tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-620501972027317442024-03-12T20:48:09.689-07:00A Whole Mess of CrazyThe Crazy Chronicles of Raising TripletsMs. Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06787214353085380347noreply@blogger.comBlogger23125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62050197202731744.post-20583693471609949152016-07-20T10:48:00.002-07:002016-07-20T10:48:25.224-07:00New ChapterI have not posted in quite some time. A lot has changed since the last post I did 2 years ago. The girls are now 5 and about to enter into Kindergarten this fall. What an experience that shall be.
I recently put them back into Pre-school so they can get back into the groove of things. Should be nice and interesting to find out what they tell their daddy when he goes to pick them up from school as well.
I have made quite an awesome school lunch menu for them for when they start school and I am planning on posting those as well as ingredients and photos of putting them together. It should be really fun and I hope everyone enjoys the posts as much as I will enjoy doing them!
I look forward to posting more and letting everyone know how things are going. Until next time!Ms. Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06787214353085380347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62050197202731744.post-85124867868528958122014-01-14T19:33:00.001-08:002014-01-14T19:33:06.071-08:00Tipping Point...These girls have me at mine. They are three...there fight all...THE TIME. There are times where they get along so well. They don't fight they love one another and are very harmonious. It's just delightful.
However, those days and times are so far and in between that it cancels it all out. I am brought near tears all too often. They don't come out very often, I hold it all in. I know that I shouldn't. I know that I should let it out...make it rain. But I can't. All too often there are other things going on and other tasks to be dealing with at the time, so I always decide that I will wait for a later time to let it all out. It doesn't end up happening.
Most days (today in particular) I dislike my girls. I know that there are people that would gasp at a mom saying such a thing. One must remember that I will always love them with everything that I have but, there are many days where I just don't like them. It feels like the fighting and everything else that they do is on purpose. To try and push me and see how far it can go until I just snap and either go running out the door or locking them in a closet. None of the things have happened, except for running out of the door but my teenagers were here to take over so no harm.
There are so many times that I want to find those moms that had twins when my girls were small and would always tell me how fast it all goes by and how you "don't remember" since you are always so busy and it gets easier as they get older. Well you are full of s*#t. I remember every single moment from birth. I am busy and that adds to the annoyance of the constant fighting and arguing, it doesn't get easier at all. Who are these people that say such things?! I know that the biggest difference is that they have 2 as opposed to 3. So many are quick to say that it's like having three cause I have a toddler and babies that are twins, they are close in age so it's like having triplets...hell no it's not. I'm not saying it's not hard, but it's not the same AT ALL...stop saying it. I wish to God that it did get easier as they got older and maybe when they are like 8 it will be, but I don't see it happening for a very long time.
I haven't written here in a long time and maybe that is the problem. I need an avenue to get all the crap out on and I can't do it to my 2 teenagers, the triplets or my husband so I guess on here is the best way to do it.
Every night my prayer is the same...please let the girls sleep through the night in their own room, please let the next day go smooth with as little fighting as possible and please let them be kind to each other and everyone else in the house. There are times when my prayer is answered and there are many, many, many, many more in which they are not. I try to find the silver lining in things often, because that is all that I can do. But there are some days when the screaming, the fighting, the crying...all of it, on top of what ever the teenagers are fighting or upset about just gets to be too much, then it is impossible to find the silver lining. I relish the evenings when they are finally winding down and don't have the energy to scream at the top of their lungs...that is when they are ready to just sit there and be quiet.
Maybe tomorrow will be easier, maybe tomorrow they will take a nap and make it a little easier, maybe tomorrow they will realize they are sisters and be kind to one another.
I doubt it.
Ms. Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06787214353085380347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62050197202731744.post-75472285828609903672013-10-17T12:48:00.001-07:002013-10-17T12:48:31.453-07:00Charlie...I'm at work. I am physically sick to my stomach right now with worry and hurt. My baby has been having issues with her intestines and poop for a few months now. Every time we go to the doctor and he starts her on a regimen of laxatives or other medicines that are supposed to be helping her they do... for a while and then we are back to square one again. I cannot even concentrate today. I don't know why I even came in cause work is the farthest thing in my mind right now. I just want this doctor to call me back and let me know what her blood work results are.
Our regular doctor had her on miralax for a while and that helped a little. She still landed in the ER 3 times in between from that. So when that happened he decided that going back to her Gastrointernologist would be a good idea. Initially he wanted her to get a Colonoscopy and see if there was anything that they could see as well as taking a biopsy of tissue in the colon to see if she had a disease of the intestines. When going to the GI doctor he said it wouldn't be necessary to do that test. So instead he had ordered blood work to check for Celiac Disease and put her on Milk of Magnesia once a day instead. It seemed to do the trick. No more issues with constipation, no pain when pooping...nothing.
Yesterday she started again with all the same skin cringing symptoms. Screaming, crying and bending over trying to go but couldn't. Her crying in pain tears me apart, because there is nothing that I can do to ease her pain. Her belly blew up like a balloon and caused her even more pain. In the past she had balls of poop stuck in her intestines and there would be pockets of gas stuck in between, which would cause her a great deal of pain. The three times before when she was in the ER she was given an enema as well as xrays to see what was going on since they were scared of a bowel obstruction.
Finally at 10:30pm I decided to make our 4th trip to the ER for her to get some relief. I didn't know what else to do. Her xrays showed no poop, just lots of gas stuck in her body that was not being released. The doctor ordered another enema to make sure that there was no poop that was blocking the escape of the gas. Nope, hardly anything came out of her. Still in pain, but with the answers that I had there was no reason to stay at the ER just to wait for her to fart. So we left and since I know what I was looking for in the way of a bowel obstruction I felt confident on taking her home.
When we got home all the screaming she had done before started again. I gave her the script for the antispaztic medicine that he gave me and eventually she settled down enough to fall asleep and that was at 2am. Her dad stayed downstairs with her and said that she had a big poop and lots of gas come out in the middle of the night. When she crawled into bed with me this morning she looked much better. He tummy had deflated and she was in a bit of a better mood, although tired I'm sure for not getting good sleep that night.
Before leaving for work this morning she started up again though with crying and saying that she was in pain. I'm now at work left wondering if her tummy is filling up with gas again. I decided to make a call into the GI doctor and ask / demand that they give me whatever test results that they have so that I can start doing something about her diet if it does come back as Celiac disease. If it's not that then I will be at my wits end. It cannot simply be a case of constipation. There has to be something more, it feels like there is something more.
I hate this so much because I feel so helpless. I am trying to help her, but it feels like I'm doing nothing. I just don't know what my next step is supposed to be. I just want an answer so that I can help and ease her pain. She is the smallest of the three and from the very start she had the roughest time. We thought we were over all the obstacles concerning their bodies, but she is the only one that we are having the most trouble with.
