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Okay, seriously. It’s clear someone’s been cheating hardcore, because Oliver is no longer in the running. I guess he was the 26th cutest baby in the greater New Orleans area. Oh well. It’s also obvious (duh) that people aren’t voting for the actual cutest baby, but for the baby they know. Although my brother actually said that he didn’t think Oliver was the cutest baby in the contest. WHAT? He said I could have picked a cuter picture. WHAT? Hmmph.

Anyway, thanks for voting everyone!

Well, I guess he just didn’t want to be the odd man out. On Sunday, Linus started showing the same symptoms that earned Miles and Oliver a trip to the ER two weeks prior. I was in touch with his ped all day, doing everything we could to avoid the trip, but in the end, he needed to go. But this time, the lucky duck got admitted! So we spent the night in the luxurious digs of the Children’s Hospital.

Really, it wasn’t too bad. I slept on a “bed” (glorified window seat, really) that was approximately 2 inches longer than me. Next to a window on a freezing night. With a couple of thin blankets. But it could have been so much worse. I know this.

He’s fine now, just needed to get some breathing treatments and they wanted to monitor him. It’s funny, really. The three boys had pretty much identical symptoms, but got three different doctors at the ER. It just goes to show how doctors all have their different ways of treating the same illness. I have my own little experiment group here.

The doctor thinks he’ll be fine to travel with me to Los Angeles on Thursday. Fingers crossed! If not, I may have to make a substitution. Not that any of them know/care/will remember in 20 years. Tomorrow we have a follow-up visit with the ped, so we’ll see what she says.

Before the hospital visit, we had a really fun weekend. On Saturday, I took the boys to the zoo and met up with my friends Mandy and Mike and their 17 month old, Annabel. I’m just glad we went on Saturday! I just hope Annabel doesn’t end up sick. Linus was fine on Saturday, he only started acting sick on Sunday. At least it was only a cold, nothing major.

Linus and Miles are walking a lot more now. I will have to get a video of it…

Tomorrow, Friday, February 27, I urge you to wear pink (yes guys, even you!) to honor the memory of Sydney and Carynne, who died earlier this week of Spinal Muscular Atrophy (type 1), also known as Werdnig-Hoffman disease. Their funerals are tomorrow, and it also would have been their six month birthday.

These sweet babies have touched so many lives. Please think of them and their family tomorrow. And you can do something to help. Sign the Petition to Cure SMA, in the hopes that a cure can be found for this horrible disease. SMA is the number one genetic killer of children under the age of 2.

It feels wrong to be posting a normal post after my last awful one. Ah. Ugh.

So Mardi Gras. I took the boys to some parades on Saturday, and then George and I both took them to some on Sunday. It was great fun, even though they didn’t really know what was going on. The wagon was a big hit (as usual) and so were their shirts. I got them matching Mardi Gras t-shirts, and on the back wrote “This One” (Linus), “That One” (Oliver) and “The Other One” (Miles). Heh. We met up with the quads while we were there. We watched the parade in their neighborhood, so I got a lot of comments like “hey, you lost one!” and “oh, do you know the quadruplets” and so on and so forth.

Pictures!

In other exciting news, I got a gallery of all of the pictures my friend Amy took of the boys a few weeks ago. They’re amazing. The gallery won’t be up for long, so if you want to see, go here. The password is Triplets0209. It’s going to be so hard for me to pick which pictures to buy, since I’ve decided my budget will only allow for four. One of each and a group shot, I think! But which onnnnnnes???

Next week is me and Linus’s trip to Los Angeles. I can’t wait!

Oh yeah, and keep voting for Oliver! He’s in the remaining 75 babies, but not in the top 10 (I heard it on the radio the other night.) So while we’re doing okay, we’re not doing nearly enough. I know, how can that be??? What do these other people do all day? Yeesh!

I need to post about Mardi Gras, but first I wanted to do a separate post about something very sad. Remember the twin girls, Sydney and Carynne, that I mentioned before? You see the graphic on the right that you can click on to make donations for her family?

Well, I was very sad to receive an email on Sunday from the girls’ mama saying they lost sweet Carynne that morning.

And then last night, I was devastated to receive another email saying that her sister, Sydney, had passed away as well.

Words cannot describe the unfairness and the sadness and the just all around awfulness of the whole situation. I’m not that eloquent, so I’m just going to leave it at that. These sweet girls were nearly six months old, their mama and daddy didn’t get nearly enough time with them. It’s just so wrong.

So please keep Carynne and Sydney’s family in your thoughts and prayers. It’s unimaginable.

It’s been a rough week, but we’re hanging in there…

Miraculously, Linus never got sick! Thank goodness. I don’t think I could have handled another ER visit, and another set of breathing treatments. Ugh.

I took Oliver and Miles to the pediatrician for a follow up, and Oliver is doing much better, but Miles is still wheezing. Poor peanut. At least they’re in good moods.

Mardi Gras is next week! Hooray! So exciting. Tonight I’m going to my first parade of the year, after the boys go to bed. It’s an all-women’s parade called Muses. It’s really fun. And my friend Alicia, the quad mom, rides in it, so hopefully I’ll get lots of goodies. Woo!

Saturday, I’m going to take the boys to their first parade. That will be fun. Must decorate the choo choo wagon, I think. And figure out what they’re going to wear. V important, that.

See this post.

Substitute “Oliver” for every instance of “Miles.”

Prepare to repeat within the next 48 hours with “Linus”.

Sigh.

Another day, another trip to the ER with Miles. Fun times. Let me just say that he’s fine and home and sleeping now. :)

This morning, he woke up sounding wheezy, but acting very normal. No fever, was playful, just like always. So I brought him (and of course Linus and Oliver) to daycare. At around noon, daycare called and said he was wheezing badly, hadn’t eaten all day, and couldn’t nap. It’s very unlike Miles not to eat, so I immediately called the ped for an appointment and headed to pick Miles up.

Went home, and gave him a breathing treatment. He seemed to perk up after that and ate a bit, even though he was still wheezy. We headed to the ped, and he was very cranky in the car – he just couldn’t fall asleep. After looking at him for a bit, his doctor told me to bring him to the ER. She said his chest felt very tight, and he was pulling a lot when trying to breathe.

So over to the ER we headed, and thank goodness, we were seen immediately by the triage nurse. Within a few minutes, we had a bed in the ER (the same one as the last time we were there, as it happens). George arrived, and Miles was given another breathing treatment by the super-awesome hospital nebulizer (only took about 5 minutes vs 20 minutes at home) and as before, perked up a lot. He got a shot and some prednisone and a chest x-ray, and as is usual in the ER, we waited around a lot. Miles was able to nap on the bed for most of the time.

Finally, we found out he does not have RSV or the flu or pneumonia. Probably just a virus that caused his lungs to get really tight. Reactive Airway Disease, I think they called it. And we were discharged with some prescriptions. Yay for trying to get home from the hospital during Mardi Gras time. Ugh. As much as I love Mardi Gras, it’s a royal pain in the rear to try to get around the city on parade nights. But we made it, and I was able to get to Target to get his prescriptions filled.

And I have to say I am eternally grateful to George’s parents for picking up Oliver and Linus from daycare and bringing them to their house for the weekend. Man, this having one baby thing is EASY! Heh. Now let’s all just cross our fingers that Linus and Oliver don’t get whatever Miles had.