6.27.2007

HAPPY HALF BIRTHDAY, BABIES!

I am sitting here in absolute amazement. Where did the time go? Seriously....WHERE DID IT GO??? I really can't believe that it's been a half a year already. So much has happened and yet it feels like time stood still. Will the next six months go just as fast? Man...it's crazy but wonderful. I just look at my girls and wonder...where did my tiny babies go? We were so focused on them just gaining weight that I almost couldn't enjoy the miracle of their "little-ness". I was pulled in so many directions from getting them home from the hospital to providing food for them to keeping up with everything else that goes along with being a first time mother (or just a mother in general) that I couldn't enjoy the "now". I missed out on a lot of things--- a lot of "could-a', would-a', should-a's". I had so much help, but there are just some things you can't have help with. But, I did what I could and what was best for my girls at the time. I have totally enjoyed every minute and just savor everything and every second I have with them.

Jordyn sat by herself for about 30 seconds today. I almost cried. It was so cute. She kind of wobbled around in a circle and rested a little on her hands, but she did it. Granted she was on the changing table cushion, so it was probably a little easier, but it was the longest she's done it, yet. It's so fun but it's so hard to stop yourself from thinking "I can't wait until they (crawl, walk, talk) etc." It's wonderful and necessary to push them to do new things and develop new skills, but I have to remember to enjoy the stage they are in. SO that's my goal (at least one of them, ha ha).
Speaking of stages....we are teething! Whoopie. Jordyn and I have spent many of the last few nights awake and on the couch in the front room. Poor little honey. She has been so uncomfortable and restless. She chews on just about everything she can get her gums on, drools incessantly and she has been having a lot of tummy issues. Avery is grumpy, running a slight fever and refuses to sleep until she finally passes out and sleeps for five hours (she'd probably sleep longer if Jordyn's yelps didn't wake her up). Ashleigh hasn't yet developed many symptoms except extra drooling and chewing. It will be nice to have them do it in shifts instead of all at once. :)

We weighed the girls yesterday and Jordyn is 16lbs., Avery is 13lbs. and Ashleigh is 12lbs12oz. They are all gaining equally packing on a half a pound each since the last weigh in. Avery has more than quadrupled her birth weight and Jordyn is very close! Ashleigh is getting there fast since she has gained an amazing 4.5+ lbs in about 5 weeks or so. That's an entire Jordyn at her birth! It's just amazing. Tony and I commented yesterday that our little babies are starting to look like little girls! It's exciting and sad at the same time. But it's all good! Here's the proof:




6.24.2007

So two out of three....

....have made trips back to the hospital...this month!! We came back from our Utah trip (sick, if you recall,) and we took Ashleigh for a doc's check-up the next day. She wasn't gaining weight so we had to start giving her a high calorie formula to supplement the breastmilk. Anyway, she had gained a pound in two weeks so that was good. Well, the next day we had to take Jordy in because she had been having a fever off and on for several days and just didn't seem like herself. The doc looked at her and said she had a double ear infection and possible strep throat. Poor baby. He gave us some antibiotic and we went home. Later that night Jordyn started wheezing, turning pale and getting sort of lethargic. It really scared me so we called the on call doc and he said to take her to the ER. So we hurried over. She had a really high fever but her breathing had returned to normal (of course). Don't get me wrong, that's a good thing. But it's like when your car makes a funny noise so you take it in to get checked, then it doesn't make the funny noise again, and they look at you like you made it up. That's how I felt. They wanted us to get x-rays of her chest anyway, just in case. I was the designated holder since Tony held Ashleigh when she had pneumonia back in March. Drat. I watched that one and it didn't look fun. So instead of sitting on the bike seat in a tube and holding her arms over her head like Ashleigh, I had to hold her flat on a table with her arms over her head in one hand and her thighs in the other. She is screaming and wriggling and I have small hands as it is. If she moves, they have to do it again. So I'm sure I'm bruising her, but I just want to get it over with. We did it in one try and it turned out that she had "possible pneumonia" in one corner of her lung. Add that to the list of other things she had already, poor little girl. She took her AB for 10 days and seemed to heal pretty quickly, luckily.
This past week, Ashleigh's cough (that she has had since the past pneumonia) seemed to be getting worse and she has been really congested. Then on Thursday she messed her diaper and I had to give her a bath (again) but I noticed she was really working on getting air. Her ribcage was concaving and her lips were a little purple. So, again, we called the doc and he said to take her to the ER. We had the same doc and nurse too, so they got to see another one of the triplets. Once again, she was fine when we got there. . .They even took x-rays and they turned out normal. (Tony got to hold her this time--back in the tube thing). The doc said it may be a viral respiratory infection. She seems to be doing fine, thankfully. Unfortunately, she will always be extra sensitive to lung issues since she was on the respirator in the NICU.

