Twins: 6.5 Months

Since the twins came home from the hospital they have been sleeping together in a travel crib.  Last week, Colt kept crying out at night. I’d pop up to check on them and both babies would be sound asleep with placid looks on their faces.  I figured baby CoCo was having bad dreams UNTIL I happened to see Bonnie roll-over, whack him in the face, and roll back!

Bonnie has become increasingly mobile and often thrashes around while she is falling asleep (she has a signature move.  The one where you are laying on your back and whip your legs under you to pop up to standing.)  Poor Colt often receives a beating from his sister without being able to roll away or even put his hands up to shield his face!! So we bought a second-hand crib and while it’s bittersweet to have them apart, they seem to be sleeping much more peacefully.

Bonnie has developed a few tricks.  If we say “KISS!” she’ll press a big, open guppie mouth against your face.  (The smell of her face and mouth and kiss is so sweet and her little mouth so soft.)

Tongue/Lip Ties

Off and on since birth I have worried that Bonnie has a lip tie.  Her latch, while correct, is SO DIFFERENT from Colt’s.  It’s like she has a beak and chomps instead of sucking.

While he latch is stronger than Colt’s, it’s much less effective.  She rarely drains the milk on her side, like Colt does easily.

In the early months, every time we nursed she would throw her head back and wail.  She seemed to get frustrated after a 15 seconds. She has never been a long nurser.  It was Bonnie’s norm.

But I’ve kept experimenting with her, and around 5 months or so I discovered some tricks to compensate for her latch/sucking and those occasional successes are LIKE GOLD!  She never stops wiggling when she’s awake so it was shocking to see her after a full feed—she was completely relaxed despite being wide awake; she was laying on the bed, not stirring, with a contented grin on her face.

It doesn’t always work (and it’s a lot of extra work that comes at the cost of my other baby wailing for me the entire 30-40 minutes) but it’s an improvement!

I’ve asked at a couple of medical centers but they either didn’t know what it was or didn’t know how to help me.  Breastfeeding is not very common in Korea.  The older generation seems to think it is unhealthy and unsanitary.  But there is a HUGE movement in Seoul to encourage breastfeeding and many more mamas are.  Part of that movement includes government mandated “Baby Rooms” (also called “Suckle Rooms.”)  I have been spoiled by the beautiful, comfortable “Baby Rooms” found in subway stations, parks, malls, etc.  And because nursing isn’t common, I have the rooms all to myself!

As I’ve continued to research tongue-ties I discovered that clipping the tongue tie is (or was?) illegal in Korea.  Parents believed it would help their children speak English more without an accent and so they would rush out to get their babies/preschoolers tongues clipped without any medical necessity.

 

Bonnie and Colt continue to be as different as the sun and the sea.  Nursing is a social event for Colt and he likes my undivided attention.  If one of the big kids comes into the room to ask a question, he will stop nursing, lay back and patiently wait for them to leave before resuming.  Even if I pull out my cell phone, he will stop nursing and wait for me to finish before continuing.

He is a social man and will occasionally detach, tell and animated story and the moment the last syllable is out, he’ll go right back to nursing.  It’s like he just needed to get that tidbit of information off his chest.

Well most of the Colt stories are about food. I was in church after sacrament and I was chatting in the overflow with Colt on my lap.  He was grinning at the friend and mid-conversation decided he was hungry and dive-bombed my shirt with great accuracy.

When Colt is laying down and crying, all of his tears run into his ears, forming little pools.

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Twins: 4.5 months old

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The twins did soooooo well sleeping through the night for 4+ weeks that we decided to officially move them out of our room and into the nursery.  (Good job twinsies!)

We must’ve jinxed it.

They went from FANTASTIC sleepers to waking up 5-6 times at night (now take that number and multiple it by two.)

I didn’t see it coming, so when they woke up during the night I though it was a fluke and would only feed one baby before groggily plodding back to bed.  45 minutes later the other baby would wake crying.

At least I could nap during the day, right?  Wrong.  They were tag-teaming me even then!  I wasn’t being diligent about their schedule so one would wake from a nap RIGHT as the other was falling asleep.

It’s a vicious cycle. I think I went 10 days without more than an hour of consecutive sleep, day or night.

