The end is in sight

I just wanted to post a quick update. I have been home now for about two weeks and things are going great. The babies are still healthy and growing. The next big growth ultrasound will be on June 11th. With the help of family, especially Lisa, I am able to get enough rest so my contractions are minimal.
I would have to say that I think that we are ready for the triplets. My mom and Lisa have done an excellent job of washing and organizing baby clothes, setting up the nursery, and cleaning every baby thing possible. The car seats are even in the van.
It is a good thing that we are ready because the date has been set. My c-section is scheduled for June 18th. I am so excited and very ready to not be pregnant. This has been a long journey with many ups and downs but as they say all good things must come to an end. And believe it or not, we are ready to begin the next phase of our journey. I can’t wait to meet all the little people who have been kicking me for the past few months.

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Good News

I just wanted to let everyone know that I am now at home. That is right, I was discharged. The doctors are very pleased with my progress and the progress of the babies. They really couldn’t find a reason to keep me in the hospital. I am on bed rest here and I am set up with at home contraction monitoring. I will be going to see the doctor twice a week for check ups. Even though, it was scary to leave the hospital I am glad to now be home. I feel good and I know what I need to do to keep these babies inside for another couple of weeks. I am so close to my goal that I know with God’s help I will make it.
Thanks again to everyone for all your love and support. I will still keep you all updated on how things are going. I hope that very soon, we will be announcing the birth of Jake, Quinn and Claire.

Remarkable

First, I want to thank every one for flooding heaven with prayers on behalf of the babies and me. Last week, I was kinda in a funk and crabby. I feel that I lost sight of the good things that are happening around me and what remarkable things the Lord has done for me.
First and foremost, the most remarkable thing that is I am carrying three healthy babies. Although at times it is not fun and can be very uncomfortable, it is still a great blessing. All three babies are doing so well and growing like weeds. Their weights are as follows; Jacob 3 lbs 12 oz, Quinn 4 lbs 1 oz and Claire 3 lbs. I have now passed Hayden’s birth weight. He topped the scales at 10 lbs, 10 oz and I am now carrying 10lbs 13 oz of babies. There is only one words that can be said, remarkable.
The second thing that amazes me is all the love and support that I get from my family and friends. The fact that so many people are out there praying for me and my family. I truly can feel God’s presence and support. Remarkable.
Last but certainly not the end, is the fact that I have been able to carry these babies for 30 weeks with the hopes of going to 34 weeks. I did not realize this significance until Jeff and I visited the Neonatal unit. Everyone we talked with, was so impressed and over joyed that I was 30 weeks. To me it just seemed like another number in my count down but after seeing those tiny babies, I now know how remarkable it is.
I am now going to try and enjoy the ride that this journey is taking me on. I have learned so many things about myself, my husband, my sister and many others. This ride will soon be over and I want to try and see all the remarkable things about it.

Reality Check

Well, today marks 30 weeks. I have made it to my first goal but for some reason I don’t feel much like celebrating. I should be proud that I have made it half way through this journey. The truth is that I feel like I have climbed over the mountain only to see the next mountain. This new mountain looks bigger, scarier, and has more challenges. I don’t know if I can make it.
In one of the devotional book that I have been reading, there is a line that reads, “Never give up. One prayer might not be enough…” It would just be so easy to give up. I don’t know if I want to fight any more.
Physically, things are getting more and more difficult. Simple tasks, like getting up to the bathroom, showering and getting dressed take all the strength I can muster, not to mention balance which I am quickly loosing. The other day I sneezed, just a normal sneeze, and I pulled a muscle on the left side of my belly. From a sneeze, you have got to be kidding me.
Sleeping is now a big joke. It is not an easy task to turn from one side to the other. I wish that I had Jeff’s talent of sleeping in the same spot all night but I don’t. If I stay on one side for too long, it goes numb and tingly. I also get the pleasure of having to pee every couple of hours. I am convinced that the person who installed the toilets on this floor purposely put them lower then needed, just so us pregnant women would have to struggle to get down there. Don’t get me started about trying to get back up. Each night, I pray for just 4 hours of sleep in a row, so far it has only happened once. Now that was a good day.
My abdomen is growing out of control. I have no belly button left. My skin is pulled so tightly that I think that some day it might just rip. I worry if it will ever go back to where it used to be. Unfortunately, I think it won’t so if any one knows a good plastic surgeon, let me know.
The babies are quickly running out of room in there. I am well aware of this because they are constantly pushing on me trying to stretch out. I feel bad for Jacob (baby A). He is so low that in order to get a little relief from his siblings he tries to go even lower. Imagine this constant pressure in the lower pelvic region and you can guess why I am a little cranky. (Any one who has had a baby knows what I am talking about.)
The other major complaint is about food and eating. I hate eating and wish that I didn’t have to. Even a small meals cause major fullness that will last for at least 2 hours. I am so sick of hospital food. I won’t even start about the protein shakes that come twice a day. I am on these shakes because I am not gaining weight as I should and my doctors are convinced that I don’t eat. I would kindly like to remind them that my stomach is squished to the size of a pancake. If they could make more room for my stomach then I would gladly eat everything I see.
Well, I hope that I didn’t change anyone’s mind about getting pregnant. Pregnancy is really cool, I just don’t recommend going for triplets.
Sorry for all the complaints and crabbiness but sometimes a women just needs to vent, especially if that woman is pregnant with triplets. 😉

