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Birthday fun!

So we had a great birthday weekend!

Started out with a zoo trip on Friday with Ren and Chloe and my sister and niece. Then we went to the NICU reunion at the hospital where we saw a bunch of our friends (and petted a pony. Random, eh? A pony? Yes.) and then, I drove around for about an hour so the boys would nap. Heh.

Last year at the zoo on their birthday:
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And this year:
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By far, their favorite feature of the zoo:
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The usually liked the primate statues:
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But not always:
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An attempt at a picture with Mommy:
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(Didn’t get any pictures at the NICU reunion, but picture three boys with fruit punch mustaches, and you get the idea.)

Unfortunately, the yucky weather prevented us from having our planned birthday dinner at IHOP, so we picked up some Popeye’s and went home. The boys loved their presents from Grandee and Larry!

Saturday was their party. It was a little stressful at first, but it went really well in the end. The boys behaved wonderfully, we saw so many of our friends, and I didn’t have to clean up afterwards!

The banner I slaved over last year:

The cupcakes Grandee slaved over this year:

Birthday boys in their awesome shirts:

Linus, after being sung to. And after sticking his finger in the flame. After I watched the video, it wasn’t clear which one of these things caused the tears.

Oliver during his song:

Miles during his song, entranced by the flame:

Whaaat? I can’t hold a new tiny sweet angelic baby girl?
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The revellers:

And a video, if you’re so inclined:

After the party, the boys went to Granny and Grandpa’s for a slumber party so George and I could relax and sleep in. Lucky for everyone, my sister and niece’s flight home was cancelled, so we got a few extra hours with them. And a nice early wake-up to drive them to the airport. Ohh, who needs to sleep in? Actually, it was fine – I went back to bed after dropping them off and slept til 11:00!

Now we have piles of presents waiting for the boys to come home to. I think they’re going to have fun ripping open all the packages.

We won! and Mother’s Day

It was a seriously close contest at the end, but I managed to beg for enough votes to beat the adorable Jack and Sumner and beautiful Katie and Charlotte in the Multiples…and More contest. The hard part about winning is that I know these other kids (well, their mamas), but at least I had fair competition, unlike in that radio station contest Oliver was in. Hmmph.

Now to recap our weekend and my lovely Mother’s Day…

(semi-)Nakey babies!

(sorry, just a random picture I wanted to include.)

Had a nice weekend. We brought the boys to their grandparents’ Friday afternoon because George was alllllll excited to see Star Trek. I mean, the man was shaking with excitement, I’m not kidding. I am not a Star Trek fan, but I agreed to go. After he begged me. Ha. And it wasn’t bad. Considering.

Saturday, I slept sooooo late, it was awesome. Did not much at all. Played some Super Mario Galaxy, went to the gym, did a little grocery shopping, a little organizing. But mostly lazed around. Then George took me to dinner for Mother’s Day. We went to a yummy Belgian place where I had steak + frites. Yummmmmmmmm. Then we went to the pub and stayed much later than we should have.

Got up Sunday morning, and went to get the boys. We all drove to the zoo, where my mom and Larry were meeting us. It was, pardon the pun, a zoo. I think it’s the busiest day of the year. It was insane. I was so glad we had a membership because the lines to get tickets were insane.

It was so freaking hot. The boys were good. Oliver would only let my mom or Larry hold him, which was so cute. He wouldn’t even let me hold him! Ha ha!

Zoo pics:

spoiled-rotten oliver…

After that, we went to IHOP for lunch. Fortunately, it was empty, so we didn’t have trouble getting a table. The boys were really good there. They were being really cute.

Lunch pics: (Linus in the background throwing a fit; Oliver being cute.)

Miles:

After lunch, we went home. I filled up a baby pool that I bought yesterday, put the boys in their bathing suits, squirted some J&J bubble bath in the pool, and let them go to town. I think I found a new way to bathe the boys! Heh.

Pool pics:
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during

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Video of splashing in the pool:
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sleepy miles

And then I tried to get a decent picture of me with the boys. FAIL.

All in all, a very nice Mother’s Day. Hooray!

Busy weekend!