Today we all seem to be doing relatively well---thank heavens!!!

We hope the ER doesn't get to meet Avery or see any of us again. :)

6.13.2007

It's amazing what you can do with one hand...

Seriously, my life for the past 5 and a half months (5 1/2???? I can't believe it!) has been lived with some sort of dexterous limitation. I type with one hand, I eat with one hand, I feed babies with one hand (usually two at the same time if giving bottles) I even use the restroom while holding, and usually nursing a baby! I'm sorry, but neither the baby nor my bladder can wait. Most of the time, since I'm right handed, I am using my left hand. Have you ever tried eating with your opposite hand? It's difficult...especially salad...but I'm actually getting relatively good at it. I can't even think of all the things I've done, but every time I am forced to do something I'm not used to, I think how amazing it is. But you just do it...you have to! I would never get anything done if I waited for the "easy way". For example, right now I am nursing a baby, eating a sandwich AND typing. There are even times when both hands are occupied and I have to use my toes to get things---burp cloths, pacifiers (man, those things can roll!), etc. I hope that doesn't sound too gross, but as a parent you have to do all sorts of things you never wanted to do.

When you are "forced" (I don't mean that in the negative sense) into a situation, like being a new mother, you get the opportunity to expand in ways you never thought possible. But I am grateful for those times because that's when growth occurs. I don't want to toot my own horn, but I think I've done rather well adjusting to this new and crazy and wonderful life. Yes, I have had a lot of help. But who's to say that's a sign of weakness? For me personally, accepting help is a very hard thing. I've had to take it with a smile when I did not want. But it was helpful and I grew from each experience. I KNOW I can't do this all by myself. I have been seriously blessed to have had so much help. Thank you to everyone for your help--from dinner to babysitting to prayers or even a positive word or thought. I couldn't have done it without you and I wouldn't be the person I am now and will continue to become.

Well, I'm off to multi-task...again! :)

6.07.2007

Been a bit....

Sorry it's been a while since I last posted. We went out of town for 10 days and I haven't been able to get back into the swing of things--we are still pretty much packed...and it's been a week since we got home. Horrible--I know! But there just hasn't been enough time to get it all done and ALL 5 of us picked up colds---so that didn't help. There was even a pile of laundry on the bed in the babies' room to be put away when we left---so I started out in the hole. Ick. I hate unpacking and I hate putting away laundry. I'm a little obsessive about it too, unfortunately. So it takes me even longer to do it...and I procrastinate even more. See, I like everything to be separated by size. Not weird at all, right? Well, then I like them in order of the rainbow, starting with white, then white with patterns then into pink then red and so on---ROY G. BIV. It's crazy, I understand that. (I even do it in my own closet---except instead of order in size, it's long sleeves then 3/4 sleeves then short and so on--but always in rainbow order.) I like the babies to coordinate so I want them all in the same or coordinating outfits. It truly makes it so much easier when I'm looking for, say, the purple onseies. And if they are all together---viola! You are done! You have to remember, with multiples, you often have 3 (or more) of the same item, so it only makes sense to have them all together... Doesn't it?? I could be crazy, but I need some sense of order in this hectic life where everything is unpredictable. But for now I am buried. And it's a horrible feeling. Seriously, like I'm drowning. My house is in a bit of a mess and I just can't keep up. My husband does a wonderful job helping--especially with the dishes and the laundry. He keeps me somewhat sane--- so thank heavens for him! Someday I will have a clean house. People are always saying, "let me know if I can come help...maybe I can vacuum or dust for you". That is SOOOO nice of them to offer, but I just CANNOT let people dust my house for me. Especially people I know!! Too weird. Plus, that means that I would have to clean everything off so they could even GET to the dust! haha. I just have to accept the fact that for now, I am going to have to live in chaos. At least until the girls can take care of themselves...... :)