One Year Ago...

Last New Year's Eve the pregnancy test came back positive. :)
Happy New Year everyone!

Baptismal Bliss

We packed the triplets into the car, and drove Sunday morning to Richmond to have them baptized in the church Erin used to attend when she was younger. In attendance would be Erin's mom's family, her dad's family, and some family friends (the Hoyles). While Nana, Pop Pop, Great Grandma, and one set of godparents (Auntie Em and Uncle Eric) were unable to attend, two other sets of godparents (Aunt Allison, Uncle Matt, Aunt Heather,and Uncle Tristan) helped us out enormously during the service - though we were concerned that Aunt Heather and Uncle Tristan would show up midway through the service, as they were running late in a separate car.

The service went surprisingly smoothly. The triplets behaved for almost all of the service - Arthur kept jumping in my lap during the hymns, they didn't cry too much when the holy water was poured on their heads, and they acted extremely cute knowing the focus was on them today. Highlights include Arthur loudly kicking a prayer book to the floor, and their cousin in the row behind us loudly exclaiming about his brother - "Adam's sucking on the pew!" Afterwards, we had a pleasant brunch at Joe's Inn, the first time we've taken the triplets out to a restaurant.

Their baptismal gowns turned out wonderful. Grandma Toni had lovingly handcrafted them out of Nana's old wedding dress, and the triplets seemed to love dressing up in this fancy attire (though somehow during the changing process Coraline never got her shoes put on). While the satin and lace made these three squirmers difficult to hold during the service, everyone appreciated how attractive they were in them.

Great Grandma

So Great Grandma had a stroke, or more specifically, one of a number of TIAs (Transient Ischemic Attacks) that she's evidently been having. It turns out she has arthlesclerosis disease, which means her brain's small arteries are too thin, and clot too easily, cutting off the blood flow to certain areas. Nana and Pop Pop had to rush her to the hospital (doing 85mph), and decided to wait with her while all the tests were being run. Meanwhile, at the insistence of the family, we loaded up the triplets in the car to take them to their baptism on the other side of the state in Richmond. Since we wouldn't know the results of the battery of tests for a while, and there wasn't anything we could do for Great Grandma, they felt the church service in the morning should not be cancelled.

The damage done by the stroke, and the recurring mental confusion is especially upsetting, as their other great grandmother on this side of the family has end stage Alzheimer's. The possibility of losing another loved one in a similar manner that strips them of their cherished identity is almost unthinkable. She will remain in our prayers (and be with us for another week before flying back to her home in Florida), and we hope that her symptoms will resolve themselves in time.

A Chaotic Christmas

So this morning we did a quick head count, and found that the number of occupants in the triplet commune had risen to 14 over the holidays. Besides the five of us, there was Nana and Pop Pop, Great Grandma, Auntie Em and Uncle Eric, Aunt Heather, Uncle Tristan, and their two children. With their cousins visiting again, it was fun to have 4 five-month olds, and an almost-three year old running around the house, but it did add to the chaos.

We noticed the bottle of advil was being passed around more frequently than normal (which is saying something), and Great Grandma's cold was quickly passed to Betty and Coraline, who then shared it with the rest of the household. With too many cooks in the kitchen, we managed to burn a rising loaf of bread and an early dinner was finally ready by 8:30 at night (with the sweet potato casserole arriving an hour later). The triplets were over-stimulated with all the guests, and went into prolonged crying fits at the end of the day. Each evening we attempted to watch a video we rented from blockbuster, but with putting down all the various children, by the time we were ready it was always too late at night (and the adults were exhausted). The family portrait never was taken, as we could never get the 14 people awake and in the house at the same time.

With all the suitcases, baby toys, and Christmas gifts scattered about the house, the place became even more hectic at the end of the vacation. Auntie Em and Uncle Eric had to pack up their stuff for their return trip to Singapore. We were loading baby stuff into our car for the trip over to Richmond for a few days for the triplets' baptism. Uncle Tristan and Aunt Heather were following us, before heading up to DC to catch a plane back to California. And then Great Grandma was rushed to the hospital.