I know it’s been a while since I’ve posted, but I’ve been busy! Kristina was visiting from Wednesday – yesterday, so there was lots of stuff to do, not much time to write about it. We went to the zoo and the park on Saturday, then French Quarter Fest on Sunday. All fun, all exhausting.

Other stuff…

- Got the boys harnesses so at some point in the far-off future, we can go places and they can walk. I just figured I would get them used to wearing them. They’re animal backpacks, and the (detachable) tail is the “leash” (ha ha!) They loooove the animals, but being on the leash part? Not so much. It’s pretty funny. :P

Miles with his monkey. And you know what I love about this picture? I don’t know that it’s Miles because of what he’s wearing, but I just know it’s Miles! I’m getting really good at telling them apart. :)

Miles holding the tail while Linus wears it:

A few pictures…

At the park. We just let them run. Oliver had a little ball that he would throw…then run and pick up. Then throw…then run and pick up. Over and over and over again. It was v cute how single-minded he was in his task. In this picture, it looks like Miles (in orange) is about to intercept the ball. Uh oh!

At French Quarter Fest, someone kindly retrieved the ball for Linus. Hee!

And some cute videos…

One fateful morning

Even though it’s been nearly two years since the fateful day, I don’t think I ever posted on my blog the detailed story of how we found out we were having triplets. It’s still pretty vivid in my mind, after all this time, so I think I will post it now. Just so I have it written. Since this is as close as the boys will ever get to a baby book. Heh.

It was June 6, 2007. A Wednesday. I was 7 weeks and 3 days pregnant.

I’d already had an appointment with my OB three weeks prior, when I was just four and a half weeks pregnant. At that appointment, I just talked to the doctor, he did an exam, and I had some blood tests done. It was confirmed I was indeed pregnant, but that was it. No ultrasounds or anything (not that there would have been anything to see at that point.)

So that first ultrasound. My OB did ultrasounds on all of his pregnant patients at around seven weeks to rule out ectopic pregnancies. It was a morning appointment. George came with me. I was so nervous, because I hadn’t had any morning sickness yet. I didn’t feel pregnant at all. We’d just gotten back from California, and the memory of the noodles we’d eaten at a restaurant in Chinatown made me kind of queasy, but that’s it. We went through the drive-through of a McDonald’s on the way there so I could get something to drink and George could get a bite to eat. I was far too nervous to eat.

We got to the doctor’s office and signed in at the ultrasonographer’s office. I was nervous. So nervous. It wasn’t a long wait, but it might as well have been hours. Finally, I am called back. George had to wait in the waiting room during the ultrasound, but he would be allowed to come back after the tech had taken all measurements and such.

I’d heard you were supposed to have a full bladder for this early of an ultrasound but fortunately, the technician said I wouldn’t need to, so she let me use the bathroom before we got started. Soon enough, I was up on the table, and the ultrasound began.

I couldn’t see the screen, and the technician was quiet. Very quiet. Every so often she’d ask me to hold my breath while she clicked things on her keyboard and moved the wand around. A few minutes in, she asked, “have you had any morning sickness?”

I replied, “no,” and assumed the worst. Why would you ask such a thing? Clearly it was because there was no baby in there. I stared at the ceiling tiles and just willed her to tell me already. Just give me the bad news. I was prepared. Just stop torturing me. But she continued to click and scan and have me hold very still.

After an eternity, she asked me to go get George, so he could take a look. At this point, I was somewhat relieved. She didn’t seem to have terrible news for us, and she wouldn’t ask George to take a look if there was nothing good to see, right? So I went and got him from the waiting room.

{{At this point, I my memory is somewhat foggy. You can understand, right? Shock does that to you.}}

We walk in, and as I go to sit back on the table, she says something that will change our lives forever.

“You’re having triplets.”

I just remember at that point, completely withdrawing into myself. The entire world shrinking to the size of a pea, I don’t know, was I blacking out? Utter and complete shock. I don’t know. I laid back on the table, and grabbed George’s hand. He was silent. He was sitting. I don’t remember if he said anything. The first things that ran through my head were terror and disappointment. I was scared. I wasn’t supposed to have multiples! I wanted a natural childbirth, a fun stroller, cloth diapers, breastfeeding. I could see all of these expectations of parenthood slipping away.