If anyone has any suggestions or tips or have been in the same situation and have come to some kind of resolution please let me know.Ms. Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06787214353085380347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62050197202731744.post-55924943446037243782013-09-08T09:56:00.000-07:002013-09-08T09:56:47.032-07:00It's Not Always Fulfulling...Sitting here drinking coffee looking back on the long long night before. I'm tired, Charlie was miserable with constipation yesterday. Screaming and pain ensued and so did a trip to the ER, this was the second trip within a few weeks for the same thing. This time around I'm pretty sure she screamed more than last time. Last time she had an IV put in on top of the two enemas that they gave her. Based on that experience the last time I'm not surprised. Non stop screaming, and trying to talk to my husband and the doctor at the same time just wears on my nerves.
We were out of there around 10pm after getting there around 6, which isn't too bad. Two enemas and some meds later we were out of there and of course Charlie was demanding cookies. So we stopped at the store and got some bunny graham crackers and in the middle of the store she bends over and screams in pain. I knew this was going to happen but with the non stop begging for the cookies I gave in since she had been through so much that night already. The least I could do was to appease her and buy some graham crackers as a reward of sorts. While trying to check out she screams some more and with full hands (holding Charlie, purse, crackers and her baby doll) I am stopped by the checker asking if she would like a cookie and in my most polite voice that I can muster I inform her that my baby is sick and I'm trying to get home fast so that she's not more miserable than she already is. This woman wanted to rub her back and say sweet things to her, which is nice, but I was trying to get the hell out of there.
Since I was starving and hadn't eaten anything that night I stopped by a drive thru window and while waiting my turn to order food I was looking into the restaurant and saw all types of different people eating. I was wondering at first who would want to go to Del Taco at 10:00 at night and sit and eat. Then I started to envy them. To be able to drop everything or to have been out at a movie and then decide with your friends or your husband/boyfriend "I'm hungry lets go eat something". I'm just assuming that there were no big responsibilities holding them down at home to be able to do this. Whenever I want to do this with my husband the question is always if there was going to be someone willing to stay with the girls and what time were we supposed to be back. But the biggest part that tore at me was seeing these teenagers in there sitting. I was just thinking back on when I was in high school and while listening to Charlie scream in the back of my mini van, I wondered to myself how in the hell I got to where I was now. If I could look back 15 years I know that I would never have seen myself with two teenagers and a set of triplets on my hands. I'm happy with my life mostly but, there are many times that I am more depressed and unhappy about the way things are unfolding than anything. This was definitely one of those moments.
Getting home and situated with questions firing from my mom and the big kids plus Charlie screaming and crying is when I realized that I had forgot all of the paperwork that the nurse gave me with the prescriptions attached at the hospital. This was the point that I was ready to put a gun to my head, cause I just couldn't take much more. I called my husband to see about picking it up on his way home from work and also went through the web of transfers to get a hold of the ER nurse that helped us to see where I may have left it at. She was so nice and found it at the front desk for me. While trying to calm Charlie down and make her happy my mom was nice enough to offer to sit with Charlie and hold her so that I could go back to the hospital and get her prescriptions filled and I wouldn't have been too worried about it but she was still trying to poop since there was still some stuck in there. This medicine was going to help with her little colon that was out of control. So off to the hospital again and then to the pharmacy to get it all filled. Thankfully my son went with me to help with keeping me sane. I'm glad he did because he knows me so well. My daughter has such concern over the girls that she would have asked about the hospital and Charlie, which would be ok. But in that very moment I needed a release of sorts. My son is good at changing the subject and making a joke of everything so it was nice to have that small break.
Upon getting home I was shoved back to reality, cause now it was time to give the damn medicine to Charlie and that was just great fun since there was a huge amount to give her. I was so tired at this point though, I wasn't mad or upset or overly miserable anymore. I was just ready for something to work on her, she was the miserable one and I just wanted her to be happy and I was so glad when my husband came home because it's always nice to have someone there that knows the deal, someone else there that can hold the baby and that the baby will be happy with.
My brain was just done, and after giving her all the medicine I could hear it working in her belly and she was pushing gas out left and right which was helping with the pressure and in turn she was starting to sleep longer without interruptions.
Off to bed I went while he stayed with her...now we are all up and when I came downstairs she was happy, talking and playing. I'm so relieved.
Now to start a new day and hopefully not one filled with drama and misery.Ms. Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06787214353085380347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62050197202731744.post-61520083204004885882013-08-21T13:57:00.001-07:002013-08-21T13:57:20.882-07:00Now We Begin...It's been a horribly long time since I have updated anything on here and it is because...well, there are triplets to blame for that. They will be 3 in a few months and that is just plain crazy to me.
I need a vacation...I need a vacation without kids, with my husband and to somewhere other than were we currently live. California somewhere is always a favorite. But things are tight. Too tight to mention, especially when you have to choose between bills and food sometimes.
It sucks, I'm working more which is good but the girls make that hard as well.
I can't think of anything else to say except for to whine about what is going on so I'll stop right now and continue on another day...maybe post a few pics too.Ms. Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06787214353085380347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62050197202731744.post-77884215712410043892012-10-30T11:34:00.001-07:002012-10-30T11:34:20.588-07:00Pretty Sure I'm Going To Go CrazyYep it's official, I have fallen off the deep end. I am so over all these kids. Been feeling that way for a while. One doesn't know how to say anything that makes sense or that doesn't sound idiotic, one can't stop talking about kissing a boy and the other three, well the don't stop fighting and screaming. My nerves are shot. I think of ways that I can land myself in the hospital for a few days, just to escape all of it. Worries me a bit but that's how fed up I am and how desprate I am for an escape. Nothing that will cause serious harm, just maybe something that will need a few days observation perhaps.
Right now it's Cecilia. They were all playing nicely and then it all hit the fan. Cecilia bit Kitty in an attempt to make her go away when all Kitty was doing was what I asked and that was to push Cici around. Then it all unravelled from there. So I decided it was nap time. Nothing a good nap can't fix. That was half an hour ago and Cici won't stop screaming. I refuse to go up there cause then they all will wake up and I might as well just get them all out of bed and deal with the aftermath of angry and tired two year olds. No thank you, I'll pass. I'm really hoping that my sister in law gets here soon so I can get the hell out of here and be alone though.
My husband works days all week, which would usually make me so elated, but the way these girls are behaving I dread it. My skin cringes and my stomach churns at the thought of being here all day to deal with the wrath of these females. It's slowly killing me, I can feel it. I just know it.Ms. Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06787214353085380347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62050197202731744.post-68112095617259684402012-10-27T10:55:00.000-07:002012-10-27T10:55:15.915-07:00I'm PoopedI am exhausted. Between these babies and the teenagers, I'm about tapped out. I need some serious alone time, a few days away. Something. But I don't see that happening any time soon, which is killing me. Since the girls have officially entered the terrible twos they have made it known. Fighting, screaming, crying for no reason, pulling hair and hitting. Just sets my nerves on edge. The husbands fluctuating schedule isn't helping. These girls have the ultimate PMS symptoms I swear. So happy and snugly and then not even two minutes later throwing themselves on the floor and screaming at a piece of lint.