One of these night, D was working late and wouldn’t be home until long after everyone was asleep.  It had been a rough afternoon/evening of sass and fighting from the big kids, although I’d fed them dinner I’d never gotten a chance to eat and was starving.  I hadn’t eaten because the babies were off schedule and angry screaming in unison.  (Sounds funny but it sends my stress levels through the roof.)  I was trying to keep my voice steady as I sang the nighttime lullabies and do the normal cheery routine as if they weren’t balling their eyes out but it looked like a long night ahead and tears kept dripping off my face.  At this moment, Kimchi snuck out of bed for water and saw me crying and ran up and threw his arms around my neck. “Tomorrow, Mom, I want to be so much better.”   

So, what caused the sleepless-ness?  All sorts of sickness raged through our family in the past month (stomach flu?  headcold?).  Pollution has been up which causes labored breathing for Colt.  They both have the constant drool and hot swollen gums indicative of teething.  Bonnie had an episode of night terror.  Our neighbors septic blockage seeped into our place in the middle of the night causing disruption.  The list goes on and on but I think it was just a growth spurt.

I believe if they don’t get enough calories during the day they will wake up during the night to get in extra feeds. And the twins woke up starving!

D and I talked about introducing food or supplementing with formula.  The thought of them being hungry makes me feel awful.  I know there’s a limit on how much my body can do for them. Right now it’s providing 100% of the sustenance to sustain 35 lbs worth of babies.

Anyway, a few days into the sleepless nights, we moved them back into our bedroom.  We made a battle plan. I fed them more frequently during the day and made an extra effort to get in full feeds.

The last two nights (March 20th and March 21st) they’ve sleep through the night (mostly–8:30pm to 5:30, then they’ll go back to sleep until 8am.)  SO GREAT!!   I hope this means they getting adequate nutrition.  I’m still apprehensive about it.

And, I am still extremely exhausted.  (I unloaded and put away an entire dishwasher’s worth of dirty dishes.  They’re all mixed in now.)  So very sleepy.  G’night blogosphere.

Ramblings on sleep and poop.

D was gone on a business trip right around the twin’s 3 month “birthday.”  Before he left, I was apprehensive about him leaving because evenings with the twins were still challenging.

During the day, the babies had a pretty predictable, consistent schedule and would go down for naps without fussing. Evenings were a different story.  The evenings unfurled without a plan or schedule, which worked fine when they were tiny but around two months of age, the evenings became frightful.  I could feel it coming on as the sky darkened.  The babies would cry because they were EXHAUSTED so we’d put them in their beds and they’d cry even harder without falling asleep.  When they actually did fall asleep they’d wake 15 minutes later crying again!  It was so stressful I felt like my insides were being wrung.  This cycle repeated from about 8pm to 11pm.  (My sister Lindy can attest to how awful it was because she was here at the peak of it.)

Anyway, I was nervous to face that solo. BUT the business trip turned out to be a blessing in disguise because I was forced to face it!  My two ideas were to:

  1. establish a bedtime routine (and I love the phrase, “start as you intend to continue”–in other words, I knew the routine had to be short and simple) and
  2. to put them to bed earlier, before they became over-tired.

I planned on the plan not working and continuing to experiment but–BOOM!–the first try worked!!  And suddenly the evenings were calm and tear-free!  (And I’m pretty sure the babies were saying, “Thank you Mommy!!  Finally you understood what we were saying!)  The days were already great so when the nights fell into place–life with twins became so doable.

  • The twins started off sleeping 11p-6:30a (that was when the evening schedule was still bad.)
  • Then the twins began sleeping 9p-6:30a (that was when a bedtime routine was implemented)
  • Now they are consistently sleeping 9p-8a

How the twins have changed since last month:

While D was on his business trip, baby Bonnie began rolling over and baby Colt laughed for the first time.  Three months old is a big deal!

Of course they’ve grown. Colt is 17+ lbs.  Bonnie is 15 lbs. 8 oz.  They seemed to jump from wearing 3-month clothing to wearing 9-12 month clothing.  Today baby Bonnie is wearing an outfit Tofu wore when she was walking.

Baby Bonnie is amazingly mobile for 3 months.  Each time I go to get her up from her nap she’s rotated and in a difference part of the bed with an arm or leg through the slats of the crib.  I thought I was going loco(!) until I watched her scoot through the play mat and out across the wood floor.  She repeatedly digs in her heels and pushes off. 

