  I spent 14 years watching everyone else have babies, coach other people's babies, and want babies of my own.  I KNOW what it is like to want babies and to start planning and living your future child free.  We truly were convinced we would never have children of our own, until the last two years when we decided to go into extreme debt and give it our last ditch effort.  Even then it didn't work.  What we thought was our last ditch effort turned out to be our second to last ditch effort. After one failed IUI (that we knew wouldn't work), an IVF cycle that resulted in a chemical pregnancy and no left over embryos, and another IVF cycle that was canceled and turned into a failed IUI cycle, we decided our last ditch effort would be using an egg donor.  Woo hoo!  We then got pregnant!  Only to find out I miscarried at 9w5d.  We had two frozen embryos left, and one of them didn't even meet the criteria to be frozen, but they decided to freeze it anyway since they like to freeze them in pairs and we had one good one.

Those two frozen embryos turned out to finally be our babies.  If that FET hadn't worked, we were done. To this day, I have no idea which one of them was the "good" embryo and which one would have been tossed if it had been by itself.  A terrifying thought!

My point here is that I KNOW what it is like to be at the end of the line and be infertile.  We spent 14 years trying to conceive.  14 years!  My husband had passed his 40th birthday and I was quickly approaching it.

While we were going through treatments, I read a lot of blogs.  I sought success stories.  I cheered for those that got pregnant and ended up with their take home babies.  Those people inspired me!  They gave me hope!  I cried (and still do) for those that didn't experience success.  Those particular people helped me to stay in reality that what we were doing might not work.  We might have been spending all that money and going further into debt simply for peace of mind in knowing we gave it everything we had to try for our family.

I've made some incredible friends through this blogging world.  Many that I actually refer to as friends when talking to people in my "real life."  I continue to follow many into the journey of parenthood, and still follow those that are still in the trenches fighting for a chance at their own family.  When they get pregnant, I am so ecstatic for them!  It seems that inevitably though, there is eventually a post about how they don't know what to write about on their blog anymore because they don't want to hurt those that are still trying.  They feel guilty for all their friends left behind.  I HATE that this happens!  After years of trying, I want for my bloggie friends to be happy and excited because they are finally pregnant!  I want them to be able to start their journey into parenthood without the handcuffs of infertility still around them.

I know it's easy for me to say, now that I'm on the other side, but I haven't always been.  Some might say I forget what it's like.  No.  Just... no.  I won't ever forget that it took me over a decade and someone else's eggs to get me pregnant.  I won't ever forget the miscarriages I had.  It would be impossible for me to forget the heartache.

As much as I love this blogging community and the friendships I've made, I find it really unfortunate that as a result of reading blogs, infertile bloggers have these feelings of guilt and sadness when they finally get their bfp and their take home babies.  I wish that we could be a community of support through thick and thin.  I know that there are some people that have a really hard time when they hear pregnancy announcements, go to baby showers, or see a pregnant woman.  I get that, but what I want my newly pregnant bloggie friends and new Mommy bloggie friends to remember, is that there are also those people like myself that find HOPE in reading your story.  There are some people that will persevere for that ONE MORE cycle because you inspire them to continue.

Please continue blogging.  Please be happy for yourself and your Little One. Don't let infertility put a shadow on your success story.  Don't let infertility win, even when you've defeated it.  I'm not saying to forget those that are still in the trenches.  I'm not saying that at all.  I just want you to be HAPPY for yourself and guilt free, while you still cheer those friends on and still cry with them when infertility does get the better hand.  Be a good friend, but not at the sacrifice of your joy in your own situation.

Thursday, September 11, 2014

GI Appintment

Last week we made a trip to OHSU to visit a GI doctor to address Rylee's reflux.  It really hasn't been too bad lately, other than a lot of spit up, but the appointment was scheduled over a month ago and was mostly just to rule out there being something more going on than normal reflux.  Her brother has been spitting up just as much as Rylee lately it seems.  He just hasn't had the previous eating problems and vomiting issues that Rylee has dealt with in the past.

At the initial visit last week, they weighed and measured Rylee.  She was 15 lbs, 2 oz.  She'd gained only a mere 3 oz in the last month.  I knew she wasn't eating enough because at 8 months old, she was only getting about 19-22 ounces a day in formula.  She also gets cereal and a veggie/fruit every morning, but that was about it.  The problem was that whenever we gave her more than 3.5 ounces at a time, she would spit up so much!  So we tried to feed her less at a time, but more often.  It just wasn't adding up to enough.  The GI doctor confirmed that.  Rylee should be getting 27 ounces of formula per day.  Geesh!  If that's the case, we definitely weren't feeding Ayden enough either!  He had been only getting 24-26 ounces per day.