Haydenisms

I thought with Mother’s Day right around the corner, I would write a little bit about Hayden. Even with life kinda focusing on the triplets, he is still a big part of everything we do. He is now 2 and will be 3 in October. I can’t believe how big he is getting. He is now mister independent.
The other morning, Hayden woke up while Jeff was still in the shower. Hayden was apparently hungry because he went to the pantry got out some Chex Snack mix, a bowl from the drawer and poured himself some. He then went to the table and sat down to eat. When Jeff found him and asked what he was doing, Hayden said,”I have snack, Daddy.” Like duh, I was hungry and you weren’t there so I helped myself.
We think that Hayden has a pretty good idea of whats going on. We talk a lot about the babies and how he is going to be a big brother. He knows that there are three babies in mommy’s tummy. He will now tell any one that will listen, “I a big brother. Two boys and one girl.” The other night, he was up at the hospital with me and we were talking about the babies. He stops and sticks his tummy way out and tells me that he has babies in his tummy too. I asked him how many babies? He said, “Mama have three, Hayden have five and Daddy have six.” I guess in his mind, we are going to have one heck of a family.
This next story is for all you guys out there. I have a bath tub in my room that Hayden loves because it has jets in it. So when he is here at night, we usually let him take a bath. He loves to have the jets running and bubbles in the tub. During this bath, I turned the jets off in preparation for the end of the bath. Hayden suddenly stands up and before I know it begins to pee. He doesn’t stand still to do this. He is moving his hips all around, back and forth, up and down. Well this causes the bubbles to separate in the spot where he peed. After he is finished, he gets this big grin on his face and says, “Look mama, I make turtle.” I guess Jeff doesn’t have to worry about teaching him to write his name in the snow because Hayden will be making turtles.
Most of the time spent with Hayden is spent laughing but he is also the sweetest little boy I know (of course, I am a bit biased). There is nothing in the world like one of his hugs or as he calls them, “mommy squeezes.” And of course, my heart just melts when he runs into my hospital room, jumps on the bed, looks me right in the eye and says, “Love you, mama.”
Every once in a while he will still cuddle with his mama. He is getting bigger but I know that no matter how big he gets there will always be space in my arms for him. Its like that passage from a well known children’s book says, “I’ll like you for always. I’ll love you forever. No matter how big you’ll get by baby you’ll be.”
Happy Mother’s Day!

Red and yellow, black and white…

One of the first things Hayden started learning was colors. I can recall many handfuls of minutes (for that is how we measure time with Hayden) spent quizzing the little guy on his colors. Perhaps his mastery of the palette is responsible for this post.

One day a few weeks ago, Hayden and I were out somewhere public (I think it was the mall) and he saw a group of people standing in the distance. Upon sighting them, he started pointing at them and saying, “Mickey”. I didn’t think much of it at the time, and the only thing I saw about them that was different from anyone else was that they were African American (and I was trying to figure out what that had to do with Mickey Mouse, other than the fact that most of his body is black).

Fast forward to last week when I’m picking up Hayden from daycare. It’s pretty standard for him to go around and tell everyone goodbye. This time, he told one of his teachers, “Bye, Mickey.” Apparently this is what the kids call her and she is of course African American. So a tiny Christmas light goes on in my head and on the way to the hospital, I quizzed him on the skin color of his teachers. It took him a while to figure out what color skin caucasians have (I think we decided on pink), but he came back almost immediately with brown for Mickey, so I’m pretty sure that’s the connection.

Now I’m trying to figure out how to explain to Hayden that not everyone with a darker complexion than him is named Mickey. Were this not the case, a back-of-the envelope calculation suggests that about 99.9% of the world’s population would be named Mickey. This figure excludes Iceland where it would probably be more like 50%. He takes after his daddy, and I’m about as white as they come.

Edit 05/11/2007 – I checked the roster this morning, and the teacher in question is Nikki. Hayden’s Ms and Ns are a little tough to differentiate.

Update from Jen

Well, it is now hospital day 17. I am now 28 weeks and 4 days along. I am still hanging in there. Jeff and Hayden are doing really well. We have all slipped into this new routine. Hayden still comes to see me at least once a day. He likes to come up to the hospital and ride the elevator. He has memorized the path from the car to my room and can almost do it all by himself (of course, Daddy is always close by). Even though the visits can be short, I love the time that I get to spend with Hayden. We color together, do stickers (his favorite activity) and sometimes we watch movies together. I am so thankful to my family for giving me this time each and every day.
Monday was another ultrasound day. Everything is holding stable. There were no changes in my cervical length so that was an answer to prayers. The babies still look great. The next growth ultrasound will be on the 21st of May.
The babies are really active, especially our little girl. She keeps her brothers in line and gets everyone moving. She will start kicking and then it just goes around the belly. Sometimes it feels like they are having a dance party in there and I just happen to be the dance floor.
This truly is an amazing pregnancy and I am very blessed to experience it. I know which baby is which and where they are located. I can feel all their different movements. I am getting excited to meet them but I can wait a little longer.
Love to everyone.
~Jen