Baby Bonnie has also become fascinated with Colt’s face.  It is by far her favorite thing to look at.  She will scan the room until she finds him.  Colt doesn’t really seem to be aware of baby Bonnie. (Although, they sleep with a blanket rolled in between them so they don’t knock heads.  One night I pulled out that blanket roll to re-roll it and Colt looked to the right and almost jumped out the crib he was so startled by seeing baby Bonnie’s little.  His eyes were bugging out of his face, “What?!  How long has she been there?”)

Also, Baby Bonnie fasted from going #2.  It had been 4 days and I was worrying but she hadn’t shown any signs of discomfort.  On Sundays at church, I get to catch up with my twin-mom friend.  She has boy-girl twins exactly a month older than Colt and Bonnie.  She was inspired when she asked me, “has either baby stopped pooping?” She went on to tell me her daughter just stopped “going” right around 3 months.  She lives on base and has access to military medical care so she took her daughter to a pediatrician who said up to 14 days can be normal, even for babies who are EBF!!!! Who knew?! 

Baby Bonnie has become more content.  Baby Colt has become a lot more fussy.  So they reversed roles.

Things that make twins easier than they could be otherwise:

All the obvious things: when they nap, when they nap at the same time, when they entertain themselves, when D is home, having the crock pot make dinner.  Keeping a record of WHEN they eat and sleep so that when they are fussy I can anticipate what they need.

The twins are heavy sleepers.  Colt naps in a travel crib in the middle of the living room. Even with the vacuum or blender going or a house full of kids, jumping and screaming on the trampoline a few feet from his face, he stays asleep.  Bonnie sleeps in the nursery but the door is open and we can go about normal life without worrying about her waking.    

My mom.  Just talking to her on the phone will refill my emotional energy tank.  She is a fantastic listener, non-judgmental, cheerful and empowering.  I’m so lucky to be her daughter.

My neighbor Elexis.  I found myself telling someone, “she’s one of the most Christian people I know!”  Then I couldn’t stop laughing at myself.  Because she’s an observant Jew (head covered, only eats kosher, follows Shabbis laws, etc.)  I was using the term “Christian” like “magnanimous,” because they are synonyms to me. I see her everyday.  She keeps my sanity in check when I don’t get out.  She takes Huey to the playground.  She sits with the babies most days while I go to meet Bradshaw from the school bus. 

Things that make having twins hard:

All the obvious things.  Double the work. Even worse; double, triple, quadruple the mommy-guilt.  Even when I am being the perfect, sing-songy, affectionate, attentive mom to one baby; there’s always the other baby that I feel like I’m totally neglecting. I tried to trick them into thinking they were getting personal attention by laying them cheek-to-cheek, but baby Bonnie is a grabber.  (Poor Colt has had his wee hairs pulled and his eyes gouged a few too many times.)  I used to dance around the house with both of them but at a combined 33 lbs, my back is starting to hurt and they’re so floppy it’s now too risky to balance both.   I worry that one or the other will have long-term consequences from not being held enough.  (It was incredibly nice when my sister Lindy was here.  Both babies were loved 24-7.)

Not having a pediatrician.  There is no such thing as “well-baby” visits in Korea.  (There are still immunizations but they take place at a clinic.  Five-minutes in and out.)   There are so many things I miss about having a pediatrician; for example, twins tend to have more health issues, I wish I knew how they are doing developmentally!!!  And it would give me great peace of mind if there was one doctor/practice that knew my babies and kept their medical history and we could go there every time I worried about a cold, an ear infection, torticollis, the works.

Not having a car.  Four little people to keep track of, two of which cannot walk, and it is bitterly cold outside.  Granted, we’re in a city with public transportation.  We learned the hard way that my double stroller fits through the front door on the bus, but not the exit door.  (Panic!)  Bus.  Most things aren’t within walking distance. By foot.  Taxi’s are ideal, but the they’re hybrid.  They are great for the environment, but there’s no trunk space for a stroller.  Taxi.  So subway it is!!  We don’t live off a main line, so we need to plan on 2 hours rt transit most places.  Deep breath.

Things I would have done differently if I started over with newborn twins:

I would have acquired a hospital-grade pump before the babies arrived, in case they couldn’t nurse.  The hospital told me they would have one available I could rent but they didn’t.  I think most of my low milk supply issues can be attributed to waiting too many days to begin pumping.  I’m still exclusively breast-feeding but each day threatens to be the last.  (I attained my previous goals.  Hooray, hooray!!!  My new goal is to make it to 6 months.)