The doctor explained that even though drinking more will make her spit up more, she would also be taking in more.  She told me about an experiment they had done, having people estimate how much liquid was spilled on a table and that every single person over guessed the amount.  What may seem like an entire bottle either being spit back up or vomited, in actuality isn't that much.

She ordered a test to be done that would allow them to see Rylee's esophagus.  This test would rule out a number of possible issues that Rylee could be dealing with, including whether or not she possibly had a hemangioma growing on her esophagus.  The doc didn't think that it was any more than normal reflux, but wanted to take a look to be sure.

This week we made the trek back up to OHSU for the test.  I had Ayden with us also, but he couldn't be in the room with us while they ran the test.  They were super nice about it and had a tech stay with Ayden in a small room adjacent to us, with the door open.

They had Rylee lay on an x-ray table and drink a few ounces of barium from a bottle.  As she was drinking, they had a monitor that showed the barium moving through her esophagus, into her stomach, and exiting her stomach.  Rylee wasn't a fan of the big box thingy surrounding her.  She was also starving because she couldn't eat or drink anything for three hours prior to the test.  Every time she would cry, I could also hear Ayden start fussing from the other room.  He was starving as well.  I couldn't feed him and not Rylee!  That would NOT have gone over very well.

The test showed that everything looked normal.  It also showed a visual of Rylee's reflux because you could see it trying to come back up.  Basically, now we just wait for her to hopefully outgrow of it!  I'm very glad that nothing more is wrong, but I sure do wish there was a solution to stop the spit up!

When we were all done, they let me stay in the room to change both babies diapers.  I hate using the fold down tables in the public bathrooms!  It just seems so gross, so I try to avoid it as much as possible!  Then we went back out to the lobby, both Ayden and Rylee finally got their bottles, and then we were on our way home again!

Ayden and Rylee in the stroller without their car seats!  They are big kids now!

I love her blue eyes!

His smile melts me!

Tuesday, September 9, 2014

Nurse Visit

We are still getting our at home nurse visit once a month.  This is a free service provided by the county for families that may need an extra little bit of help.  Since I had premature twins, we were recommended for the program.  It's not really necessary at this point, as we are doing very well, but I am not about to turn down the extra opportunity to have my babies weighed and measured, plus she checks on their developmental milestones.  It also gives me another opportunity to have someone to bounce questions off of and she was a tremendous amount of help when Rylee was going through so much at the beginning of her little life.  Nurse J was here to witness how Rylee struggled eating and saw how much pain she was in from the little ulcers on her bottom, so she was able to pass that info on to our pediatrician and got us the referral to occupational therapy.

Nurse J brings us coupons for formula, gives me baby magazines to read, and sends me info in the mail as needed.  She actually went out of her way to drop off extra coupons one day when we didn't even have an appointment scheduled!  As a result of yesterday's meeting, she is going to send me info on baby sign language.  Tony REALLY wants to teach them baby sign language, so he will be very happy for the info.

As of yesterday, Rylee now weighs 16 lbs even and is 26.5 inches tall.  Ayden weighs 20 lbs, 7 oz and is 27.5 inches tall.

Last week we met with a GI specialist up in Portland, and Rylee was only 15.2 lbs.  She definitely was not getting enough food because she had barely gained any weight in the last month.  We knew she wasn't getting enough, but didn't know what to do since she spits up so much.  Well, the doctor told us that we had to give her more.  She will spit up more, but she will also retain more.  I guess she was right!  In just one weeks time, Rylee has gained almost a full pound!  And yes, the spit up has also increased.  Our living room is now entirely covered in blankets.  Literally.  The doctor said that most babies, 98%, will outgrow their reflux by the age of one.  1-2% will outgrow it by the age of two, and a very, very small number will have to deal with it beyond that.  I really hope we are in the 98%.  As I've mentioned before, we are so over this spit up already.

Patchwork of blankets and a mess of baby stuff!

Nurse J was very impressed with how active both Ayden and Rylee are.  I literally am chasing them around with a burp cloth, cleaning up spit up, trying to keep them corralled to the blankets.  They don't understand the invisible line and love to wander and see how far they can get away with venturing about.  I love their curiosity and absolutely love watching them move about, but it's also a bit of a little pain in the butt too.  Hah!

