12.19.09: Rice cereal


(left to right: fiona, daphne, stella)

After several days with little success 'eating' carrots (but tons of success getting them on everything), we decided to step back and try rice cereal. Apparently, this is the normal first food as it is heavily diluted with milk and basically tastes like nothing (although Brant nor I have tried it). I am happy to report that rice cereal is white and leaves no orange residue - which I am still finding throughout the house. This left me to ponder, is it bad if they just eat rice cereal forever? We put Grandma to work shortly upon arrival.



I am happy to report that I completed the girls' stockings just in time for Christmas. I'm not sure that anything will really fit into them, but they coordinate with the ones my sister made Brant and I back in 2003. This is a picture of our mantel decorated for the holidays. We actually have a fireplace for the first time. Yes, that's right - we didn't have one in Boston or Chicago (where it would have been used all the time) but instead we have one in LA - where the sun always shines and the winter temperatures are in the 60s.

12.17.09: Lunch date


(front to back: daphne, fiona, stella)

Today was so beautiful out you would never know it was December. It was in the 70's so the girls and I went to have lunch with Brant. For all those experiencing that thing they call 'winter' I just wanted to let you know that I wore a short sleeve shirt and the girls needed their sunhats (which MAY be a bit too small). I didn't know December could ever feel this way.

12.12.09: Carrots?!?

Today was a special day for the girls full of firsts. After our morning nap (yes, that's right we are still successfully taking naps - insert my big grin here) we got the girls all dressed up in the holiday attire and into the car. Then we drove directly to the.........pediatrician's office. I know, mean huh. Well the girls are now over the six month minimum to get the flu shots and we were not about to wait any longer. At least wearing a dress made it easier to get the shots, no undressing needed.


(fiona/green, daphne/blue, stella/red)

After this painful excursion, we headed straight to Santa. My MOMs group hosts a breakfast with Santa where families of multiples can get pictures. It was wonderful. While I didn't really anticipate being in the picture, reflecting later I realized that it was probably unrealistic for Santa to hold our trio alone. It was wonderful to get an entire family portrait as those are harder to come by in the chaos that is our home most days.


(left to right: fiona, daphne, stella)

After returning home and another nap (yes, time for our afternoon nap) we awoke to our first food attempt. I say 'attempt' very intentionally. After much debate about which food to attempt first, we decided on carrots. Our pediatrician said to start with the orange/yellow foods (contrary to most people who advise to start with veggies over fruit). Since we have heard both philosophies on the best food to start with we decided that an orange veggie (carrots) met both schools of thought. I anticipated feeding taking a while, but instead we were done in about five minutes. The girls still aren't super into sitting up for very long and were not digging the carrots or eating idea at all. It was hilarious to watch but probably a bit traumatic for them. Oh well, we keep trying and eventually they will catch on. For now we know that they like to blow raspberries when we try to feed them.

12.11.09: Six months old


(left to right: fiona, daphne, stella)

Today the girls turned six months old. This month they are wearing some of my favorite sleepers that probably won't fit next month (Fiona/flowers, Daphne/green stripes, Stella/strawberries). They continue to roll all over the place and army crawl a bit. They have learned to grab toys with both hands and LOVE to stand up and jump when held. They are also working on holding their own bottles now that they have significantly better hand/eye coordination.

When taking photos everyone was very calm which was a welcome surprise. After the photo shoot ended I left the girls in the walkway for some more mirror time while I cleaned up the bottles. I heard a crazy scream and turned to see that Fiona had gotten a hold of Daphne's hair and was not letting go. Since I had the camera right there, I just had to capture this shot before separating the girls and comforting Daphne. What a terrible mother, wanting to take a picture while my daughter is in pain. I know, I know - insert guilt here. Poor Daphne, Fiona and Stella don't even have enough hair yet to get her revenge, I guess she will have to settle for licking them for now.


(left to right: fiona, daphne, stella)

Brant suggested that Fiona looks like she is pointing to the camera/me and saying 'You're next'. Uh oh.

As an attempt to show their independence on their half-birthday, Fiona (purple) and Daphne (hearts) decided to feed themselves - we don't need you anymore mom. Thankfully Stella (brown) still needs some help.







Now, your reward for reading to the end of this post. I THINK Daphne was playing peek-a-boo with me. She would cover her face with a blanket and then pull it down. You be the judge.

12.8.09: Practice sitting


(left to right: Stella, Daphne, Fiona)

Our triplet feeding table arrived. The girls aren't really into sitting yet, so before we start food this weekend we 'practiced' sitting at the table with some toys. The result, about a 5 minute tolerance. Hmmm feeding could be difficult.