I would have had them take naps in the same crib from the beginning.  I wanted them to nap so badly that I put them in separate places to sleep.  Baby Bonnie in the crib in the nursery; baby Colt in the travel crib in the middle of the living room. (Sounds like a game of Clue, right?)  Now, if I combined them, I think they wouldn’t fall asleep together.  They have totally different sleep styles.  Baby Colt loves his binkie and needs to be swaddled.  Give him those two things and he’s out within 60 seconds.  Baby Bonnie doesn’t take a binkie, goes unswaddled, and often lays in bed for twenty minutes talking and looking at the mobile before falling asleep.  Also, baby Colt seems to wake up, look around and go back to sleep several times during his naps.  It is his norm.  I love that both of them go down easily for a nap.  Would that change if I put them in the crib together?  Would it lose the magic?  I wish I’d put in the effort to have them napping together from the start.

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34+ weeks: Training to be a Sumo Wrestler

Pretty much.  I eat, sleep, and then eat some more.  I’m doing my best to pack on the pounds.  😉

The week has been a doozy in terms of doctor’s appointments:

Monday, October 14th

This was my regular, every 3 weeks appointment.  The plan was an ultrasound and then consultation with the doctor.

I look forward to ultrasounds like Christmas.  Ultrasounds allow me to know the babies are alive and healthy, see their faces and learn more about them (size, etc.) However, I have a really hard time lying flat on my back!  I get dizzy, nauseated, breathless, and sweaty.  I turn on my side repeatedly but the ultrasound tech will constantly motion for me to turn back.  By the time I get up, I’m seeing dark spots and have to hold on to the wall to make it out of the room…and I’m dripping in sweat.  Luckily, this one was quick.  Baby girl is head-down, engaged and will be born first.  Baby boy is breach.  Baby girl is estimated to be 2.3 kg (5lbs 1oz) and baby boy is estimated to be 2.6 kg (5lbs 11oz).

Baby boy’s profile is the top image. Looks like he has quite the pucker.
The next two images are part of baby girl’s face.

The reason I mention being “supine-challenged” is about ten minutes after the ultrasound, the nurse took my blood pressure and it was 157/90.  (Too high.)  The nurse said, “uh-oh, if we can’t get it down…then we’re going to have to tell the doctor.”  (This made me laugh, It felt like warning a child that naughty behavior would be reported to their parent.)

The nurse had me sit down, drink water, and breathe deeply and re-test later but it was still high.  My OB/GYN ordered a urine sample which showed protein so pre-eclampsia was mentioned.  Then he referred me to a cardiologist.  The cardiologist sent me home with an ambulatory blood pressure monitor that took readings every 20 minutes.

This is the ambulatory blood pressure monitor. I wasn’t allowed to remove it, even while sleeping.

Tuesday, October 15th

I  went back at the hospital to have my blood pressure monitor removed.  Most of my readings were fine but 5 or 6 were concerning.  The cardiologist did an echo-cardiogram (ultrasound) of my heart.  I have a large pericardial effusion. The pericardium is a sac around your heart and mine is filling with fluid.  This can occur during pregnancy but the volume of mine is abnormal.  It’s squishing my heart and not allowing it function properly.  (This was actually very validating because it explained why I get out-of-breath while doing things as minimal as walking to the kitchen.)   The cardiologist gave me medication, re-recommended bed rest and minimal exertion, and sent me straight to the ER for IV medication.  D came to visit us and brought us my favorite treat:  Orange Dream from Jamba Juice.

My constant companion waiting patiently in the ER.

Thursday, October 16th

Follow-up with the cardiologist.  I felt calm, good…great! I was sure my blood pressure would reflect my serenity with a reading like… 90/50.  The nurse took my blood pressure and it was 158/115.  C’mon!!!  Seriously?!! However, my edema had improved and the doctor thought my heart sounded better.  Anytime my blood pressure is above 140/90 I’m supposed to take a drug called Norvasc and lay on my left side for 2 hours.  If it doesn’t improve then I go to the ER.

Friday, October 17th

Follow-up with my OB/GYN.  Again, my blood pressure was too high (155/86).  I gave another urine sample (tmi) and this time there was no protein so pre-eclampsia was ruled out.  And since hypertension can be managed with medication, there will be no emergency c-section.  Instead, a scheduled c-section will take place between 37 weeks and 38 weeks.