In other news, yesterday I also managed to slice off the tip of my finger.  Yep, making dinner is a dangerous activity.  Sigh.  I was cutting up veggies for dinner and oops!  Got my finger!  I called my MIL to come watch the babies while I drove myself to urgent care.  I wasn't sure if I would need stitches or not, but I thought I might, and my MIL thought that it was deep enough that I might also.

I was a little terrified at the idea of needing stitches.  I don't handle stuff like that well.  I absolutely hate getting shots, and the idea of someone giving me stitches makes me want to vomit.  I seriously don't know how I ever made it through the IVF process, pregnancy, or giving birth.  I willingly admit to being a big, gigantic baby.

As it turned out, I did not need stitches.  The doctor said that the little (sorry, this is gross) flap of skin would likely die off, whether he stitched it up or not, because it wasn't quite deep enough.  He applied glue and steri-strips, put a band-aide over it, and off I went.  If that little flap of skin does die off, I will just have a slightly funny looking tip of my index finger.  Maybe it will just heal up nicely.  And quickly!  One can hope.

Now, the challenge is not banging my finger on things, which I've already done a few times when going to pick things up.  It hurt like he** and made me want to cry.  The other challenge is trying to keep it dry and clean while changing diapers, washing bottles, giving baths.....

I've learned my lesson.  I shouldn't cook dinner anymore!

Monday, September 8, 2014

Microblog Monday

Yesterday we attended the NICU reunion put on by our hospital.  I've never seen so many twins in one place.  There was also a set of triplet girls that were SO cute!  Ayden and Rylee enjoyed spending time outside and were fascinated by the grass.

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Friday, August 29, 2014

A Day in the Life...

I love reading these posts from others, so thought I'd try my hand at it as well.  Yesterday was a doozy. Here's my Day in the Life with Twins:

12:41am - Rylee wakes up in her crib.  I wait a few minutes to see if she will go back to sleep.
12:43 - I go potty
12:45 - Went and got Rylee and took her to the couch, where she usually will fall back to sleep.
1:10 - She wasn't going back to sleep and was starting to fuss so I tried to put her in the Pack n Play in the spare bedroom.  She then proceeded to start screaming.  She's got quite the temper.
1:25 - I went in and picked her up.  She didn't stop crying.
1:30 - I changed her diaper, just in case she had poopied.
1:35 - I decided to make her a bottle since nothing else was helping.
1:50 - After she finished her bottle and I burped her, I put her back in her crib, hoping she would go back to sleep and allow me to go back to bed.  I went to the couch to wait and see what would happen.
2:05 - Rylee started crying and wakes Ayden up.  I went in to get her and prayed Ayden would go back to sleep.  Back to the couch we go.  Ayden settled right back down, thank goodness.
2:09 - Rylee fell fast asleep, but now I was wide awake.
2:30 - I finally fell to sleep.
6:30am - Ayden woke up.  We are lucky that he is perfectly happy talking quietly to himself when he wakes up in the morning.
6:37 - Rylee woke up.  I am completely exhausted still, so continue to lay there.
6:50 - I finally got up and changed Rylee.  Tony went and got Ayden and changed his diaper.  He got the poopy one.  Yay me!
6:55 - I made their bottles, adding their vitamins.  I also put Rylee's Ranitidine in her bottle.  I then orally gave Rylee her Propanolol medication.
7:00 - They both drink their bottles, propped up on boppies and holding it by themselves.  I then took turns burping each of them.
7:15 - The babies were propped up on their boppies watching baby t.v.  I was on my phone catching up on Facebook.
7:30 - The babies play on the floor while I ate a bagel in the kitchen and got their morning cereal ready.

This is how I found them, laying next to each other and holding hands, when I came back into the living room.

