Feeds:
Posts
Comments

Archive for September, 2007

I wish I had the energy to make a real post with more actual content, but I don’t. Suffice it to say, I’m still mooing, and it’s astounding how much energy that takes. Yesterday I produced over a pint of milk and I continued to be disproportionately proud of this accomplishment. I am ridiculously fascinated with my breasts these days, which is slightly embarrassing, but hey, everyone else seems fascinated by them too, so I may as well have some fun, right? The best part is that I’ve even gotten to actually nurse all three babies since Sunday (actually I didn’t start with Abby until Monday), and they’re little champs doing really well. I only nurse them once a day, but when I do, my production goes way up afterward, which only adds fuel to the fire of my fascination. Moo, I say proudly. Moo. Anyway, all that pumping and feeding and such keeps me mighty exhausted. And hungry. Like seriously starving. I’ve never been so hungry in my entire life. After six months of not being able to keep any food down, this is a fascinating (and liberating) turn of events.

The babies are doing great. Ellie is off her TPN and doesn’t even have her IV anymore. Little Mr. Smiley will be soon. And even Abby should be off hers by the end of the week. They are all perfect little fighters. There’s lots more to say, but like I said, I’m exhausted beyond belief, so I’ll leave you with a couple quick pictures. Oh, and to the anonymous commenter who doesn’t even have the nerve to identify herself with so much as initials… I’m finding your insight endlessly amusing and my husband finds it to be entirely entertaining, so bring it on. It won’t change anything, and I don’t know why it should have come as a shock to you or anything. I’ve never hidden the fact that I’m a sheitel-wearing, halacha-observing, frum, traditional, though admittedly on the modern side, Orthodox Jew. But still, I find your quixotic enthusiasm cute and well, I could use a laugh right now. It helps keep me awake for the endless pumping in the middle of the night. Like I said, Moo.

On to pictures:

This was me two days post-partum, cuddling my beautiful Ellie-bellie. She’s such a beauty, even if she does cross her eyes a lot. I find this absolutely endearing, even though I know it’s just something preemies do a lot… I crossed my eyes as a kid (and in fact still see double) and had four eye surgeries to correct the muscle disparity between my eyes. While I don’t wish that on my child, her crossed eyes still make me smile.

Here’s our beautiful Abby-saurus. When she was born she had a ridge in her skull which has already smoothed out, but it was adorable and made her look like a little dinosaur, hence the name, Abby-saurus. Here’s Abby snoozing in her father’s hands. She’s so tiny and delicate. She definitely lives up to her name… her father’s joy and comfort. He may not realize it, but my husband is especially protective of her, and I suspect it’s entirely subconscious based solely on the fact that she’s so tiny. He adores all three and pays lots of attention to all of them, but you can see the way he curls his hands around her that he feels the need to protect her from the world just a tiny bit more. It’s neat to watch.

Here are our handsome little man and Ellie together in my lap. They are beautiful, aren’t they? And I get that I’m biased, but nurses in the NICU who aren’t assigned to our babies make a point to pull us aside just to tell us how beautiful our babies are. I love how our little man can just sleep absolutely anywhere. Nothing was going to disturb his nap that night!

Last, but definitely not least, here’s our trio together, for the first time since the OR. They are amazing. It was thrilling to hold all three at once! I can’t believe they are ALL MINE! What fun!

Advertisements

Read Full Post »

I wish I had the energy to make a real post with more actual content, but I don't. Suffice it to say, I'm still mooing, and it's astounding how much energy that takes. Yesterday I produced over a pint of milk and I continued to be disproportionately proud of this accomplishment. I am ridiculously fascinated with my breasts these days, which is slightly embarrassing, but hey, everyone else seems fascinated by them too, so I may as well have some fun, right? The best part is that I've even gotten to actually nurse all three babies since Sunday (actually I didn't start with Abby until Monday), and they're little champs doing really well. I only nurse them once a day, but when I do, my production goes way up afterward, which only adds fuel to the fire of my fascination. Moo, I say proudly. Moo. Anyway, all that pumping and feeding and such keeps me mighty exhausted. And hungry. Like seriously starving. I've never been so hungry in my entire life. After six months of not being able to keep any food down, this is a fascinating (and liberating) turn of events.