The doctor said during the c-section I will need general anesthesia (as opposed to regional anesthesia where you are numb only from the waist down, but are awake and hear the babies’ first cries and see them seconds old.)   He is concerned that the stress of the c-section is risky with my blood pressure/heart issues and can be better managed with general anesthesia.  I understand.  Then he said “since it’s general anesthesia your husband won’t be in the operating room.”  (Background:  In Korea, husbands are not present for c-section births.  However, a main reason why we chose this hospital is that they make an exception for foreigners and allow husbands in the Operating Room.)

I begged the doctor and said it was SO IMPORTANT to us that D can be present. (We have a myriad of reasons.  Not only does D really want to be there; but I will go from pregnant to empty and will remember nothing.  I need my husband to tell me the story and be the witness their birth as my proxy.)  My sweet, cute doctor said, “Maybe your husband can come in once you are under but he would need to leave at the same time the babies do.”  Deal!!!  Big smile on my face.   (Note: Although D leaves at the same time, he will not be able to watch them in the nursery.  In Korea, husbands are not allowed in the baby nursery.  It’s considered improper.)

Saturday, October 18th

D and the kids got flu shots.  I am SO PROUD of Kimchi and Tofu that they willingly got shots to protect their baby brother and sister.

33 Weeks

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In front of the Han River. Still keeping up bed rest…this is the first time I’ve left the apartment in a month.

Some interesting observations this week:

  • My stomach is too big, for my arms to reach past it and across the sink to the faucet to do dishes.  Awesome excuse, right?!  But really!  I have to turn sideways and scrub, set-down brush, rinse.  One-handed.
  • My stomach is getting too big for me to hold a laptop on my lap and reach around it to type.  iopqiropafeankfjeiowjrieow!!!!!
  • For several months my stomach has been a complex road map of blue veins (Does this happen to everyone?  Or is my skin more translucent?) Now my stomach has turned a bright, sunburned pink; which I think also has to do with blood flow.
  • The babies dropped.  I breathe so much easier.  Less stomach kicks=less nausea.  I am SO LUCKY!
  • Pregnancy brain:  Today I was standing in front of the fridge, holding the door open for several minutes trying to recall what I was going to pull out.  Then I discovered my cell phone in the cheese drawer.

I had an doctor’s appointment two weeks ago for a non-stress test (NST.)  This is the test where they hook up sensors/transducers to monitor each babes’ heartbeat and uterine contractions.  They couldn’t find baby boy’s heartbeat for about 10 minutes.  Of course, there’s the language/cultural barrier and no one said a word to me what was going on–just more nurses and techs kept coming in and pushing on my stomach with increased urgency.  I worried for a moment or two but then recognized I could feel him moving around.  Once they found it, they used a “stimulator” on him.  I’m not quite sure what it was but it frightened the daylights out of both of us and drastically increased his heart rate, which seemed to please them.

PUPPPS.  Several weeks ago I went to the doctor for intense itchiness.  He diagnosed PUPPPS, a pregnancy-related thing that is completely harmless to the babies.  At the time, I didn’t have any marks or rashes from it.  Then a few days ago I woke up with a rash across my chest & neck, swollen eyelids and lips and tons of little sores on my stomach.  (Don’t google-image PUPPP; it’s disgusting.)  Anyway, despite the previous doctor’s appointment, I was worried and had no idea what it could be.  I emailed my brother-in-law (who is like a walking encyclopedia of medicine) who told me what was going on and gave me lots of good advice.

The funny thing is, everything has been going SO WELL.  It’s as if I made a mental list of wishes and every wish, one-by-one, was being answered.  First, D bought fans and our nights have really cooled down.  Being cooler means less edema and MUCH better, deeper sleep.   Now that I’m not sweating constantly my face is clearing up.  🙂  The mosquitoes seemed to lose a taste for me.  Yippee!!  And although we’ve never asked for it, and heaven knows I can get up briefly to make food, we’ve had several people ring-and-run meals.  (Taco Soup with BEANS and GROUND BEEF.  A total luxury in Seoul.  The food must be from a military family.)  AND I’ve been feeling baby boy move a lot more.  Plus, while on bed rest, I’ve had little-to-no back pain.   And heartburn could be much worse.  …In short, I guess I’m overdue for my pregnancy trial-by-fire and it looks like it’s going to be PUPPPS.   The itching is making me quite insane, sleep-deprived and very irritable.  Sometimes it has even made me want the babies to come earlier rather than later (…in waves, I know it’s wrong.  I love my babies.  I just itch like MAD!)  I have to remind myself that the longer the babies cook, the better.  And there are so many things I will miss about being pregnant.