7:50 - I put them in their high chairs and fed them their cereal.  They got 4 tbsp of multi-grain cereal mixed with formula and a big spoonful of applesauce.  They shared this.
8:01 - They practiced drinking from sippy cups while I unloaded the dishwasher and washed their bottles.
8:15 - Playtime on the floor
8:25 - Took Rylee to get dressed for the day and changed her diaper.
8:34 - Both babies were happy and content for the moment, playing on the floor, so I went and made their next bottles so they would be ready to go.
8:38 - Got Ayden dressed for the day.
8:45 - I read them a book.
8:54 - They got their next bottles.  I took turns burping them, but Ayden didn't burp right away.
9:09 - Put Rylee down for her nap.  She is now exclusively napping in the pnp.  Went back and finally got a burp from Ayden.
9:12 - Put Ayden down for a nap.
9:15 - Ayden was asleep.
9:18 - Rylee started crying.
9:33 - Rylee stopped crying.  Was she asleep?
9:35 - Went to check on Rylee.  Yes!  She was asleep!!!  Big sigh of relief.  I went and got myself dressed for the day and fixed my hair.  I made our bed, put a load of laundry in and folded the laundry that was left in the dryer from the day before.  I changed the wax in the Scentsy warmer because we had company coming over later.  I put clean blankets down on the floor in the living room.
10:15 - I sat down at the computer to write a blog post and look at Facebook.  I ate a bowl of ice cream.  (don't judge!)
11:01 - Ayden woke up but I let him be for a few minutes to see if he would go back to sleep.
11:07 - I went to get Ayden and changed his diaper.
11:10 - I finished my blog post while Ayden played next to me in the exersaucer.
11:40 - I made Ayden a bottle.
11:45 - He drank his bottle and I burped him.
11:59 - Rylee woke up.
12:00pm - I made Rylee's bottle
12:03 - I changed Rylee's diaper.  She drank her bottle and I burped her.
12:20 - The babies played on the floor while I did the dishes and put the laundry in the dryer.
12:45 - Changed Rylee's diaper.  I thought it was going to be a massive poopy diaper, but it was only a small little ball of turd.  I emptied the dirty diapers and took the bag to the garage.  I also replaced the liner in the garbage can we put their soiled diapers in.  Obviously.
12:48 - Playtime
1:14 - Changed Ayden's diaper
1:20 - Our company came over to visit.  This was one of my girlfriends that I've known since middle school and was roommates with in college, and her two kids who are 7 and 10 years old.  They LOVE playing with the babies.
2:20 - I made the next round of bottles.
2:28 - They both get their bottles and I take turns burping them.  Our company leaves.
2:44 - Ayden goes down for his afternoon nap.
2:48 - Rylee goes down for a nap.
2:55 - Ayden fell asleep.
2:57 - Rylee fell asleep.
3:01 - I finally ate lunch, leftover spaghetti.  I sit down at the computer to read Facebook and blogs while I'm eating.
3:44 - I heard Ayden wake up.  Darn it!  That was a short nap.  Sigh.
3:50 - I started washing bottles.  I had thought I would get more time to do that.  Their naps had been 1.5-2 hours lately.  Not this time!
3:56 - Ayden started fussing (I was hoping he'd go back to sleep) so I went to get him.  Changed his diaper and restocked the changing table station with diapers and wipes.
4:05 - Finished washing the bottles.  I "brushed" Ayden's teeth, then washed the little finger toothbrush too.
4:15 - Took pictures of a very smiley Ayden and sent them to Daddy.

4:25 - Ate a protein bar while Ayden continued playing on the floor.
4:34 - Made Ayden a bottle and gave it to him.  Heard Rylee wake up while I was burping Ayden.
4:55 - Made bottle for Rylee.
4:57 - Got Rylee up and changed her poopy diaper.
5:03 - Gave Rylee her second dose of Propanolol for the day and then fed/burped her.  Ayden played on the floor, then crawled over to me and tried to eat my knee.
5:20 - Got a bath ready for Ayden.
5:23 - Took Ayden in for his bath.  Left Rylee playing on the floor and hoped she would stay out of trouble. On our way to the bathroom after undressing Ayden, I peeked into the living room to make sure Rylee was doing good.  After Ayden's bath, I peeked around the corner again to check on Rylee.  She crawled around and played the whole time, but managed to stay on the blankets so I didn't have to clean spit up off the carpet.  Then went to put Ayden's pj's on.
5:39 - Got a bath ready for Rylee.
5:44 - Took Rylee in for her bath.  Peeked on Ayden just like I had for Rylee, but he stayed in the exact same place the entire time, playing with the toys hanging from the playmat.
6:03 - I put Ayden in the car (walker) and Rylee in the exersaucer in the kitchen to play while I cut up tomatoes, avocado, and lettuce for dinner.  I already had shredded chicken that I had made the previous week and froze/unthawed, and onions ready to go for chicken tacos.  I sang to the babies with the children's radio station I had playing on iTunes.
6:30 - Got bedtime bottles ready and put the second dose of Ranitidine in Rylee's bottle.
6:36 - Took the babies back to the living room to read a couple books.  They LOVE when I make animal sounds to go along with the books.  I'm glad nobody else can hear me.
6:44 - Tried to play and keep the babies distracted long enough for Tony to be able to see them when he got home from work.  Took baby and me selfies.

