Living Outside the Stacks

Navigating through life away from the library

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Happy Birthday to Twin A and B {Repost for their 18th Birthday}

Happy Birthday to My Babies {Living Outside the Stacks}

I gave birth to Twin A and Twin B 18 years ago today.  But, really, their story began nine days earlier…..

On 11 September 1995, the hubs and I showed up at the hospital for a routine OB visit.  The baby was due in nine days and, almost overnight it seemed, I had put on about 15 or 20 lbs and my pregnancy gait had shifted into full on waddle.  Furthermore, the baby was bouncing all over the place. Don’t babies normally slow down the closer you get to the due date?

Anyway, the hubs and the two~year~old sat in the waiting room while the doctor pulled out the measuring tape and measured my belly.  “Hmmm,” he flipped through my chart, “where’s your ultrasound?”  I noted the apprehension in his voice and replied, “I only have the confirmation ultrasound but they haven’t done one since then.  Why?”  He looked at me over his paperwork, “Well, you’re measuring a little large.  How about if we get you in for an ultrasound?”

I rolled off the table {at that point, that’s all I could do}, got dressed and told the hubs that we were headed downstairs to get an ultrasound.

Insert cold belly jelly here

I looked at the ultrasound and started to panic.  My baby was going to be a freak!  There on the screen were two baby heads, one pointed up and one pointed down.  I asked the tech what I was looking at and she replied that I’d have to wait for the doctor, in the mean time, she was going to get my husband.  This did not sound good.

The doctor and the hubs both walked into the room at about the same time, the hubs looked at the screen and started backing away as the doctor announced “TWINS!”  What?  You have got to be friggin kidding me?  Nine days before they’re due and now you’re telling us that we’re having twins? But wait, it gets better…

The doctor went on to explain that the hospital at Fort Polk, Louisiana didn’t deliver twins {especially high risk twins ~ who knew what condition my little monkey babies were going to be in when they arrived?} so we’d have to drive to Brooke Army Medical Center in Texas to have them.

The next day, we drove the two~year~old to Mississippi to my parents’ house and then drove down to Texas.  With me having contractions the whole way.  If you think pot holes are a pain in the butt on a regular day, try hitting them when you’re in labor.

We arrived at BAMC, just in time for them to decide that it would be too much to have the babies right then, so they stopped my labor.  Yes.  They stopped it.  I could have cried. I did cry. Then they started doing ultrasounds and stress tests to see how the babies were doing.  The entire time, we could only hear one heartbeat.  Finally, the doctors decided that I needed an amniocentesis but they didn’t really want to do it because they didn’t want to put the babies in any harm with a double stick {anesthesia and the hollow needle}.  I told them to do it without the anesthesia. What was I thinking and why didn’t my husband slap me straight?  PAIN!!!!! Worse. Than. Child Birth.

The amnio showed that the babies were developed enough to survive outside of the womb.  So on my original due date ~ 20 September 1995 ~ the doctors induced labor.  At this time, I would like to stop and thank my anesthesiologist because I felt absolutely nothing! I have a picture of him and his wife in the twin’s baby books, that’s how much they mean to me.

Jazmine Danielle was born at 11:40 AM and followed ten minutes later by Brandon Anthony.  Their birth was witnessed by the hubs, the seven doctors and nurses  who worked on me, six doctors and nurses for the babies, as well as fifteen to seventeen residents who watched from the observation platform.  I know this because we met one of the residents in the elevator when I was being discharged.  He proudly stated in the elevator before a group of onlookers, “Hey, I saw you have your twins!”  Yuck!

Eighteen years ago today, I was surprised and doubly blessed with two beautiful babies who have grown up to provide me with love, laughter and a healthy dose of humility.  I love you guys and it has been an honor and a privilege to be your mother.

Now start packing your bags, ’cause this is your last year!

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Apricot Dress Help {In the Closet}

When I saw this dress hanging on the rack I wasn’t sure about it. I thought it was cute but I wasn’t sure how it’d look on me. I’m trying to move away from wearing shapeless clothing but I really liked the color ~ dark apricot. And I thought it’d look fab with my boots. Sometimes those are the only reasons you need…

Apricot Dress {Living Outside the Stacks}

I think the idea of the dress is cute but I’m still not totally convinced. Maybe it should be a little bit more fitted. To be honest, I don’t know what size clothes I wear, I just grab and go. If it feels comfortable, I keep it, if not, I have 3 daughters I can share with.

Apricot Dress {Living Outside the Stacks}

But here’s the kicker, the dress was $3 on the sales rack at Target. Kid. You. Not. My plan is to try it out in cooler weather with a faux fur vest and see how I feel about it then. Maybe with the addition of a cream skirt extender? Even if my daughters don’t take it, I won’t be out a lot of money.

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Share Your Instagram Photos to Your Fan Page {Tip Tuesday}

Tip Tuesday: Share Your Instagram Photos to Your Fan Page  {Living Outside the Stacks}I big puffy heart Instagram. In fact, I was one of those people who waited {im}patiently for Droid to get the Instagram app because *insert kids’ hand game here* “Droid and me, us never part. Droid and me, us have one heart…”

One of the things that have bugged me since I downloaded the app is the fact that I couldn’t post my pictures directly to my Facebook Fan Page. I always posted first to Instagram and then went back to my phone’s gallery and posted the picture to my page. deep sigh So redundant and so time consuming.

That is until I looked at the Instagram settings and realized that there really is an option to share to directly to my fan page. Cue groovy disco music.

Here are the steps:

  1. Open the Instagram app
  2. Go to your profile
  3. From the menu bar select “Share Settings”
  4. Select “Facebook”
  5. Under “Choose a Page”, select the page you’d like to share to

When you’re ready to post your picture to Instagram, you’ll see where you have the option to share on other social media sites, simply pick Facebook and there ya go.

Now there’s no more toggling back to your camera’s gallery, finding the picture and then sharing to your Facebook Fan Page. Yay!

Are you on Instagram? Give me a yell at 4daenelt.

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