12.7.09: Detour


(left to right: stella, fiona, daphne)

Somehow my mom convinced Kelly Boy that the quickest way to drive from Seattle to Phoenix was through LA. However this negotiation took place, it meant that Kelly Boy got to meet the girls and my mom was able to hang out for a couple days (unfortunately for her, but fantastic for us, this was during the girls sleep training). Coincidentally in the past couple weeks the girls had begun to explore Brant's facial hair enjoying this spiking texture. So, when Kelly Boy arrived with his full mustache, the girls couldn't stop staring. It was really cute.

12.6.09: Sleep training

I am often asked what a typical day is like with newborn triplets and I realized as the girls get older, schedules change. My favorite question is 'How do you do it?' and my response is always 'My husband and I are a team and we don't know any different.' We are blessed to have these healthy girls and will do what it takes to nurture them as well as we can. As we approach celebrating six months with our girls, I thought it was appropriate to reflect on our schedule thus far:

Feeding:

Within the first month of everyone being home we had the girls on a strict four hour feeding schedule - 7, 11, 3, 7, 11, 3 (thanks to the NICU who initiated this schedule). This meant that Brant and I (and anyone else who was staying with us or lived near us) woke up at least once in the middle of the night for the hour long feeding. Yes, it takes two people nearly an hour to feed/change all three babies.

In the past month, we have kept with the four hour schedule during the day time but instead of waking up the girls to feed them at 3am, we let them wake us up. It is not always the funnest way to wake up to a screaming baby but often it meant that Brant and I would get an extra hour of sleep. When someone woke up, we wake up the other two girls and feed everyone. There is no way to sustain a feed-on-demand schedule for triplets - you would never quit feeding, NEVER.

Sleeping:

When spending time in the NICU, it is always daytime. The lights are always on and often tests/procedures are done during the nighttime when there are the fewest visitors. So when you bring your babies home from the NICU, you often have to reverse the sleeping pattern and begin to slowly turn the lights down when it is nighttime. While we encouraged the girls to sleep at night, they often woke up in search of their binkies or a snack. For the first couple months, we basically had someone sleep with the girls and took shifts assisting when needed. By the time we got to CA, the girls began to sleep in their own room and we no longer had an on-call person. Instead Brant or I would get up and assist when needed.

Eventually Brant and I split up the night because the need of binkies and snacks was too frequent. Before the 3am feeding I would get up for each cry and after Brant would - remember there are three babies, that's three times the amount of crying too. While the idea of this was that one of us could get a straight three hours of sleep at some point during the night, we were still very exhausted.

As for napping the girls did it whenever, wherever and however frequently they desired. When alone with the girls during the day, I found that I could handle two girls ok, but three girls (especially when upset) was very difficult. So this is why I never initiated a nap time. I preferred the idea of random nappings as it usually meant someone was asleep. Of course, this meant that from the time I woke up until the time we put them to bed, it was non-stop babies.

Pumping:

Since the girls were born and I was trying to produce enough milk for three babies (who were too small to nurse), I pumped every three hours for about a half hour. Unfortunately the girls never took to nursing, they got too used to bottles - thus began my long term relationship with my pump. This continued until about August when I changed to pumping every four hours to be timed nicely with the girls eating every four hours. While this adjustment allowed me to sleep a bit more, it was difficult for me to be alone with the girls as I had to keep them calm and happy while pumping. Keeping three babies calm is a big task, even more so with limited hand availability.

In October, I was convinced to cut down on my pumping (especially after Brant pointed out that I had produced enough milk to fill a 50 gallon garbage can in just four months). I was beginning to go crazy - it was time. I spent so many hours a day pumping and feeding babies that I wasn't able to have as much 'play time' as I would have liked. I spent at least three hours a day pumping + all the time for bottle/pumping supply preparation/storage which doesn't count the time to actually feed the babies. I gave the girls four good months of 5/6 milk and 1/6 formula per day and they were growing well with (thankfully) no health issues.

Eventually I cut back to pumping three times a day for 20 minutes - it feels like a world of difference as I gained a good two hours back each and every day. It meant that I only had to balance two babies on a jumbo boppy pillow and one in a bouncer chair while pumping ONCE a day when Brant was working. This balancing act was beginning to get to be more challenging as the girls started to like rolling and squirming around. The girls were getting about 4/6 milk and 2/6 formula - not too bad considering their mom was a bit more sane.