6:54 - Babies are done waiting.  It's time for bottles.
7:01 - Daddy's home!
7:05 - Tony and I each burp a baby and then they got a little snuggle time with Daddy.

7:15 - Put the babies to bed in their cribs and then we our ate chicken taco dinner.
7:24 - Rylee fell asleep.
7:38 - I got the mail and brought the garbage can up to the house from the curb.
7:40 - Time to relax and watch a little t.v.
7:58 - Ayden finally fell asleep, but with both feet hanging out of the crib, so I readjust him.
8:06 - I eat another bowl of ice cream (I said don't judge!) while I continue watching t.v.
8:15 - I turned the t.v. off and caught up on Facebook and Instagram.
8:47 - Took a shower.
9:12 - I'm was out of the shower and brushing my teeth when I heard Ayden start crying.  I continue about my business while Tony went in to comfort him and turn his glow seahorse on.  Tony also put Orejel on his gums.  It didn't work.
9:19 - Ayden was full on crying.  I picked him up and layed down with him in our bed.  He calmed down, but wasn't going to sleep.
9:36 - I put him back in his crib, hoping he was relaxed enough now to put himself back to sleep.
10:08 - We broke down and gave Ayden a 3oz bottle.  Put him back down in his crib, and it wasn't long before he was full on crying again.  We decided we were gonna have to let Ayden cry it out.
10:18 - Rylee woke up.  I got her and took her out to the living room, hoping she would fall back to sleep with me.
10:49 - She did finally fall asleep but it lasted only 10 minutes before Ayden's crying from the bedroom reached a new decibel and woke her up again.
11:32 - Ayden is STILL crying!  We decide to give him another 3oz bottle and some Tylenol.  Tony takes care of Ayden while I'm still trying to get Rylee to sleep.
11:45 - Ayden FINALLY goes to sleep!
11:48pm - I decide I'm going to have to give Rylee a bottle.  This is NOT a habit I am happy about getting back into.  I discover that Tony has somehow managed to use/dirty up all the bottle parts for only 2 bottles he's given Ayden???  So I ended up having to wash bottles.  Oh, and did I mention that I stubbed my toe on a bouncer chair on my way to the kitchen?  I was NOT a happy Momma.

It was just after midnight by the time I gave Rylee her bottle.  Once that was done, I tried to settle down with her on the couch.  I just wanted to go to sleep!!!!  She decided to still be fussy, and it didn't take me long before I said screw it and put her in the pnp in the spare bedroom to cry it out.  There was NO way I was putting her back in her crib to wake up Ayden again!  She actually was asleep by 12:23am.  Ahhhh.... I could go back to sleep in my OWN bed!

And guess what?  They both slept the rest of the night.  I heard Rylee start crying a little after 3:00am, but she was able to put herself back to sleep.  Ayden slept until 7:10 this morning and Rylee until 7:16.

*I'm not going back through to edit this like I usually do, so if there are typo's or it changes from past to present tense, please forgive me.  I'm tired.  lol

Thursday, August 28, 2014

The Mother of All Relays

Hood to Coast 2014: DONE

Last year during H2C, I was pregnant with twins.  8 months ago last Saturday, they were born.  I tackled this years H2C this past weekend, and I survived!

There are 12 people per team, with 2 vans of 6 people.  I was in van 2 this year, and the anchor of the team running leg 12.  The first van started at Timberline Lodge on Mt. Hood at 6:30am.  We arrived at our exchange point at about 9:30am.  This is the spot where the last runner of van 1 hands off to the first runner of van 2.  By 11:00am, my van was off and running!  Being that I was the last runner of our van and our team, I had another 4+ hours to wait until my turn.  The time in between is spent cheering on the current runner as we passed them to get to the next exchange point to drop off the next runner.  Finally, it was my turn and I survived the 6.29 miles of my first leg.  It took me 1:22:45 to complete at a pace of 13:09.  Boy, was it hot!  It was only 81* out, but it felt much hotter than that with the sun beating down while we were running on the hot pavement with little shade.

After completing my 1st leg of the race.
Once I handed the baton back over to the first runner of van 1 for their second round, my group went to a fitness club that we got passes for so we could all take showers.  Then we hit Chipotle for dinner.  After that, it was off to the next major exchange point to meet up with van 1 again.  Unfortunately, we wasted some good solid rest time by going to the wrong exchange and had to backtrack so we were in the right spot.