Merry Christmas!

Christmas Pictures

For those of you who didn't make the short list for Christmas cards this year (sorry, time and money are tight this year, but at least you are reading the blog!), we thought we'd share with you our Christmas photos. These were actually taken a month ago.

Second Cousin Rachel Visits

Continuing the whirlwind tour of family members meeting the triplets this holiday season, today brought their second cousin Rachel, along with her parents Sharon and John while they were en route to North Carolina. Rachel helped out with their feedings, and kept them company on the play mat. We tried to convince Sharon to stay and babysit the triplets, but she had to continue with her family to their Christmas celebration. Perhaps when Rachel grows older she'll want to babysit during the summer :)

Coraline Rolls the Other Way!

We had known for the past few days that Coraline was working on rolling over in the other direction (from her back to her stomach), as Arthur had mastered a bit ago. Erin was excited as she was off of work, and could experience the event for herself. However, with all of the family activities, somehow everyone missed it. We had put Coraline down on the play mat on her back as usual, and then when Erin looked at her again, she was happily laying on her stomach. Evidently she didn't want to make a big fuss out of this milestone. We're still waiting for Betty to choose to follow her siblings.

Tomorrow we're expecting Sharon's family to stop in for a short visit to meet the triplets. We can't wait!

Auntie Em, Unkie Eric, and Great Grandma too!

So Pop Pop came back safely from his surgery with a bandaged-up middle finger that hides a pin implanted to keep his ligament in place. However, because of the rigidity of the splint, his holiday greeting doesn't seem to be in line with traditional holiday spirit. Hopefully the neighbors will understand.

Tonight one set of the triplets' future godparents (Auntie Em and Unkie Eric) arrived to finally meet them in person - they hadn't made the trip to the states from their home in Singapore for more than 18 months - and they also brought with them Deb and Great-Grandma. Because they got in late, we look forward to spending time with them in the morning.

Ninety Minutes

We have been blessed with having a lot of family to help us raise the triplets, so rarely have the three kids been left alone with a single adult. Today though, Nana had to take Pop Pop to the hospital today for his surgery. They left at 1:30pm, and Erin wouldn't be back until 3pm. This meant that for the first significant amount of time, I would be left alone with the triplets. Ninety minutes. I thought I would blog my experience:

1:30pm - I am left with Cora asleep, and the other two in the swings
1:35pm - Betty starts crying
1:40pm - Betty falls asleep - that's two!!
1:41pm - Coraline wakes up
1:43pm - Give Cora the rest of her bottle
1:45pm - Text message picture of crying Coraline to remind Erin to come home early
1:50pm - Figure out 90 minutes is really only 5,400 seconds...
1:52pm - Still feeding Cora, Arthur finally falls asleep
1:54pm - Three asleep! Hey, this isn't too hard!
1:56pm - Coraline's up for good - off to the playmat
2:10pm - Still playing with Cora, and starting to feel like Kiefer Sutherland in "24"
2:13pm - Done with the kick piano on playmat, carry Cora around for a while
2:20pm - Put Coraline in the bouncy chair
2:25pm - Arthur wakes up
2:35pm - Put Coraline in the swing, try giving Arthur the rest of his bottle (he refuses)
2:44pm - Cora starts crying, put in her pacifier repeatedly
2:50pm - Move Coraline to the playmat
2:52pm - Arthur works on roll-over #3 (no success)
2:56pm - Notice Arthur has managed to scoot himself off the mat (again)
3:05pm - Cora crying horribly, carry her around. Betty wakes up. Arthur still trying to roll over
3:10pm - Betty starts crying. Put Cora in bouncy chair, move Betty to play mat
3:12pm - Arthur starts crying from his exertions. Pick Arthur up, bounce Cora's chair.
3:15pm - Erin finally returns home

Well, there you have it. Seems to have been a bit longer than anticipated. Hopefully the next two hours will go smoothly while we wait for Nana and Pop Pop to return home from the hospital.

