Posted by kim on April 13, 2010
This is a Sponsored Post written by me on behalf of Boudreaux’s Butt Paste. All opinions are 100% mine.
My preemie twin daughter, Macy has had several intestinal problems over the years. They started when she was infant suffering Necrotizing Enterocolitis where she had seventeen inches of her large and small intestines removed (which was a huge amount on a three pound baby!) and had to don a temporary colostomy.
When Macy was finally able to come home from the hospital, she suffered severe diarrhea. All of our baby outfits were stained – the backsides from Macy and the front sides from her twin sister, Mallory who had an esophogeal reflux and projectile vomited after almost every feeding.
I tried every brand of disposable diapers and even tried cloth diapers as poor Macy’s tiny little butt would bleed, irritated from all the action. I also tried every kind of diaper rash cream that I could find on the store shelves, including Boudreaux’s Butt Paste (I love saying that). We eventually had to get a prescription strength ointment that was only available at a pharmacy 150 miles away from us. Hard to believe we drove three hours to cure a diaper rash back then!
I do believe Boudreaux’s Butt Paste is the best option for “normal” baby diaper rashes though. In fact, I am giving a tube of it to my sister for her virtual baby shower with a pack of diapers and baby wipes. Request a free sample of Boudreaux’s Butt Paste for your baby!
Posted by kim on January 27, 2010
Mallory & Macy on their 16th birthday (1/27/2010) standing under the counted cross-stitch samplers I started while I was on pregnancy bedrest at 21 weeks.
As it snows outside today, I remember the awful snow storm we received sixteen years ago, as that was the day my million-dollar miracle babies were born. The weather was too bad for a helicopter to fly me to Omaha, so I was put in Trendelenburg position (feet above my head to relieve pressure on the cervix) and given drugs to try to stop labor and more drugs to speed up the development of the twins’ lungs. I remember the doctor saying, “Your tummy is a way better incubator than any hospital.”
But the drugs didn’t work in time. Six doctors and fifteen nurses were called in to help out at our small local hospital for my emergency C-Section.
At 10:52 pm and 10:53 pm, I gave birth to the tiniest babies I’d ever seen, born over 13 weeks before they were supposed to come into this world…
Twin A: Mallory Joan, 2 lb 6 oz
Twin B: Macy Annette, 2 lb 9 oz
Notice the size of the nurse’s fingers compared to the size of Macy’s arms and legs (Twin B)! My wedding ring could fit around them. And Mallory was even smaller. I tell them they could have fit in a Velveeta cheese box.
The doctors didn’t think the girls would live through the night, and our pastor came down to the hospital to baptize the girls. My husband named them while I was still in the recovery room, and I remember practically sitting up in bed when I heard that they let him name them (let’s just say I would have named them differently). I think the grandmas may have helped as they have their grandmother’s middle names. 
I wasn’t even put in the maternity ward after surgery, as I’m presuming they thought it would be too devastating for me. I got to see the babies for one brief minute before they were flown to St. Joseph Hospital in Omaha. A helicopter would have been too rough of a ride for them, so they were transported in a medical airplane. I remember receiving a bill from the City of Norfolk for having to do snow removal to clear the airport’s runway for the plane.
It was not an easy journey the first year (as you can read under Macy & Mallory’s NICU Story), and they still like to try my strength and patience at times. I’m surprised I don’t have any gray hairs yet!
Happy Birthday Girls! I love you! ~Mom