When I see these behaviors sometimes I get worried, could it be something deeper that the doctors haven't picked up on. Is it something that is developing now? I'm sure that I am just worrying about something that isn't even there. I just never had to deal with the 2's with Anthony so this part is all new for me.
I'm just over the screaming and bad moods. When I said I wanted to be a stay at home mom I thought it would be much much easier! I guess it's never that easy with triplets.Ms. Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06787214353085380347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62050197202731744.post-13870201926511685242012-10-17T22:23:00.001-07:002012-10-17T22:23:59.415-07:00Catherine, <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Catherine...baby A, big sister to the trio. She was the first out of the hospital and officially the first to turn 2 over the weekend. She is the "superstar" when it comes to developing. She has a bigger vocabulary, can do more things and can handle her own a little better. She is so independent and vocal. She looks after the "twins" for the most part. If they are sad, sick or get hurt she is the first one to go to them and help out, even if that means giving them a cup of milk or a baby doll. She will hold their hand and bring them to me if I ask her to, she will help out picking things up if I ask and she is the one that likes to sit and cuddle me.
Catherine and I have a bond. She is my mini me. I think it's because she was breast fed and the first home. She got more one on one time and more of a bonding experience. There is just a special little place in my heart for her.
I'm having so much fun watching her grow and learn things. You can see her brain working constantly. She is always repeating things and watching so that she can learn, learn, learn. It's crazy to see how independent she is! She can go and play by herself and be perfectly happy for the longest time. It's just sad when she tries to break into the twins playing because they have a bond of their own it seems and she is just trying to fit in sometimes. Maybe that is another reason for the bond, knowing that she loves her sisters and they love her, but sometimes they do their own thing and she is roaming alone, so we sit and visit and love on eachother while they do their thing, or I go and play with them too so that the playing field is equal.
The world of triplets is quite a crazy one, which leaves me longing for a quiet evening of doing nothing. But, on the other side most of the time, I can't do it. There is laundry, dishes, picking up toys, making sure the teenagers are taken care of as well as the dog. Doing nothing feels strange. I feel like there is something missing when I'm just sitting there doing nothing, lets take right now for instance...I should be relaxing and enjoying the evening. But no, I am on the computer while I wait for the girls' laundry to be done so I can fold them. Did I mention that I need to wake up at 4am to take my parents to the airport in the morning?Ms. Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06787214353085380347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62050197202731744.post-47937772234828847132012-08-21T20:35:00.001-07:002012-08-21T20:35:26.679-07:00A Break...Time to take a break from the triplets and just everyday life. We went to Lake Tahoe in late June and that left me even more exhausted than before. The 9 hour drive with 3 babies and 2 teenagers starts to wear on you after the first hour. <br />
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So when I had decided to take Anthony on a trip with just the two of us (since Olivia spent her birthday in New York with just me) he picked Disneyland. Even though we drove and it's close it came out to about the same amount of money nearly! <br />
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I must confess I am a Disney girl through and through. Always have been. I was fortunate enough to have a family that was able to take my brother and I nearly every year or so and my mom loves Disneyland so that helped. I cry (or come close) every time I get near the gates to enter. Just like a little kid I'm full of excitement. I cry during the fireworks and other parades and shows from pure happiness. I'm not ashamed to admit it. I was drawn to tears today when I saw a little girl being sang to by an all female mariachi group, one of the women knelt down to her and sang "Kiss the Girl" from Little Mermaid. I love the fact that the people that work here go out of their way to make your day special. It's clean and I don't know how anyone could be mad or angry when they are here. I want my kids to experience the same thing as I had as a little kid, even with having 5 kids it just takes more planning and some extra saving, but my girls will know the happiness that comes with being here. Disneyland is the only place that I never care how much soda, ice cream, candy or even churros they have. As far as I am concerned its all a part of the experience. "oh you want a hat with your name on it? Sure!". "you want an ice cream sundae at 10am and you refused to eat breakfast?! Sure!". Ask me for the world while we are here and I'm pretty much ok with making that desire come true as well. 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They are so temperamental right now. Someone bumps into the other one and it ignites a firestorm. It's horrible, at times it's hard not to laugh at the reactions and then at others I want to pull my hair out cause I just feel like I can't handle the whining and crying and the fighting, oh the fighting.<br />
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They hit one another, pull hair, bite scratch and just plain attack one another. I don't know what to do about this at all. Half the time all I can do is throw my hands in the air and move to the other room. <br />
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I got lucky with Anthony, he was so good. Not really a temper tantrum kind of kid. I know that I'm dealing with three GIRLS and there is all kinds of jealousy and stuff but still. <br />
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My hair is growing whiter just thinking about the next couple years.Ms. Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06787214353085380347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62050197202731744.post-5894382833789563432012-04-10T23:52:00.001-07:002012-04-10T23:52:24.438-07:00How I Wish Sometimes...I wish so much sometimes for my old life to be back. The kids were in Jr. High School and we were starting to think of foreign vacations and cruises with them or just by ourselves. <br />
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Then triplets came. We knew it was going to be hard and we knew that all the help that people were throwing at us (all words mind you) would never come along (and for the most part it hasn't. Nothing but broken promises and excuses. We said from then on, never to rely on anyone and it's us against the world. I have learnt to adapt to the new lifestyle, I guess: it's tough, Cisco is gone, the kids help but only so much since they have to take time to be kids too. So for the most part it's me. Me to do the majority of the things around here. Babies from 7:30 - 8am Cisco helps with (excluding weekends of course). But from about noon I'm running solo. Naps (if I'm lucky) then lunch, breaking up fights, and entertaining. All this while stealing moments for laundry, dishes, cleaning the always messy floor and prepping for dinner. If I'm lucky enough to eat then there are baths before I'm usually done eating, since the girls throw all the food on the floor and then proceed to ask for a bath. Then more entertaining but at this point I'm dealing with fussy, moody little females so then it's just counting down until bed time. <br />
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You would think that 8:30 - 9pm would offer a much needed repreve. Nope about 5 nights out of 7 I'm dealing with what is going on right now...screaming. Babies waking up every hour cause they want to be held, rocked and snuggled. That would be all fine and nice if it was one baby and every once and a while. No its all three every few hours and let me tell you...especially if you have never experienced it, it starts to wear on your nerves a bit. It makes me wonder why I said yes to 3. Why did I have to wish to have another baby. I miss my job, I miss sleeping at night, I miss making dinner in peace, I miss taking a shower without feeling like I'm racing a clock, I miss siting down in the morning and enjoying my coffee. <br />
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Instead my job is here, I sleep but so badly that I may as well stay up all night, I have three girls screaming at me while I cook and try to avoid slipping and falling on toys in the process & did i mention breaking up two bickering teenagers, I take a shower so fast I wash my hair twice forgetting I did it once and the second time is usually with face wash or shaving cream, I need to guard my coffee so no one walks off with it and spills it everywhere or burns themselves.<br />