Arthur Rolls Over, Pop Pop Breaks His Finger

It's been a busy few days here at the triplet commune. We had a pretty ice storm that gave Erin an extra hour one morning to spend with the kids. Arthur, for the past few days, has been working so hard at trying to roll over in the other direction (from his back to his belly). He'll grunt and moan and get completely on his side, but the arm he is laying on keeps preventing him from fully rolling over. So he'll stop, roll back to his back, and then vocally attempt the feat again. And then lo and behold, today after Nana set him down on his back on the playmat, he quickly rolled over onto his stomach, and then pushed himself back onto his back! Betty, of course, is none too happy about this, as she still has yet to attempt rolling over in the other direction.

Pop Pop, meanwhile, managed to dislocate the last digit of his middle finger while attempting the dangerous task of putting on his pants in the morning. I suggested that he make up some story about injuring it while catching a pass during a winter game of touch football or something. But no, it was the pants that did him in. And the orthopedist said it was the best case he'd seen in years. So tomorrow Pop Pop goes into surgery to replace a ligament and get a pin put in. We hope that it all goes well, but with Pop Pop's one hand in a splint from this "mallet finger," and with Nana's wrist in brace from her tendonitis, it looks like the triplet commune is falling apart!

A Year Ago Today

The hall monitors in Erin's fallopian tubes took a coffee break.

Arfur Gets a Toof

We came to two realizations today. First, Arthur has a name which will probably cause him enunciation troubles early on in life (which I can relate to, as I went by Zawed for my first few years). Second, Pop-Pop was right when he thought he saw a tooth in Arthur's mouth the other day. Sure enough, today we all felt a small tooth poking up behind his gum line. This realization was coupled with the fact that Arthur is feeling quite miserable. He wasn't able to sleep well at all last night, and has been quite fussy during the day. We went out and bought a bunch of teething rings, but he still has not gotten the hang of them. Until he does, the best we can do is rock him gently in his bouncy chair.

One Leg at a Time

This week Erin managed to fit into one of her pre-pregnancy pants. Granted, it was one of the looser fitting ones, but it is a significant milestone for someone who put on 110 pounds while carrying the triplets for 35 weeks. She still plans on getting rid of the final 5 to 10 pounds, but perhaps this will wait until after the holiday season.

(Erin at 33 weeks)

4 Month Checkup

Today we took the triplets to their 4 month doctor's appointment. We all eagerly looked forward to another round of 9 shots (plus 3 by mouth), and anticipated the horror of another long night of screaming - especially since their reactions are supposed to be worse the second time around. On the plus side, we could get their latest facts and figures about their growth.

The measuring part of the appointment went great. Arthur now weighs 14 lbs (going from 9th percentile at birth to 33rd), Betty weighs 13 lbs 10 oz (going from 5th to 54th percentile), and Coraline weighs 12 lbs 10 oz (from 5th to 32rd). The doctor thought they were all still doing well, and when she saw Arthur chewing on my finger, she said "Don't tell me he's teething already!" Yep, soon we're going to have a bunch of droolers on our hands.

The shots went better than could be expected. They all cried hysterically, but somehow it didn't seem as bad as their first round. Perhaps the fact that they have all been crying for the past few days (because they have been too tired to take naps) prepared us for today. Arthur recovered first, and took a long nap when he came home. Now we just have to help them get through the next 24-48 hours of soreness.

Coraline Rolls Over!

This morning Coraline rolled over! (That means we're only waiting on Betty) For a while now, the girls have been able to roll onto their sides, and it has only taken a slight push to topple them onto their backs or bellies. This morning though, Coraline went onto her back all by herself during tummy time. We text messaged Erin at work immediately.

Sadly we were not able to get video, as Coraline gave up on her next few attempts, pitifully putting her face down and crying into the play mat. Maybe tomorrow we'll see an encore!