By the time my turn came around again, it was 3:30am the next morning.  My 2nd leg was 4.92 miles and I did it in 1:05:17, at a 13:16 pace.  Van 1 was off and running and we headed to the next major van exchange to wait for them.  After this point, we no longer had cell phone service, so it was a guessing game as to how long it was going to take them to get to the next location.

Stuck in traffic after my 2nd run, 4:45am

Our goal was to get to exchange 30 to meet up with the other van, but we made a pit stop at exchange 28 so one of the teammates in my van could use a port-a-potty.  I used this time to lay out in the very back of the van and try to get some sleep.  When we arrived at exchange 30, everyone was geared up to settle in for a few hours of much needed sleep.  It was 7:15am at this point and we weren't expecting the other van until 9:30am at the very earliest.

But....I noticed that one of our runners wasn't in the van.  I asked where T was.  Nobody knew.  Oh SHIT! He must have gotten out at exchange 28 and nobody knew it!  Crap!  What do we do now?!!?  Two of our van teammates went to the emergency communication station (ECS) to see if they could contact the ECS at the other exchange.  Nope.  For some reason they lost communication with exchange 28.

So back in the van we went to drive back to exchange 28.  The other van happened to be there and they wondered how in the world we lost a runner!  They still had to run their next two legs, so we had time but not much.  We checked in with the ECS and they let us know our runner hitched a ride with another team to the next exchange.  We didn't know if that meant he would go to exchange 29 or 30.  This was T's first time running H2C so we weren't sure if he would know where to go.  So we stopped at exchange 29, just to be sure we didn't miss him.  He wasn't there so on to exchange 30.  As we pulled up to the exchange, there was T, sitting under a tree waiting for us.  He jumped in the van and we went to find a parking spot.

This makes it sound like we are in a big city with all the traffic and trying to find parking, when in actuality we were in the middle of nowhere, with no cell service and parking in a giant field.  H2C has 1050 teams, times 12 people/team.  Then there are also the Portland to Coast Walkers which is another 500 teams times 12 people and 300 High School Challenge teams... you get the idea.  There are literally thousands of people, times 2 vans/team.

Turns out, T actually saw us pulling out of exchange 28 the first time and tried to chase us down to no avail. He hitched a ride with 3 different vans to catch up with us at exchange 30.  Now here's the REALLY funny part.  He had made good time catching up to us and also saw us pull out at exchange 30, heading back to get him.  He made a fool of himself running after us and hollering, but again we didn't see him!  That's when he hunkered under a tree to wait for us.  All this took an hour and a half to drive back and forth!

By the time we had everyone accounted for again, it was time for our first runner to start getting ready.  We all had time to wait in the loooonnnnnggggg port-a-potty line, grab a bite to eat, and we were off and running again.

I started my 3rd and final leg of the race around 3:00pm.  I had the pleasure of running into Seaside, where I met my team and we crossed the finish line on the beach.  This last leg was 5.23 miles and took me 1:10:47 at a pace of 13:32.

About to cross the finish line!
I am really proud of myself for being able to complete the race and do my part.  I was not fast by any stretch of the imagination, but I was actually faster than I anticipated.  I ran intervals the entire way, running 2 minutes and walking 1 minute.  I ran a grand total of 16.44 miles for a total of 3:38:49, at a 13:19 average pace.  197 total miles covered by our entire team.  Our team wasn't out to win.  That would be impossible considering there are always professional teams participating as well.  My motto for this year was not slow and steady wins the race.  My motto was slow and steady FINISHES the race.  I kept repeating that to myself anytime it got difficult while I was running.

Surprisingly, I didn't even get as sore as I usually do after the race!  I was sore, but I was still able to walk around.  The biggie was that I was able to still sit down on the toilet!  Haha!  That's been a challenge in previous years because I got so sore I actually needed to hold onto something to sit down, otherwise I would have just collapsed because my legs hurt so bad.

Our team at the finish
I survived.  The babies survived, and Tony survived.  I missed my babies, but Tony sent me pictures and a few videos.  We talked several times, at the points where I had cell service.  I didn't get home until about 11:00pm Saturday night.  I had only about an hour and a half sleep the entire time I was gone, so Tony sent me to bed and dealt with the waking babies that night too.  Saturday was a rough night for Rylee sleeping, but Tony made it through.  I didn't sleep much listening to her cry, but he was adamant that I not do anything. We spent Sunday taking turns napping throughout the day, and by Monday we were all back to normal.