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I'm just so burnt out at this point. I need a vacation. Away from everyone, away from teenagers, babies and my husband. He offers for me to do it all the time, and I always swear I am going to, but then I get started and head out the door. I get to my destination and miss my husband and think how I wish it was easy for us to find a babysitter like normal people who have one baby so that he could join me and we could be together. I miss the big kids because it's so much fun to play around with them and have them around to talk with since in a few years they will be gone and moved out, and I miss my babies. I end up forgetting about all the crap that happens all week, the fighting, the fussiness, the not sleeping all of it. Instead I start thinking about the smiles and laughs, the giggles and the milestones that they have and I miss them terribly and I feel guilty for feeling like I need a day or two to get away. The whole point of me being alone to sleep all night doesn't happen cause I hear crying in the middle of the night and wake up to nothing in the room but me.<br />
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I do love my girls, I love my kids and my husband. But I feel like a single mom with the weight of the world on me and it gets to be a bit too much. Ms. Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06787214353085380347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62050197202731744.post-58898359857939706242012-03-18T22:59:00.002-07:002012-03-18T23:15:30.722-07:00Being Tested...The girls have the stomach flu...or a 24 hour bug. I'm not sure which and I don't think it really matters. Cecilia started a few days ago and we thought it had something to do with her not being able to go poop. Well her trying to throw up went away mostly yesterday and I thought we were done and over with the episodes. But then last night it started all over again with Kitty. I went in their room to see why she was crying and she had thrown up all over her bed, so off to the bathroom for a quick wash down. We bunked downstairs last night. Big blanket and a towels all over that. Poor Kitty threw up all night and was just spent from her little body doing all that work. Cecilia pooped all over herself and her bed last night a few hours later, which meant another trip to the bathtub for another wash down. Then down came Cici to hang out with us. Several towels later and a few changes of clothes, Kitty started having less dry heaves less often. 5am...that was when I finally got to bed. I felt bad leaving Cisco with the girls while I went to bed since he had just gotten home from work, but if I had any chance of doing it all during the day and while he went to work today then I had to get some sleep. <br /><br />When I woke up a short 4 hours later Kitty seemed like she was doing much much better as well as Cecilia. Not too long after I was happy and thinking we were over it Charlie started. I was in the middle of changing Cici's bed and heard Charlie trying to throw up. UUUGGGGHHHHH....I got happy way too soon. <br /><br />So now here I sit with Charlie on the side of me hoping that she doesn't get sick throughout the night, but my fingers are starting to hurt from crossing them so hard.<br /><br />The kids had asked lastnight if they could camp out in the family room last night and I almost said no, but then the girls started getting sick and I was so glad I said yes, cause then they wouldn't have been able to help me cause they would have been asleep sooner. I am so glad they were both home, they were great. Helped with everything. I just have to figure out what to do for them to thank them for pulling an all nighter with me. Back in the day I would have told them that they could skip a day of school but I can't do that anymore...especially since Anthony needs to work on his grades. Well I'm sure I'll think of something.<br /><br />I think these past two days have tested my patience to the point of nearly breaking me. I'm exhausted, the babies are cranky and moody and cannot be consoled. They cry cause they want to be picked up, but then they cry cause they want to be put down, then they want juice, then they don't. They don't know what they want and they make sure that I know it. When 10pm hit and Kitty and Cici were screaming and didn't want to go to bed but didn't want to lay down downstairs either that was it for me. I stuck them in their beds, bid them good night and was done. I just couldn't take it any more. I didn't care if they cried for hours upon hours, I just had to do something with them. It's funny cause it took all of 10 minutes for them to quiet down. <br /><br />I guess this shouldn't come to much of a surprise to me, for God's sake there ARE 3 of them. I guess it is just something I better get used to.Ms. Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06787214353085380347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62050197202731744.post-8229513711157649672012-03-17T11:24:00.002-07:002012-03-17T11:29:16.829-07:00What to do what to do...with all these clothes and other things that the girls have that I refuse to sell at a garage sale for like a $1. Well I have a girlfriend that is having a little girl so I am setting aside things for her. I take such good care of my things that I would want to sell their Christmas dresses for like $10 especially since they only wore them once and are still brand new! So I will be trecking onto the Ebay website to see how it does for me. I think I will have to go to the USPS website and see how much their flat rate shipping costs are and add that to the price of the items. Next is do I just sell them for what I want or do I have people bid for them? Choices choices. Well wish me luck, maybe since I'm not working and just taking care of the girls this will be my new side job!Ms. Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06787214353085380347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62050197202731744.post-55838393772615407222012-03-07T00:07:00.001-08:002012-03-07T00:07:21.121-08:00The Call of MidnightThe wind is howling like crazy...nothing worse than it keeping your baby up, along with her cold. I know something worse...it being x3!<br />
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I thought it was allergies at first, it still might be, I'll see and know more when the sun comes up. Their runny noses and congested little heads made it near impossible for anyone to get a nap in and made me not be able to shower due to said nap not being taken. <br />
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Fast forward to bed time and I know they are all over tired, but I am pleasantly surprised at how easy they went down. Until 30 minutes later when Kitty work up with an attitude like she had some revenge to get at me for something unknown. She was up until 11pm...ugh, well finally she went to sleep in my bed and I was content to leave her there, I was starting to fall asleep until I realized how cold the wind had made it feel in the house. All I could think was if Cisco had turned the thermostat off earlier today or left it on, it certainly felt like he turned it off. You know how when someone falls asleep on you and you do that awkward move to slide out of bed without disturbing them? (I like to think of it as the one night stand slide) well that is what I was doing to get out from under Kitty, it worked but left her close to the edge of the bed and all I could hope for was enough time to turn the heater up and come<br />
Back to take her to her crib. Well, before I could make it down the first step Cici decided the wind was too much as well as her stuffy nose so in the room I went praying that a little holding would do the trick. It did and she fell back asleep fairly quickly. So down the stairs to let the dog out, turn the thermostat up and text Cisco begging for a reprieve. On my way back to my room to fetch a still sleeping Kitty, Cici woke again. Well I had decided that I better hope me transferring one dead sleeping baby to tend to a crying one didn't wake up more than the one that was already awake, it didn't. <br />
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So here I sit, rocking Cici listening to the wind do a number to the outside trees and the bench that keeps knocking against the railing on the front of the house (which I'm sure will wake up one of the girls later...again). I'm tired, I feel dirty and I just remembered my kitchen still has food siting out from dinner. <br />
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Oh well, like Scarlett O'Hara said "I can't think about that now, I'll think about that tomorrow".Ms. Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06787214353085380347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62050197202731744.post-4721834459063698802012-03-05T09:41:00.001-08:002012-03-05T09:41:23.705-08:00This Little Light...Sometimes I wish I could see the greatness, the light at the end of the tunnel. But all too often I only see the long days, filled with screaming, fighting and unhappiness from not being able to reach a sippy cup or not being able to have the last bite of oatmeal, I speak of the girls of course. There are those times in the day where it is pure bliss. Everyone is happy, they play nicely, get along, give kisses to each other and are so pleasant that I am amazed at the other feelings that I have of misery from time to time due to just being overwhelmed in general. <br />