Then my world changed forever:

When meeting with our pediatrician she alerted us of the need to sleep train the girls. Apparently it is around this time (4-6 months) that babies can begin to 'control' the situation. She warned us that we needed to get control of sleeping and napping now. If we waited too much longer, it would take weeks to train the girls rather than days. That is all we needed to hear, our ears perked up. I couldn't continue on getting up several times in the night and getting so little sleep and neither could Brant. So after a big discussion and even more anxiety we initiated this 'training'. We knew they would be too young to remember it now and wanted to get it over with as quickly as possible. So what is sleep training? Well I guess there are several ways to do it, but we went with the quick and dirty method. Decide on a schedule (based on the suggestion of our pediatrician) and implement. The girls would sleep from midnight until 7am - no 3am feeding.

The next step in our 'training' was establishing nap times. Our pediatrician pointed out that if the girls were in daycare they would have two 2-hour naps a day. Previously, I honestly had no idea who was napping how much, I was just thankful when everyone was calm. The idea of a nap time (let alone two) sounded dreamy. I thought to myself: I get two breaks during the day? I can shower every day? I can eat with both hands? I can go to the bathroom without someone screaming? These were all foreign concepts to me unless we had company in town helping.

Once we initiated nap time, my world changed for good - there is no going back now. I am now able to pump during their afternoon nap without juggling any babies. I don't even know what to do with myself. Sometimes, I watch tv and sometimes I just sit and enjoy the quiet time. Don't get me wrong, it wasn't easy. There was crying - a lot of crying. One night Brant even found me in the closet sitting on the floor crying, because I felt so horrible about letting the girls cry. I swore I would never let the girls just 'cry it out' but our pediatrician assured us that no trauma would be inflicted on the girls. It took all we had to get through the first week. Thankfully, as I write this we are past week one and things are definitely getting better. There is still crying, but it is much less. The girls seem to like the structure and seem ready for their naps when they are due (which does not mean they enjoy the two hour long nap time). There is still some whining the first ten minutes of napping/bedtime but typically this whining subsides. With this new structure our awake time is much more intense, but I have the energy for it because I am not nearly as burnt out. Quality time over quantity of time. The main reward besides sanity and downtime I get from this schedule is the gigantic grin I get from each girl when naptime is over. It is something I cherish. Those big smiles make it all worth while.

No complaints, no looking back. In the past six months, we did what we needed to and we are glad that we did. Now we start a new chapter which involves more structure and thankfully more sleep. This is one huge advantage to having our family all at once, we are done with the early months forever.

12.4.09: You look gorgeous


I have previously mentioned how Daphne loves to lick everything (and everyone) with a personal preference for freckles. While changing Fiona, I looked down to see Daphne in the mirrored closet hallway licking herself. I couldn't stop laughing. Note to self, clean the mirrors :)


Fiona loves playing with her board books, even turning the pages sometimes. Clearly she is already speed reading - or at least this picture looks that way.


Stella was modelling her new seasonal hat. This hat MAY have been washed in an inappropriate manner which turned the white rim into pink. Luckily, this red and (newly) pink hat looks wonderful on our girls.

12.3.09: Derivations of chunk

Today the girls had their 6 month checkup and they are doing great. We are well within the normal range for a baby girl of full gestation - a huge accomplishment for our babies who arrived six weeks early. Our pediatrician was thrilled with their growth.

Stella: 13lbs 9oz, 25" (birth: 4lbs 9oz, 17.25")
Fiona: 14lbs 0oz, 25.5" (birth: 4lbs 13oz, 18.75")
Daphne: 15lbs 2oz, 26.5" (birth: 4lbs 14oz, 18")

We are going to start solids (well really ' runny mush') soon. I can't believe it is already food time. We even bought a special table with three seats cut out instead of having three separate highchairs (less to clean too).

I can't believe the girls have almost tripled in size already. When your babies start of extremely small, you celebrate every ounce gained. You count the number of days it takes to get up to a normal birth weight. If you held our babies around their birth, then you know how small they were. You can definitely see in the pictures. Well lately Brant and I have been loving how heavy the girls are getting. We have lovingly come up with nicknames to cheer them on when they do a good job eating: Stella 'Little Chunk', Fiona 'Chunk' and Daphne 'Super Chunk'. I realize these names could be insulting to most children, but for our babies we celebrate each chubby check, extra chin, any and all plumpness that they acquire.

12.2.09: One year ago



It was one year ago today that Brant and I first saw three tiny blinking dots (aka heartbeats) in the ultrasound. What a wild and crazy year it has been.