High risk pregnancy. Bedrest. Miscarriage. Premature babies. It was scary. I was not excited. I think I cried a little. Or I wanted to.

Then the tech asked us if we wanted a recording of the ultrasound. I said yes, of course. George looked through his wallet for ten dollars. He gave it to her and she put a DVD into the machine to record the rest of the scan.

And you can watch that part for yourself…

After the scan was done, we had to go upstairs to my OB’s office to talk to him. We sat in the waiting area and I could see nurses peeking into the room, staring at us and whispering to each other. Oh yes, the freak show had begun.

We went into his office, and he said, “oh yes, I thought your uterus felt big at your last appointment.” Ha ha!

But then we talked about the dangers. Possible complications. “Don’t tell anyone it’s triplets until you hit twelve weeks.” And then there was, “you were built for a triplet pregnancy!” And George’s favorite, “Go. Have a drink. Both of you. I don’t normally tell my patients this, but Pam, have a glass of wine. Let it sink in.” In a daze, we left the office, and got into my car.

“We’re going to need a minivan.”

We headed to the pub. It wasn’t even noon, but our friend James, the owner, let us in and served us our drinks. Of course we told him. I called my mom. She laughed. I called my friends. Most of them didn’t believe me. I couldn’t blame them, I barely believed it myself. I went back to work, and informed my coworkers. It was a surreal day.

And two days shy of six months later, the boys were born. :)

16 months old

Another month…going by so quickly. Honestly, this one went by in a flash. Usually, at about a week before they turn “x months old”, I start saying they’re “almost x months old” when people ask. But this time, I was kind of surprised that it was here already. Time is speeding up…

They just keep…growing! And learning!

Some new things:

- Walking is getting much better. I predict Linus will be the first to run.
– When you ask what an elephant says, they put their arm up, next to their ear, like an elephant’s trunk.
– They can also “sssss” like a snake, but they seem to have no clue what cats or dogs or cows say. :P
– Eating is going okay. Blueberries are their newest most favorite food ever, and even crackers aren’t a surefire hit anymore. But they’re doing okay. I just have to keep trying new things.
– One nap a day now. Booooo hoooo!
– Still love love love love love books. Almost would rather read books (I mean, make US read books) than play with toys.
– Though Oliver does love balls. He kicks and throws them and loves for us to dribble them.
– Last month, I turned them forward-facing. I wish I could have rear-faced them longer, and I know I could go back, but I think they’d be mad. I turned them FF because of some practical reasons, and the mommy guilt has kicked in. But oh my god, it’s so much easier to get a kid in the third row when they’re forward-facing.
– Linus has been throwing full-on temper tantrums. It’s kind of funny, but I know it won’t be for long. I think it’s time to investigate some books on toddler discipline. I’ve heard good things (from other triplet moms) about Love & Logic and 1,2,3 Magic. We’ll see.

In other news, we had our neighborhood garage sale on Friday. I got burned to a crisp (despite putting on sunscreen) but on the bright side, I made enough money for a Wii! And a Wii Fit! I got the Wii on Saturday and the Wii Fit should be arriving tomorrow. I can’t wait! I’ve already been playing Super Mario Brothers (yes, the old 1985 version – we downloaded it) and I don’t think I’ll need any other games. I’m re-addicted to it, just like when I was in 8th grade. Hmm.

Yesterday was our triplet group Easter Egg Hunt. I co-hosted it at a park in our neighborhood. It was a lot of fun…for everyone else. I mean, I had fun, but the boys were not in any mood to run around with other kids. They just wanted Mommy and Daddy to hold them. Sigh. But it was so darn cute to see all the triplets (and quads!) running around.

We also introduced the boys to bubbles. Oh my. They were absolutely entranced by them.

Hmmm…

Hi! I am Linus!

Hi! I am Oliver!

Hi! I am Miles!

April Fool’s! That’s really Miles, then Linus, then Oliver.