The babies are doing great. Ellie is off her TPN and doesn't even have her IV anymore. Little Mr. Smiley will be soon. And even Abby should be off hers by the end of the week. They are all perfect little fighters. There's lots more to say, but like I said, I'm exhausted beyond belief, so I'll leave you with a couple quick pictures. Oh, and to the anonymous commenter who doesn't even have the nerve to identify herself with so much as initials… I'm finding your insight endlessly amusing and my husband finds it to be entirely entertaining, so bring it on. It won't change anything, and I don't know why it should have come as a shock to you or anything. I've never hidden the fact that I'm a sheitel-wearing, halacha-observing, frum, traditional, though admittedly on the modern side, Orthodox Jew. But still, I find your quixotic enthusiasm cute and well, I could use a laugh right now. It helps keep me awake for the endless pumping in the middle of the night. Like I said, Moo.

On to pictures:

This was me two days post-partum, cuddling my beautiful Ellie-bellie. She's such a beauty, even if she does cross her eyes a lot. I find this absolutely endearing, even though I know it's just something preemies do a lot… I crossed my eyes as a kid (and in fact still see double) and had four eye surgeries to correct the muscle disparity between my eyes. While I don't wish that on my child, her crossed eyes still make me smile.

Here's our beautiful Abby-saurus. When she was born she had a ridge in her skull which has already smoothed out, but it was adorable and made her look like a little dinosaur, hence the name, Abby-saurus. Here's Abby snoozing in her father's hands. She's so tiny and delicate. She definitely lives up to her name… her father's joy and comfort. He may not realize it, but my husband is especially protective of her, and I suspect it's entirely subconscious based solely on the fact that she's so tiny. He adores all three and pays lots of attention to all of them, but you can see the way he curls his hands around her that he feels the need to protect her from the world just a tiny bit more. It's neat to watch.

Here are our handsome little man and Ellie together in my lap. They are beautiful, aren't they? And I get that I'm biased, but nurses in the NICU who aren't assigned to our babies make a point to pull us aside just to tell us how beautiful our babies are. I love how our little man can just sleep absolutely anywhere. Nothing was going to disturb his nap that night!

Last, but definitely not least, here's our trio together, for the first time since the OR. They are amazing. It was thrilling to hold all three at once! I can't believe they are ALL MINE! What fun!

Read Full Post »

I’m still alive! I’m here and well! I have a minute because I’m here attached to a breast pump, which seems to be my fate in life for the next while… at least until the babies come home (and then, hopefully, I’ll just be attached to them forever). Moo. There are so many overwhelming details of the last few days that I can’t possibly summarize them except to say, “Wow.” It is utterly (udderly?) amazing to be thinking of my three babies with actual names and faces now. They are actual little people, not just tiny little parasites anymore!

What’s that you say? Did I mention… names?

Well, the girls have names. Officially even. Our beautiful boy has part of a name, but we’re not disclosing it quite yet. This won’t make sense to some of you and others of you are saying, “well, of course not!” So let me explain. Jewish boys are given their names officially at their bris (circumcision), which generally speaking is 8 days after birth, or as soon as medically possible after that if medical reasons preclude a bris at 8 days. For families giving their children very different English and Hebrew names, sometimes they still immediately name their boys with an English name, but halachically (that is, according to Jewish law), a child’s “official” name is the one bestowed upon him at his bris. Does that make any sense? In our case, we’re not giving a completely different English name, so we’re not telling. Yet.