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Right now is one of those times where no matter how hard we try they are just impossible to make happy, due to nap time fast approaching. One trip and fall leads to screaming and not being able to console, one snatch of a toy from another baby incites a riot of temper tantrums that eventually gets another involved as well. It just seems to pile up, there are always going to be good times and bad, but I think if I keep the bigger goal in mind I will be ok, the bright light made by three girls at the end of my tunnel.Ms. Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06787214353085380347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62050197202731744.post-10124068433080537892012-01-14T22:59:00.000-08:002012-01-14T23:18:10.836-08:00Thursday, October 14, 2010In the morning I was still not feeling well from the Morphine that I was given from my spinal and it was difficult to get up just to go to the bathroom without feeling like I was going to toss my cookies. I was pleasantly surprised over the pain situation though. I went through so much pain the next day after having Anthony and for several days afterward. But the recovery with the girls was surprisingly easy and not very painful at all. The main goal that the nurse put up on the wall for me that day was to feel better so that I could go and see my girls. Cisco was there when I woke up and stayed there through the morning and mid afternoon because I was still in and out of sleep. He told me the weight and length of the girls and I was just glad to hear that they were doing well and I wanted to go and see them. It was later in the afternoon that day when I was feeling well enough to go and see the girls. I got loaded up into the wheelchair and Cisco took me to go and see my girls. <br /><br />It was so hard to go and see my babies. The first one that I saw was Catherine. She had the darkest hair and Cisco had won the bet for sure that they would have a full head of hair, cause they all did. She had so many wires and tubes hooked up to her. She looked so small. I just couldn't believe it. She had umbilical lines coming out of her belly button to monitor, as well as a little wire stuck to her with a little gold bear sticker to monitor her temperature. She was surrounded by her little "frog" pillows (which are like little bean bag pillows that snuggle them to simulate being in the womb) There were monitors for everything, several bags of medicine, and I know the nurse was explaining everything to me and telling me what everything was for but I didn't hear much of it. I was just heartbroken that I couldn't hold my baby girl. I NEEDED to hold her...but I couldn't. She wasn't ready to be held and she needed to rest.<br /><br />Cisco wheeled me over to Cecilia and she was a bit smaller than Catherine. Everything was the same with her as it was with Catherine, but she got to bunk next to Charlie which was nice that they were close to eachother. Charlie was the smallest and the doctor said that she had a little fight to go still cause she was the sickest of the 3. Charlie was on a breathing machine to help her because she was having a hard time doing it herself. I cried a little when seeing Catherine and Cecilia but I was just tore up looking at Charlie. I wanted to break open that box take her out and hold her for hours upon hours. She was my tiny miracle. She was my baby that I knew right away what I wanted to name her. She was my baby that stayed up with me on those late graveyard nights dancing to the Beatles music that I would play for her. She was bullied out by her big sister and she wasn't ready to come out at all. I was so scared that things would get worse before they got better but the doctors and nurses as well as my husband kept telling me that I had to stay strong for my girls and that I had to be optimistic and think good thoughts. I had to use the time that I had in the hospital to focus on getting better so that I can come and see my girls more and more and spend more time with them. The only good side to being stuck in that hospital for 4 days was that I could go and see my girls when ever I wanted to go and whenever I was up to it.Ms. Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06787214353085380347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62050197202731744.post-73011768825464446202011-11-15T14:14:00.000-08:002011-11-15T14:42:40.704-08:00Wednesday, October 13, 2010Waking up that morning I could tell that something was different. I couldn't put my finger on it but it just seemed that way. The nurses all came in as usual, the doctor came in to check on me and said everything looked ok. But standing up I noticed that it seemed like I was leaking all over again like when my water orignially broke. The nurses said that it was usual, sometimes the water around the baby would build up all over again in their head plugged the hole, she must have been moving around and that made me leak. <br /><br />The doctors had ordered another ultrasound though, like they had said they would a few days before to check on the girls. When doing the ultrasound the tech had said that it looked like there was nearly no water around Charlie (baby C), which had worried me and then all the leaking had made sense. They had been moving around but they were not cooperating for the nurses when they were to do the monitoring. One would move around too much, the other was in a horrible position and seemed to be sleeping, and the other...who knows I can't rememeber now.<br /><br />Well visitors thoughout the day and naps here and there was what I had managed to get done. My son's other grandmother had come to visit for a while later that night and was my last visitor of the evening. During the visit the nurses had said that they were due to do the girls monitoring and wanted to know if I wanted her to go, I didn't mind her being there, all modesty had been lost months and days ago when getting checked in! So while the nurses where trying as usual to monitor the girls they noticed that their heart rates were unusually high and didn't seem to be going down. They were having a hard time getting a long pattern due to them moving as well. I could tell there was some worry on their faces which made me a little anxious. At this point I had wished that I had told his grandmother to go. I think that she could see that I was worried and decided on her own to go home. About 40 minutes into the monitoring the nurses called the doctor and told him what was going on, they were ordered to do temp, BP and blood draws to check my white blood count. About an hour later when the nurse came in I knew it was bad news. My blood count was elevated and the doctor was going to take the girls out because there was an infection starting.<br /><br />Nothing but panic had set in, all I could do was worry that the girls weren't ready to come out, they were too small. Not to mention the fact that when I had a C-section with Anthony it was a horrible experience and I nearly threw up thinking about everything I was about to go though again. I was terrified. Cisco was the calm during the storm, or at least that was the face and front that he had put on. He called everyone that needed to be called so that they knew what was going on. My mom came down with the kids so they could be there and wait. <br /><br />I was wheeled into the OR and given a Spinal, which by the way is the worst pain ever, the nurses were the best, so nice, thoughtful, full of hope and happiness for us. I was a little freaked out when I saw how big the room was and all the things that were in there, there were a pretty good size team of nurses from the NICU getting things prepared at their isolettes and waving hello.<br /><br />When the nurse laid me on the table and got me covered she had asked me what kind of music I liked I told her the Beatles, since that was the only thing I could get out at the time. The doctor came in and said that he was going to take good care of me and the girls and then began. I remember that Billy Joel was playing on the stereo and it was "She's always a woman to me". The doctor had said, "for the rest of your life you will remember this song." I think it was a little after that Cisco had come in. <br /><br />The doctor and Cisco told me when my Baby A came out...11:55pm, Catherine. I could hear a little cry. Sounded like a kitten or a puppy. Next 11:56pm Baby B...Cecilia. The doctor said that he had a hard time getting to the next baby that she was wedged up so high. Baby C...11:58pm, Charlie. All my babies were out, I didn't get to see anyone. They were taken to the isolettes and started to be tended to. Cisco went with the NICU doctor and headed out with them when they were ready. He got to see the girls first, he got to get their weight and their measurements. <br /><br />When I was all sewn back together I was taken to recovery which at some point I had fallen asleep, but when I woke up the morphine that they shot into my spine did a number on me. I'm glad that I was still numb when I threw up, cause other wise it would have really hurt. Cisco tried to tell me a bit about the girls, but to this day I don't remember much...too many drugs I'm guessing.