Okay, that was lame. But just a preview of things to come, I imagine. Aren’t you just so excited for the day that they can switch places on us? And I’m sure it won’t be only on April 1.

But never fear, I have gotten quite good at telling them apart. So there will be no fooling Mommy!

Here is an easy diagram of how to tell the boys apart at a glance. Well, except for Oliver. Heh.
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There. Now I expect that everyone will be able to tell them apart from now on.

15 month stats

Well, I was waiting to post this until after the boys’ 15 month ped visit, but I keep leaving the sheet with the stats in the car, so I’ll just post approximations now and fix it later. Not like anyone really cares, right?

So at 12 months, these were their stats:
Linus: 20 lbs, 8.5 oz (10th-25th); 30.25″ long (50th-75th); HC 46cm (25-50th)
Oliver: 20 lbs, 12.5 oz (25th); 30″ long (50th); HC 47cm (50th-75th)
Miles: 19 lbs, 12 oz (10th); 30″ long (50th); HC 46.5cm (50th)

And now at 15 months: (holy cow, they have done some growing!)
Linus: 23 lbs, 15 oz (50-75th); 31.5″ long (50th-75th); HC 47cm (50th)
Oliver: 23 lbs, 8 oz (25-50th); 31.25″ long (50-75th); HC 48cm (75th)
Miles: 22 lbs, 3 oz (10-25th); 31″ long (50th); HC 47.5cm (50th)

So yeah, they’re growing! Wow!

And now, a few pictures from yesterday. (My point and shoot is broken, so while it’s getting repaired I likely won’t have as many pictures of the boys. These are from my big camera.)

Linus and Oliver

Linus showing off his walking skills at the park

Linus

Miles = not happy

Better now, with a cracker

A preview of how life will be in 16 years…fighting over the car:

Oliver in clover (appropriate for St Patty’s Day, eh?)

Oliver crawling in the mud

13 months old!

13 months

My baby boys were 13 months old yesterday! Good lord.
What can I say about my sweet little guys?

- They are all clapping like crazy.
– Miles and Linus are fond of shaking their head “no.”
– Yesterday, Miles starting nodding “yes”.
– They said their first word, “cracker” on Jan 1.
– They all had ear tubes put in and their adenoids removed on 12/31, and so far, they seem to be healing well.
– No walking yet, but Miles took one step on Jan 1. None since then, though.
– Sleep has been weird. Two nights (one pre-surgery, one post-surgery, so I don’t know if this is ear-related) they’ve woken up around midnight, screaming. Almost like they were having nightmares. The first time was at my mom’s new house, so maybe that was due to the new surroundings? But then it happened the other night at home, too. Let’s hope that doesn’t continue!
– Eating is fine. They’re all beginning to show some signs of pickiness, but I’m choosing to ignore it right now. Linus will spit out chunks of things that are mixed in (say, bananas mixed with yogurt or peas in mashed potatoes.) Oliver will inexplicably like something one day, hate it the next, then go back to loving it. Miles will almost eat anything. Milk is going well, I think. They’re getting about 16-18 oz of milk a day, plus cheese and yogurt. Some of their favorites are grilled cheese, deli turkey or ham, CRACKERS CRACKERS CRACKERS, yogurt with fruit, chicken, and fat french fries.
– They’re still wearing some 6-9 month pants but most 12 month pants still fit. Tops are 12 month and 18 month, but more toward 18 month. Diapers are size 4. Their big Flintstone feet have outgrown their 6-12 month Robeez, so we moved up to 12-18 month in those.
– They all still have 6 teeth. Four on the top, two on the bottom. I don’t see or feel any more teeth coming in right now.
– They have started fighting a bit. Hair pulling (esp Oliver), pushing, stealing toys, and high-pitched screaming at each other. Fun times! We don’t intercede too much at this point, unless someone’s getting violent. But they’re also making each other laugh, which is awesome.
– They’re doing more interactive play with us, too. Peek-a-boo and things like that. More mimicking.
– We dropped bottles and formula a week after their first birthday, and they’ve only had milk and sippies since then. I don’t give them juice, but sometimes water. You should have seen them after their surgery, when they got juice in bottles. It was a double-whammy of excitement!