Girls are a different story. Girls can be named in the synagogue as early as the next time the Torah is read in the morning services. Torah is read on Mondays, Thursdays, and Saturdays. Even better, the girls don’t have to be present to be given their names… nor does the mother. The father simply announces the name in a special bracha (blessing/prayer) before a portion of the Torah is read. So the girls could have been named as early as Thursday, and they would have been except that I had a miserable, horrible, awful night Wednesday night/Thursday morning and ended up calling my husband in hysterical tears at 6am on Thursday and he came to the hospital to be with me and to speak with a nurse manager instead. That’s part of the longer delivery and post-partum story which I’ll put together in the next few days, but is relevant here only as explanation for why the girls didn’t get named on Thursday, even though we did pick their names (FINALLY! Seriously, we were entirely nameless until the night before the surgery). So they didn’t receive their names until Saturday, which was, conveniently, also Yom Kippur. The holiest day on the Jewish calendar. An auspicious day, to say the least, to receive your name.

So yes, our girls have names. Have I teased you long enough?

Our beautiful Baby C, our tiny one, currently weighing in at two and a half pounds, is Avigayil (Abigail) Nechama. We’ll call her Abby. Avigayil, or Abigail, means My Father’s Joy and Nechama means Comfort. She may have caused all the trouble that led us to having to deliver quickly, but she is her father’s joy and comfort … trust me… you should see him with her. They are amazing together. I know some of you are wondering how to pronounce Nechama, and it’s hard to spell phonetically, but I’ll tell you that the “ch” is pronounced like the “ch” in “Loch Ness Monster”, not like the “ch” in “charm”. It’s a Hebrew name.

And our gorgeous baby B, our biggest baby right now at three and a half pounds, is Eliana Miriam. We’ll call her Ellie. Eliana means My God has Answered. As you know, we prayed for a child. I, specifically, prayed for a singleton. God answered “No” to my request for a singleton… in triplicate. He was right. I was wrong. They are so worth it. Every last miserable second of this pregnancy was worth these precious angels. My God did, indeed, answer every one of my prayers with these beautiful, perfect babies. We chose the middle name “Miriam” less for the meaning and more because she is a strong and beautiful Biblical character, just as we know that our Ellie is strong and beautiful. Look what she’s already accomplished, after all.

And our beautiful boy will receive his name when he is ready, but for now I’ll call him Smiley, because he smiles all the time, and because he brings smiles to our faces every day.

I cannot begin to tell each of you how much your kind words and thoughts have meant to me. Shelby and Desiree came to visit me before I delivered when I was in the hospital and came bearing gifts on behalf of the DC infertility blogging crew, which was absolutely amazing of them. I am overwhelmed with the love and support which has come from each and every one of you, local and far, anonymous and named. I’ve written back to some of you, but not others, which has been mostly a function of time and energy (and availability of email addresses), not a function of how much your words have affected me. I love each and every one of you. I cried and cried when I saw Jessica’s slide show (my husband downloaded it for me so I could see it in the hospital and I called her bawling) and I saw that many of you cried right along with me. I’m still crying just thinking of it.

There is a lot more to tell and many more pictures to post, but I’m done pumping (MOO!) and I’m exhausted (go figure), so those things will have to wait for another free moment (don’t worry… I pump a LOT). I love you guys. Thank you. Really. For everything.

Read Full Post »

I'm still alive! I'm here and well! I have a minute because I'm here attached to a breast pump, which seems to be my fate in life for the next while… at least until the babies come home (and then, hopefully, I'll just be attached to them forever). Moo. There are so many overwhelming details of the last few days that I can't possibly summarize them except to say, "Wow." It is utterly (udderly?) amazing to be thinking of my three babies with actual names and faces now. They are actual little people, not just tiny little parasites anymore!

What's that you say? Did I mention… names?

Well, the girls have names. Officially even. Our beautiful boy has part of a name, but we're not disclosing it quite yet. This won't make sense to some of you and others of you are saying, "well, of course not!" So let me explain. Jewish boys are given their names officially at their bris (circumcision), which generally speaking is 8 days after birth, or as soon as medically possible after that if medical reasons preclude a bris at 8 days. For families giving their children very different English and Hebrew names, sometimes they still immediately name their boys with an English name, but halachically (that is, according to Jewish law), a child's "official" name is the one bestowed upon him at his bris. Does that make any sense? In our case, we're not giving a completely different English name, so we're not telling. Yet.

