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03/05/11

03/05/11, originally uploaded by pyjammy.

Yesterday we were kind of stuck in the house all day, so I decided to let the boys play in the tub for a while. Here ya go…

Oh, and you might want to make sure your volume isn’t all the way up. Miles started making a noise like an angry cat, and it’s not something you want to hear at top volume.

You also get to hear how I can’t get my kids’ names right, and the beginning of my scream when Linus starting pouring water out of the tub.

Giggling boys – caught on video

We had a pretty good weekend. The boys were supposed to spend the weekend with their grandparents. But Saturday evening we had to cut the fun short to go pick up Linus, who had a croupy cough. He’s better now, fortunately it wasn’t anything serious. So yesterday was a Linus-centric day. I think he was just faking it, honestly.

(Kidding.)

Last night, I was trying to throw this ball up the stairs to get it out of the kitchen. But my aim wasn’t great, and the ball bounced back down the stairs. Oliver cracked up, so I had George grab the video camera.

(Click the picture to watch the video)

Calvin?

A friend came to visit last summer, bringing three NYC-themed onesies for the boys. They finally fit, so I put them on the boys yesterday and took a picture to show her.

Miles has on the Calvin shirt. I’m pretty sure he is Calvin, actually.

Anyhoo. Yesterday I took the day off. Busy day. I went to the hospital to visit a triplet mom who was about to have her babies (welcome Gavin, Allen, and Sophie!) and then I was able to meet up with my friend Alicia, the one with the sick husband who is at the same hospital. He’s doing much better, and there is some light at the end of the tunnel. I’m so happy for them. And I’m happy that I got to see her and give her a hug. (It was cute, when I hugged her, the baby kicked me! She was all “hi Miss Pam!”) (Alicia’s pregnant, if you remember.)

Anyway, so that’s good news. The benefit is Sunday, which I’m looking forward to.

I also went to see Up in 3D, which was cool, but the theater started it over 30 minutes late, so I almost had to leave early to pick up the boys. I made it just in time, thank goodness.

And after that, I went to a friend’s house for a playdate/BBQ. Yum. There were at least 9 babies there, only one of which was a girl. Hee! I wish I’d taken pictures, but I was too busy chasing the boys and preventing them from tumbling down the steps of the deck. We really need to work on their stair-descending technique. Heh. But it was really fun and I was happy to see everyone.

Here’s a fun video from last night…

And a picture from the weekend before last. My friend Mary Catherine and I took the boys and her little girl to the children’s museum. Look, I have three future chefs! I’m definitely encouraging this…

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:
pre-filling

during

rub-a-dub-dub

Video of splashing in the pool:
Splashing in the pool

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. :)