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A Short Cervix

Curriculum of the day:  Patience

I have a short cervix. Actually, the correct term is “dynamic.” You’d think that being dynamic was a good thing, but when it comes to a pregnant cervix, it is a recipe for premature labor. During one ultrasound, we saw Baby A hiccupping and bouncing off it like a mini-trampoline. It is hard to tell her at this stage that this is not helping the situation. So, like many women who are expecting twins, I have been put on “house arrest.” That means in bed with permission to use the toilet, take a shower and use the stairs once a day. This is very limiting in a triplex-style house.

Bedrest is NOT restful. It is frustrating, uncomfortable and stressful—particularly for someone like me who multitasks while she is multitasking. Friends who are not on bedrest look at it as some kind of nirvana. These are statements by people who really just need a vacation. Someone on “doctor ordered bedrest” is constantly desperate to get OUT of bed for that one piece of paper with the insurance phone number on it so you can call and check something off your list! Before a trip to the bathroom, you must chart your course of the few nearby places you can stop to gather vital objects—a book, a working pen, a charged phone, tissues—and calculate whether those items exceed your five-pound lifting limit. Is it worth getting up for that apple your husband left across the room and risk your cervix calling it quits?

The curriculum goal of patience is used often on Sesame Street.   Your average 3-year-old wants everything NOW! My blankie NOW! My bottle NOW! Patience is good counsel for me as well, because this WILL be over one day. At 40 weeks to be exact. 

Bedrest with our now deceased bunny in my bedroom lair. Note the table that Marty built for me to hold my computer, meals, etc. Nell is always a doggie presence.


Word of the day:   Dependency

It is not a failure to ask for help.  The Protestant work ethic drilled into me by my father makes me FEEL like it is while I struggle to just turn off the alarm clock. So, if life is a classroom, this is a good one for me to write on the chalkboard. It’s okay to need help. I have been accused in the past of trying to get an “A” with God. This situation will not ruin my report card!   

Asking for help is also very positive in many ways. My relationship with Marty has gotten deeper as our roles are merging and shifting. I get my own breakfast, but Marty brings me my other meals and snacks. If he is at the studio shooting the show, he lines small meals up along the window to keep them cool, and I retrieve them on a return trip from the bathroom.

He says he enjoys taking care of me, finding files and scripts I need, picking up everything I knock over behind the bed. He claims to like hearing “honey pie” echoing down from our bedroom, so I should believe him, right? Still, dependency is very hard for me to accept. I’m used to being the one who gets everything done, keeps all household systems go. Now, I’m a child having children!     

Nell, Beary and Ruby hoping for a bite of oatmeal Marty brought me for breakfast.

My dear sweet husband at play.


Word of the day:  Preeclampsia

This morning my legs were as large as tree trunks. We had an ultrasound scheduled at 2PM with our maternal fetal medicine doctor, so I figured we might as well pop-in at our OB office to check my blood pressure.    Swelling is normal in all pregnancies, but it’s also a sign of preeclampsia, a condition dangerous to both Mom and babes. Sure enough, my pressure was up at 154/90. Suddenly, Marty and I were being marched off to Labor and Delivery. Dr. Ruben, my OB, told us I wouldn’t leave the hospital again until my babies were born. Maybe even tonight!   

OHMYGOD! We can’t go to the hospital now! We can’t have the babies now! Our dog Nell is in the car!

I am just short of 36 weeks and we know the babies are both already over 5 pounds (according to other ultrasounds), but reality suddenly is upon us.  


Marty rushed the dog back home and I was further assessed. It was decided that I wasn’t that deep into the preeclampsia yet. So, I’m going to stay in the hospital to be monitored until the doctors induce me, allowing the girls to go all the way to 36 weeks.     

Bye-bye freedom. Hello hospital bedrest.  

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Like your family we have twins, boy/girl, that turned three last month. I saw your blog entry for January and it looks like we have something in common, potty training twins. Like one of your girls, my son WILL NOT pee in the potty but his sister was doing well until she caught on to "Bubbie" not trying. I was just letting things run their course but our local pre-schools/mommy day out programs require the children to be potty trained and this mommy needs a day out. Bribery isn't working. Have you had any success?


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How often is the telly puppet renewed or replaced?

Katherine Sydney, Australia

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I read in 40 Years of Life on the Street about an incident involving Snuffy's puppet where a sombrero caused the wood frame to collapse on you and Bryant Young. Did they rebuild the puppet after that or did they just make a new one?


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I just wanted to say thanks for the blog. My daughter Kylie (who just turned two yesterday) loves to ask if we are going to see "the babies." Thank you so much to you and Marty for bringing the joy of Sesame Street into our lives every day.

Kendal and Kylie Montreal, Canada

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I've noticed that there are fewer Muppets and people in an episode now than there were twenty years ago. Does everyone show up on the set for filming days or only certain ones? Who decides who gets to play the Anything Muppets? There are some voices I hear more than others.


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