30 Weeks

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(More minutia than anyone but me…and maybe Linders 🙂 care to know.)

As of my last appointment, both babies are measuring 2 weeks ahead and each weighs three-and-a-half pounds.  Baby boy is a little longer and leaner than baby girl.  Baby girl is shorter than baby boy but with a larger tummy circumference. The ultrasound tech said she could see hair on both their heads.  Baby boy used to be the active one up until around 20 weeks, since then I rarely feel him move.  Of course, this worries me constantly (knot in cord? cholestasis? tear in amniotic sac? distress?  Please be okay my precious one.)  I’ve been told that he may be moving more than I can feel–perhaps he’s positioned more towards the back or he’s kicking his sister instead of me or that I’m misconstruing his movements as hers.  

Seeing the baby boy on ultrasound is very reassuring.  His heart-rate is 150 bpm and everything looks fine.  But he hardly moves.  In fact, to reassure me, the u/s tech pointed out the one time he wiggled his fingers.   Baby girl on the other hand never stops moving.  She infuriates ultrasound techs because even frozen stills of her are not clear enough for measurements.  Her heart-rate was 130 bpm.  Her movements bring me so much joy and reassurance.  I am so grateful to her for constantly reminding me she’s there and okay.  We play games where she sticks her foot out and I push it back and she’ll come back more vehemently or I can trace my skin in circles and she’ll follow with her feet.  Even when her movements wake me in the middle of the night, I cannot help but smile…and even tear up happily.  I am so grateful for all this.  

I’ve had some preterm labor and have been given medication for it.  At my last appointment (September 9th) my doctor congratulated me on their bigger size and said they’ll be much better off because of it if they end up being born prematurely. The doctor believes my body is at “max capacity”, and to give the twins a chance to develop longer he advised immediate bed rest.  I know it’s debatable whether bed rest really makes any difference.  For me, it’s been amazingly successful.  There has been no further progression of labor and my preterm labor symptoms have completely disappeared.  I’m extremely lucky.

In the past week, I’ve felt lessening of a lot of pregnancy symptoms.  Maybe it’s that my activity has greatly decreased or the babies dropped but I can breathe so much better!  My appetite unfortunately has disappeared.  I get the slight burning/stinging in the back of my throat (acid reflux)–just enough to remind me I’m in the third trimester but not enough to bother me.  I’m super lucky.

Other pregnancy idiosyncrasies:  my stomach is extremely heavy.  I never felt anything like this even at the very end of my pregnancy with 9 lb Kimchi. My stomach skin is so sore (like a fresh rug burn…but all over)–I try not to grimace if one of the kids unknowingly brushes against my stomach or asks to kiss the babies.  The worst is when I misjudge how far my stomach sticks out and catch it on the corner of the washer, a cupboard, the fridge, the doorway. Agony!!  However, I LOVE it when Tofu slathers my stomach with lotion.  It feels so heavenly.  Edema is back and it makes my hands, ankles and feet are unrecognizably swollen by the end of the day.  It’s not painful, just weird.  My feet feel like I’m walking on round padded bear feet and my hands burn and are too tightly puffed to bend my fingers.

D is a saint.  He gives me back rubs, foot rubs, and constantly prepares things for me to eat.  (He makes a mean pineapple-mango shake which is so cool and refreshing.)  He comes home from work, puts the kids to bed, cleans the house and does laundry.  Every week, he’s gone on some wild goose hunt all over Seoul to get things that he thinks might be delicious to me or make me more comfortable. He seems to be a bottomless reservoir of concern.

In our apartment we have A/C units in each room, but the building management controls the temperature of the air coming out.  It’s so hot in the building that the neighbors are rioting.  In response, the management put up signs in the building stating that “because it’s become cooler outdoors they’ve adjusted the a/c thermostats accordingly” (but really it’s because the owner is tight-pocketed.)  It is STIFLING in our apartment!  Even the kids, sleeping on top of the covers, in only their underwear, wake up drenched with sweat.  It is slightly cooler outdoors these days, but mosquitoes are a problem this year. If we have a window open for even a few minutes, our apartment is swarming and we get eaten alive!!!  These things have made sleeping the past few weeks incredibly hot and itchy.    Interesting note: I visited one of the premier hospitals in the area and it was about 95 degrees inside.  My English guide said it was because the government strictly regulates energy usage.