I think their first haircut is due soon. Maybe next weekend. Miles is starting to get a bit of a mullet.

Ear tubes recap

And now, a detailed recap of the day…

4:30 am – woke up, ate breakfast, took a shower.
5:10 am – woke up Miles, changed his diaper. Put him in the car, drove to the hospital. George’s parents had Oliver and Linus, so I imagine they were doing similar things on their side of town. (I had to work this week and daycare was closed, which is why they had L & O. I had Miles because he had a doctor’s appt yesterday. Just to clear that up.)

5:50 am – arrive at hospital. Look at the fish.

6:00 am – take Miles to the Short Stay unit to sign in.

6:15 am –  Over the next 45 minutes, we get checked in, the boys get weighed and measured, and we are shown to our room with three hospital cribs.

7:15 am – Linus gets his dose of Versed (a sedative to relax the baby before surgery.) He is druuuuuunk! It’s hilarious. Also, babies are v cute in hospital gowns.

Apparently, the cribs are yum:

I swear I didn’t doctor this photo. This is Linus after the sedative. He looks hammered!

7:45 am – George and I bring Linus downstairs to the pre-surgery area and wait for him to be wheeled back.

8:00 am – He’s wheeled back. The doctor says it won’t be more than 30 minutes. I go upstairs to see how Oliver’s doing. He has been given his dose of Versed, so I wait for the nurse to come get him to bring him down to the OR. George is in the surgery waiting area at this point, so when we are bringing Oliver to the pre-surgery area, we swing by and get George. So now we’re back in the pre-surgery area with a baby who looks just like the one who was just wheeled back into surgery. There are confused looks on the faces of the other families in the area.

8:45 am – We’re starting to panic, wondering what’s taking Linus’s surgery so long. The doctor finally comes out and says they didn’t get to go back to the OR immediately because of another patient, but that Linus did well. His adenoids were covered in pus (mmm, thanks) and his ears were full of thick fluid. Yum.

Finally, we see Linus get wheeled back into recovery. We have to wait 30 minutes after he’s wheeled back before we can see him, but while we’re waiting, Oliver gets taken back into surgery. We go back up to the room to wait for Miles to be brought down for his surgery, and enjoy his baby drunkenness.

(I’m getting a bit confused about the timeline, as I’m sure you are. So bear with me.)

Linus gets released from recovery. He’s v cranky and has an IV. I carry him upstairs to the room. George’s dad holds him and gives him the juice he has to keep down. Linus sleeps the rest of the time in Grandpa’s arms.

We go down with Miles to the pre-surgery area, where a nurse finally inquires why this one baby keeps being taken into surgery. Hee hee!

Oliver is wheeled out of surgery. Like Linus, he had pus-y adenoids and thick fluid in his ears. Miles is taken back. It’s about 9:50 at this point, and we’re starving, so we go grab something to eat. The hospital cafeteria, though, is closed from 9:30 – 11! Ugh. So we get some crap out of the vending machines and sit outside in the cold. Nice.

When we get back, we only have to wait a bit before Oliver is released to go upstairs. I go bring him upstairs and George holds him while he sleeps. It’s v v cute, the way he manages to suck his thumb in spite of the IV.

I go downstairs to wait for Miles to be released from recovery. This is all beginning to feel very much like Groundhog Day. I bring him upstairs, give him his bottle, and he sleeps a bit. Then we wait and wait and wait (he has to stay for an hour after he finishes his bottle of juice) and finally, at around 1 pm, we get released.

Hurrah! Only 7 hours total. Only. I’m exhausted!

The boys have slept most of the day. We gave them some yogurt and applesauce for lunch, then some scrambled eggs and string cheese and yogurt for dinner. They don’t seem too hungry. Their cries are so hoarse! It’s sad. Oliver was pretty much completely recovered by the time we left the hospital. He was in good spirits, just like normal. Linus and Miles were a bit groggy and sleepy and cranky, though.

Fingers crossed they sleep all night tonight and feel much better in the morning. And that their days of ear infections are behind them!