<br /><br />But the doctor was right, to this day when I hear that Billy Joel song I cry. I hug my girls and look at each of them. I think of how small they were when they were born and how much of a miracle they really were and are. Ms. Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06787214353085380347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62050197202731744.post-11885277378163362102011-07-19T23:27:00.000-07:002011-07-19T23:40:09.263-07:00Monday - October 11, 2010Nothing too exciting happens in the hospital, the girls have been behaving and nothing changes over the next couple of hours. <br /><br />The leaking of my water has come to a stop which is a welcome surprise and all I can think of is when can I take a shower and can it be as soon as possible. I begged the nurses and they called the doctors and asked what they thought about it, when I was flagged ok to take one, I practically ran to do so.<br /><br />I think the thing that was the most frustrating was being alone. It was nice when during the day I would get visitors. I would have friends from church come by and visit for a bit and Olivia and the girls grammy would come by and visit too. <br /><br />I think the one visit that I got that made me even more paranoid about the girls arrival was a visit from one of the NICU doctors. She made me nervous because she talked about all the complications and things that happen to most preterm babies. I wanted to run from the room. She asked if I had any questions and I was just in shock and what was worse was that I was alone when she came in, Cisco was at home with Kipper and the kids so he missed out on the enlightning visit. (I was shocked several months later so see that I was billed for the doctor coming to give me a NICU heads up, pissed me off)<br /><br />All I could really do was try to keep myself busy. I think the highlight of the day was choosing what I was going to eat for the day. Since I had no limits of a special diet I could pick what I wanted from the kitchen and since I had one of the best nurses ever she gave me a heads up on how I could order and change things the way I wanted, I could ask for things that weren't even on the menu and I could order extra things and they could save it in the nurses fridge for later so if I got hungry I could eat. I loved it. I also had little stashes of food in the room with me. <br /><br />Olivia's godmother was the best and brought me some fruit cups and also resupplied my yarn for the blankets that I was working on for the girls. Of course when the kids came for visits they took advantage of the fact that there was all this food in the room, Anthony would help himself to my dinner that I didn't finish...it was funny cause Olivia would yell at him about it. "Don't eat mom's food! She needs it for the girls!" We watched a movie once or twice in my room since there was a DVD player and that was nice. <br /><br />I really missed my husband mostly though, he was the one that could keep me focused, he is the one that I could talk to or even just sit in the room with for hours at a time and not do anything too special but watch people come for temp checks and monitor the girls. I know that he was bored out of his mind and even worse when I would beg and cry for him to spend the night on that horrible cot or chair he would. There were plenty of times I told him to go home so he could sleep there with the kids and so that he could actually get some sleep without people coming in at all hours of the night. He was my sanity. He still is.Ms. Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06787214353085380347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62050197202731744.post-41176375860952182142011-07-18T22:44:00.000-07:002011-07-18T23:12:58.455-07:00Sunday - October 10, 2010It had been a long night and now we were onto day two. Cisco had stayed and slept on the little couch that was in the room and looked very tired as well. They decided to move me to a room in the anepartum hall in the maternity ward to wait out the delivery of the girls. There was going to be another injection of steroids later in the day, which I definately was not looking forward to since the last one was so painful. Upon moving to the new room the nurses disconnected me from all of the monitors that were hooked up around my belly and were told by the doctor they had to monitor me every 4 hours to check up on heartbeats and so on. That morning there was another nurse that came in to give an ultrasound to check on the babies and how they were moving and the water levels that were around them. I had grown very tired of laying down or sitting so I was so happy when I had to get up to run to the restroom since that was the only time I was allowed to get up out of bed. <br /><br />The doctor came in to check in on me and see how things were going. He ordered me to wait until after Tuesday to have to deliver the girls since he was not going to be in town due to a conference he had to attend out of town. I told him I would do my best, but I was also wondering again how long I was going to be in that room. They were hoping for at least 4 weeks to get the girls nice and big and their lungs developed enough so that there wouldn't be too many problems. The doctor was very optimistic on how far I had already been able to carry them without any problems, they said that I at least hit the mark where the girls would be a little safer than if needed to be delivered a couple weeks sooner than now. <br /><br />So getting settled into my room and trying to get used to the idea that I would be there for a while was hard. Cisco left in the morning to get cleaned up and bring some much needed items for me to survive the day. My mom said that she was going to bring the kids in the afternoon to visit which would be nice, but since there is a time limit at night I was not looking forward to them leaving. I think the hardest thing that I was going to have to deal with was Cisco working and the kids being in school. I was going to be alone most of the day and at night I couldn't ask Cisco to stay at the hospital, it was just too uncomforatable and there was Kipper and the kids couldn't just stay with my mom all the time.<br /><br />There were some very important people that came to visit with me that afternoon and early evening which made things a bit easier, but I was just so lonely. The nurses were great and came to visit quite often and we got to know each other pretty good in that first day. There was one nurse that was asking on the names that I had picked for the girls and I told her Catherine, Cecilia and Charlie. I had picked out who Charlie was going to be from the very begining (She was at the top of my belly right above my stomach) and at that point she was my favorite, she was firey and kept me company in the late nights when I was working. The other two slept most of the night and kept me up when I was trying to get some sleep durning the day. I told the nurse that Cisco and I thought that Baby A would be Catherine, since most of the time she was sleeping and like a little princess she needed her beauty sleep. Baby B was going to be Cecilia since I had already picked out Charlie. It was decided and the nurse put it up on the little white board to keep me focused and so that when people came to do check ups they could call them by name and not A, B and C. <br /><br />I was so tired of getting blood drawn. I know that they had to do it, but I was just so tired of getting poked and prodded at. Temperature checks and blood pressure. I think the worst was when they would have to come in and do the monitors on the girls. It would take forever for them to get a good beat on them since they were moving all the time. Once they would get one someone would move. I think Cecilia was the most difficult. There were times where we would be at it for an hour just to find their beats and keep them there. The monitoring had to last for a solid hour of beats...good luck. It would take about 2 hours sometimes, there were other times where the nurses would call the doctor and find out if they would be able to stop or try again in a few hours. They would find a beat and I would have to lay so damn still so the girls wouldn't move, however, my back would hurt, my legs would go numb, I would have to pee...there was always something that would make it near impossible to get a good beat on the little ladies. <br /><br />The kids came that night after they had done homework and had dinner and at that point there was only about an hour for them to visit and I would always hope that the monitoring would be held off until they left so my visits wouldn't be interrupted. The nurses were great and would wait. they would tell me about their day and I missed them so much. I was so sad when they had to leave. I just wanted to go home so bad. I guess it would have been nice if I had had my computer :)Ms. Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06787214353085380347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62050197202731744.post-91538104972829899532011-05-17T22:56:00.000-07:002011-05-17T23:27:27.729-07:00Saturday ~ October 9, 2010I was feeling bad bad bad that day. I was just tired, my body was just plain pooped from carrying 3 babies around for all that time. I had a really rough night at work the day before and actually went home early. I had so much pain in my belly pretty low down, where when I think about it now it was where Catherine was laying. It was so bad I was brought to tears. I told the Manager I was going home and he tried to argue, but I think he figured he better let me go. So I went home and slept, slept as much as I could. Drank a ton of water and put my feet up that day. I just lounged around all day, I just wasn't feeling good. We weren't too busy at work and I wasn't completely worried about calling out for that day since I was still not feeling too hot. Anthony went to my mom's house that day and it was fine with me because that meant I didn't have to worry about cooking dinner and keeping track of any kids. I ended up getting hungry later that night and decided I better figure something out, I called my mom to find out what they were doing, she said they were going to Applebees and wanted to know if I wanted to go. I figured I might as well since I was feeling a bit better and I was hungry like a Pooh bear. <br /><br />I dragged my sorry butt upstairs to change and when I pulled my pants off to get some on that fit I felt water come down my legs and drip on the rug. I looked down and saw it was not clear, my thought? "Um...I don't think that is pee...why is it pink?" Well the first call I made was to my mom to tell her I couldn't go to dinner, and I told her I think my water broke, so I said I would call her back since I needed to call my doctors. I called one, no answer. Called the other...no answer. Oh crap. That's not good. Well I just kept calling and leaving messages. Well when 15 minutes went by and I still had no answer I figured I better get my ass in the car and drive to the hospital. <br /><br />So off to Summerlin Hospital I went. Luckily on the way there one of the doctors called and said that I should get to the L&D right away and he would call and let them know that I was on my way. I called my mom back and begged her to meet me there until Cisco got there. She said that when they were done eating that she would be there. I wasn't thrilled with that but what was I going to say? <br /><br />So I went and checked in. Told the nurses what was going on and they proceeded to have me change in a gown, went down to see if my water did actually break and found out yes indeed it did. I wasn't going anywhere. So when they went to put the baby monitor on I laughed. She asked me what was wrong, and I reminded her I had triplets, she must not have known and laughed. So she had to go and get more cables and wires to hook me up to. While I was being monitored and waiting for the good word from the doctor or the nurses my mom finally walked in. I was so happy to see her. We tried calling Cisco and told him what was going on. With it being a Saturday night they were busy and he was going to get out of work as soon as he could and wanted to make sure that my mom or myself was keeping him updated with what was going on that way he could leave sooner if need be. <br /><br />The nurses came in with a big needle and said to roll over...well since the babies were preterm I needed to get a steroid shot so that it would help develop their little lungs should they need to be delivered early. <br /><br />A few hours later they moved me into a labor and delivery room and kept me hooked up to wires. A doctor finally showed up (unfortunately for me it wasn't my doctor) and was monitoring me and seeing if I was dialated (which would have been bad news) and checking the babies heartbeat. It was the worst feeling with my water being broke, I had to go pee all the time and I know that the only reason wasn't because of carrying the girls. I just felt like I was going without wanting to since I was leaking so much. Plus, being on my back made me so sick and nearly passing out. Horrible I tell you.<br /><br />At about 11 or 11:30 that night Cisco came walking through the door, but was funny was how fast he came through the door, like he was racing to be first. My mom and I sent him home to get nice and comfy since he would be spending the night on the in room couch. <br /><br />It was a restless night, nurses in the room every 3 hours like clock work. Feeling like I was constantly wet and leaking, thirsty, doctor coming in to check on the babies heartbeats, and just uncomforatable in general. I was so thankful when I was able to get up out of bed to go to the bathroom, minus unhooking from everything and making sure I didn't trip on everything I was pulling with me. Cisco was wonderful, he would wake up to help or check on me to see if everything was ok.<br /><br />I was so hoping that this would be a fast process...Ms. Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06787214353085380347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62050197202731744.post-46329724547211714492011-03-27T23:26:00.000-07:002011-03-27T23:55:39.835-07:00September 11, 2010...Our wedding day. I was about 6 months pregnant with triplets and I definately looked like it.<br /><br />It was a beautiful day. We had an awesome suite at The Signature at MGM, two right next to each other, one for the boys and one for the girls. However, the girls suite was bigger and much much better, top floor, balcony you could walk out on, huge bathroom, small kitchen. It was perfect for all the company we had in our room that day. <br /><br />Waking up that morning, I was excited but not as much as I thought, I think I was more nervous. I was nervous that no one would be on time for the hair dresser, the make up and most importantly getting dressed and out the door. The hairdresser was on her way and guess what...no one was there but me and my kids. Cisco had gone to pick up the photographer and get Anthony's little tux...I called him freaking out about how my mom hadn't shown up yet and neither had any of my brides maids. It was horrible. I was ready to throw in the towel right at that moment. Right when I got off the phone with him a knock at the door...my mom had shown up. Thank God!<br /><br />Then everyone else pretty much started streaming through the doors. Lunch was delivered by my wonderful bridesmaids and their husbands, it was such a laid back afternoon in the room. I loved it. No stress, no crying, no worrying. It was great. We all walked down to the salon to get our makeup done and that was great too...except for when we had to practically run back to the room to get dressed so we wouldn't be late for the limo. I was worried about how I looked, I just felt huge. I know I was pregnant with triplets but still, you are supposed to be all skinny and fabulous in your wedding dress.<br /><br />The only time during the whole day I wanted to cry before my wedding was when we were getting off the freeway which was right next to my venue. Thanks to my bridesmaids talking so much the feeling fleeted right away. Getting out of the car it was non stop. The photographer started snapping right away and the videographer did the same. It was a great experience the whole way around. I think the worst part before the wedding was when I was left all alone in the dressing room. I was left there with my nerves and anxiety...it was horrible!<br /><br />The wedding coordinator came into the room and told me that it was time. I was the last one to go outside. I stood in the door way and I could see the whole procession take off, one of those people being my husband to be. Someone that I hadn't seen all day and all I saw was the back of his head. I was so scared I would fall, or cry to the point of ruining my make up something. <br /><br />With my dad on one side and my step-dad on the other side I walked down the aisle toward my fiance. I didn't fall, I nearly cried, but I made it to his side. As I walked up to him my dad had stepped on my very long veil and pulled my head back...it was pretty funny. I stepped forward again and took my fiance's hand. We listened to our pastor as he told us things that were important in being husband and wife, he recited passages to us, he helped us through our vows and he assisted us and Anthony and Olivia in lighting our unity candle bringing us together as one family. As we exchanged our rings and eventually sealing our commitment with a kiss the only tears that were shed from near by were those of our children. <br /><br />We walked back up the aisle hand in hand, finally husband and wife. When coming to the rest area after the ceremony Anthony was crying so hard it was difficult to understand him, let alone trying to console him. Anthony crying made Olivia cry and then it was just a matter of settling them down so we could do pictures.