Developing Babies

Grandma Toni came for the weekend, and allowed my parents a much needed break. We managed to get them out of the house and to dinner and a movie. With her help around the house, I also managed to put the final touches on the first volume of a series of ghost story books that I am writing. Hopefully I'll find a publisher for it soon.

In other news, the babies are growing up quickly. We've noticed a stray extra-long hair here and there on their heads, evidence that some new growth is occurring. They are drooling more, and seem to be starting to teethe (as they chew on Erin's fingers when they get the chance). Tummy time is becoming more productive, and the triplets love grasping and pulling on everything on their play mats. Socially, they all love smiling and babbling at people (or clocks) around. Arthur especially is enjoying sitting up for long periods of time (while propped), and we have started giving him toys and rattles to play with.

(And yes, we recognize we take more videos of Arthur than the other two, but he seems to be doing more active things than the girls, unless you count screaming and shrieking...)

Triplet Cookies

Edible versions of Arthur, Betty, Coraline (and Sophie!)

A Wintery Day

We had out first significant snowfall today (one that we could actually see), even though by noon it was almost all melted away. I took Betty and Arthur out to look at the snow and some of the Christmas decorations we've been putting up outside the house. It's been a relatively lazy day. I baked some Christmas sugar cookies (that I'll frost tomorrow), Arthur has been sleeping on the couch for a while, and Betty and the rest of us have just been watching tv waiting for Erin to come home from work.

Thank You WIC!

Each month WIC gives us 27 cans of formula for the triplets - that's a savings of $360! As you can see from this image, we are still getting more than we currently need, but we anticipate catching up one day. Besides this, they also give Erin 6 gallons of milk, 3 dozen eggs, 2 boxes of cereal, 6 cans of juice, and 3 packages of cheese. In addition, we have signed up for Medicaid for Erin and the triplets, which paid the remaining hospital bills from the triplets' birth, as well as their office co-pay. Being a family of 5 with no income certainly pays off!

But now that we finally have a better handle on things, Erin is going to be working for almost all of December and January. We hope that a position opens up for her at the school in February, but it seems that the student body is shrinking, rather than growing. Perhaps though, the teacher that she is substituting for will choose not to return from her maternity leave.

A Year With Triplets

Now that the triplets turned four months old yesterday, we've been raising these kids for a whole year. We figure that four months with triplets is the equivalent of 12 months with a single child. While some might question this math, the number feels very real to us. While we know that there is still much for us to learn and experience, we are proud of how far we've made it.

There have been obstacles along the way: Arthur's staph infection, Betty's current sickness, the girls' nightly scream-fest, their apparent water allergy, Erin's PPD, figuring out how to feed three hungry babies at once, endless breast milk vs. formula debates, and now dealing with Erin's return to work.

However, each of these were tempered by great moments: Arthur learning how to roll over, the triplets falling asleep in their cribs, the first laughs and gurgles, their impressive weight gain, figuring out a schedule that works, and Betty and Coraline sleeping the occasional 11 or 12 hours at a time.

But still, the four months feel like a whole year, and at times this daycare feels (and sounds) like a jungle. If you don't believe me, ask the triplets:

Arthur Loves Clocky

Clocky, the wall clock, is a favorite friend of the triplets. They also are infatuated with the ceiling fan, the chandelier, and the kitchen lights. Were they to make a list of their favorite objects, we sadly believe their parents would rank fourth.

Sick Betty

So after surviving four months with the triplets without anyone getting sick (I don't count Arthur's staph infection, as that was a hospital issue), Betty came down with conjunctivitis in her left eye last night. We took her to the doctor's office this morning, and have eye drops for her to use three times a day. We just hope though that the other two don't catch it, as that would obviously be bad.

Today, while Betty stayed home sick, Arthur and Coraline went with Erin and Nana to a craft festival in Floyd. They had a great outing, and picked up a few christmas gifts at a local toy store on the way home.