<br /><br />After doing all the photos it was time to party hard. That part was going to be a challenge for me, but I was willing to give it a try. I didn't eat dinner since I was so very sick to my stomach, but I was able to drink water and dance until I just couldn't dance any longer. When the cake cutting came up that was hard, I thought I may have needed a moment for that only because I didn't think I would get through it without being sick again. I did, but I didn't even get to taste my own wedding cake...that was such a shame. <br /><br />Everyone told me to enjoy your day because it goes by so fast and it's true. I didn't think that I would believe it, but it's true. Before I knew it, it was time to get in the limo and head back to the hotel. I was ready too, my back hurt, my feet hurt, I had to use the restroom so bad because all night I refused to go since it was such a hassle with my dress and everything. When we got back to the room I nearly gave Cisco a pair of scissors to take me out of that dress so I could run to the bathroom. After that all I wanted to do was get into the giant jacuzzi tub and soak. When I went to bed that night I was hoping that I would sleep until 3pm...but I couldn't because we were heading out for our very close to home honeymoon that was ordered...Ms. Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06787214353085380347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62050197202731744.post-65665088208902373702011-03-26T02:56:00.000-07:002011-03-26T03:15:44.551-07:00Now What...So the news of three was out. Our older kids Anthony and Olivia had mixed reviews. Anthony was kind of happy when he found out about one. But when two came along he threw a bit of a tantrum (he was 11 at the time) and then when three were discovered...good luck. It took a whole lot of convincing that he would still be loved, he would still have one on one time with me and dad and most importantly that he wouldn't be forgotten. After all of this was done and said, then he fell into it a bit better. Olivia on the other hand was excited with each discovered baby, there was no tantrums from our 12 year old. I think she was so excited about our babies coming so that she could help and most importantly probably hold them for hours at a time.<br /><br />So now what, we knew about the three...we talked to each of the kids, the usual, "you know when the babies come things will be different right?" and then there was the wedding planning that was still getting underway.<br /><br />Yes, that is right. When finding out about our babies we were in the middle of planning the much awaited function of the century. After 10 years my love had finally asked me to marry him on Thanksgiving 2009. So we were, or I was anyway, busy planning the wedding of my dreams. But now I had to factor in the fact that I was going to be VERY pregnant by the time the wedding came. I had already bought my dress, I had been going to the gym like a mad woman so that when the time for the fitting came along I would be able to size down my dress, bought the shoes (which seemed like a joke after I thought about how big I was going to get), and the plane tickets for the honeymoon were already booked.<br /><br />Well now, I had to take my dress that I loved with all my heart back to the bridal store and trade in the same one for a bigger size (I called it my Orca dress), find new shoes (I decided on a cute pair of flip flop sandals, since heels would be out of the question), and after speaking to the doctor I knew that going to Florida for the Disneyworld trip of my dreams was going to be a far far away dream that was going to take many more years to achieve.<br /><br />I had to definately do my prioritizing. Wedding first, babies later. It was all going to be back to back so I was going to be very busy. <br /><br />Wedding being the priority was a must but very difficult. I was tired all of the time and sick sick sick. I couldn't keep anything down. Crackers...nope. Toast...nope. I could barely hold down water. It was such a struggle to go to work every night. The only good thing was that I sat behind a desk and was practically alone all night. I planned my wedding in between sleeping, eating and throwing up. Sometimes it never seemed as if it would get done, but slowly it did.<br /><br />We slowly began getting ready for babies too during it all, our den that had pretty much started being a room for the kids as well as us to store things into was going to be the nursery, with some handy help from my dad, brother and husband. The room was an open space upstairs that needed a wall and a door to be enclosed, so there was some work to be done there.<br /><br />I swore with the stress of it all I thought I would go into labor, but my doctor was just amazed at each appointment of my "Cervex of Steel"...the cervex you never see in multiples practically. I was just so proud I thought I should have the picture framed or something, he bragged to the assistants about it all the time, I thought I should start charging!<br /><br />So as the summer started to pass and grew bigger with each day my anxiety would begin to mount more and more. I had a bad experience with delivering Anthony and I just knew that delivering these babies wouldn't be much of a cake walk either. I was also worried about the wedding. This was something that I had plastered in my head for years and years and now I had three other people to take into account...Ms. Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06787214353085380347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62050197202731744.post-68306868700725791672011-03-24T18:08:00.000-07:002011-03-24T18:30:59.326-07:00In The Beginning...And in the beginning there was one...then two...then three. Natural triplets. How in the hell does that happen and how does it happen when there is no history and no miracle drugs. "One in a million" that's what Cisco says anyway, I think it's smaller, but either way it's a big number. <br /><br />We had the first doctors appointment on May 5, 2010 and then saw Catherine. After a long long while of trying for a baby we were finally going to have one and we saw the tiny beginnings of our baby. So very tiny and small growing bigger every day. The doctor said everything looked great and he would see us back in two weeks. <br /><br />Two weeks later he wanted to check in on Catherine to see how she was growing. Well the ultrasound machine that he was using didn't pick up a clear enough image so we needed to use the bigger and better machine in another room. The technician was looking and moving around and tells us, "Well they both have good heartbeats". "What do you mean two?" that was our reaction. She looked at us wondering why we were surprised. I think it occurred to her that we didn't know about the two until just then. She confirmed again, pointed them out and then proceeded to go and get the doctor. Shock and disbelief filled our faces. She gave us a little picture of Catherine and right next to her was Cecilia. The doctor said that I needed to come back in another two weeks so that he could see how the babies were progressing. I called my mom the minute we left the doctors office because I was so excited and I just still couldn't believe that I had two little babies growing inside my belly. She didn't believe me so much that she drove up to our house to look at the pictures. <br /><br />Well two more weeks went by and so did another doctors appointment. Cisco couldn't go to this one since he had to work, so I went solo. Just a small check up on the little babies to see how they were developing. I laid down on the table and let the tech do her thing. She looked around, baby A was doing well with a nice strong heartbeat. Baby B was growing, she looked a little smaller but she had a good heartbeat and was growing since the last time she checked in on her. Upon looking around my belly more she said she saw another baby. She moved the little wand around and said that she indeed saw another heartbeat. "You are joking" was all I could get out. "You cannot be serious" was the other. It was just too hard to believe. I was trying to get used to the thought of two babies, and now this woman was telling me that I had three hanging out in there. I've never seen someone run out of the room to fetch a doctor so fast. He couldn't believe it either. I had to be seen by a high risk doctor as well as him so that I could be monitored closer. When leaving the room and waiting for the phone number all the nurses were so excited and happy for me. They told the doctor that he wasn't allowed to send me into that room anymore. It seemed that every time he did they found another baby. I told them not to worry because I wasn't going to be going in there any more either! They printed out another picture of all three babies and right above Catherine and Cecilia was little Charlie. <br /><br />I went to my car, cried in disbelief, cried in misery, cried thinking about how my life was over, cried wondering how I was going to fit into the wedding dress that I just bought with triplets. After crying I took a picture of the ultrasound and sent it to Cisco with the message..."CALL ME NOW!!!" It didn't take long to get a phone call back. "What the hell?" was what I remember him saying. I told him the story in the doctors office and after that there wasn't too much more to be said, we were having three babies and he was at work when he heard so he had sit and think about that all night. That must have been fun....Ms. Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06787214353085380347noreply@blogger.com0