Girls are a different story. Girls can be named in the synagogue as early as the next time the Torah is read in the morning services. Torah is read on Mondays, Thursdays, and Saturdays. Even better, the girls don't have to be present to be given their names… nor does the mother. The father simply announces the name in a special bracha (blessing/prayer) before a portion of the Torah is read. So the girls could have been named as early as Thursday, and they would have been except that I had a miserable, horrible, awful night Wednesday night/Thursday morning and ended up calling my husband in hysterical tears at 6am on Thursday and he came to the hospital to be with me and to speak with a nurse manager instead. That's part of the longer delivery and post-partum story which I'll put together in the next few days, but is relevant here only as explanation for why the girls didn't get named on Thursday, even though we did pick their names (FINALLY! Seriously, we were entirely nameless until the night before the surgery). So they didn't receive their names until Saturday, which was, conveniently, also Yom Kippur. The holiest day on the Jewish calendar. An auspicious day, to say the least, to receive your name.

So yes, our girls have names. Have I teased you long enough?

Our beautiful Baby C, our tiny one, currently weighing in at two and a half pounds, is Avigayil (Abigail) Nechama. We'll call her Abby. Avigayil, or Abigail, means My Father's Joy and Nechama means Comfort. She may have caused all the trouble that led us to having to deliver quickly, but she is her father's joy and comfort … trust me… you should see him with her. They are amazing together. I know some of you are wondering how to pronounce Nechama, and it's hard to spell phonetically, but I'll tell you that the "ch" is pronounced like the "ch" in "Loch Ness Monster", not like the "ch" in "charm". It's a Hebrew name.

And our gorgeous baby B, our biggest baby right now at three and a half pounds, is Eliana Miriam. We'll call her Ellie. Eliana means My God has Answered. As you know, we prayed for a child. I, specifically, prayed for a singleton. God answered "No" to my request for a singleton… in triplicate. He was right. I was wrong. They are so worth it. Every last miserable second of this pregnancy was worth these precious angels. My God did, indeed, answer every one of my prayers with these beautiful, perfect babies. We chose the middle name "Miriam" less for the meaning and more because she is a strong and beautiful Biblical character, just as we know that our Ellie is strong and beautiful. Look what she's already accomplished, after all.

And our beautiful boy will receive his name when he is ready, but for now I'll call him Smiley, because he smiles all the time, and because he brings smiles to our faces every day.

I cannot begin to tell each of you how much your kind words and thoughts have meant to me. Shelby and Desiree came to visit me before I delivered when I was in the hospital and came bearing gifts on behalf of the DC infertility blogging crew, which was absolutely amazing of them. I am overwhelmed with the love and support which has come from each and every one of you, local and far, anonymous and named. I've written back to some of you, but not others, which has been mostly a function of time and energy (and availability of email addresses), not a function of how much your words have affected me. I love each and every one of you. I cried and cried when I saw Jessica's slide show (my husband downloaded it for me so I could see it in the hospital and I called her bawling) and I saw that many of you cried right along with me. I'm still crying just thinking of it.

There is a lot more to tell and many more pictures to post, but I'm done pumping (MOO!) and I'm exhausted (go figure), so those things will have to wait for another free moment (don't worry… I pump a LOT). I love you guys. Thank you. Really. For everything.

Read Full Post »

The Babies are Beautiful…

I am under the weather. I came down with a sore, itchy, nasty, throat last night. I know that Karen doesn’t want to see me that badly… So Seth, the love that he is, didn’t make me wait forever and a day to see the babies. He sent pictures!! 🙂 I put them all into a little slideshow for you all to enjoy…

(note, the direct link to this video is: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pM270–WCrU which I’m posting because I’ve had trouble getting to it otherwise)

Read Full Post »

The Babies are Beautiful…

I am under the weather. I came down with a sore, itchy, nasty, throat last night. I know that Karen doesn't want to see me that badly… So Seth, the love that he is, didn't make me wait forever and a day to see the babies. He sent pictures!! 🙂 I put them all into a little slideshow for you all to enjoy…

(note, the direct link to this video is: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pM270–WCrU which I'm posting because I've had trouble getting to it otherwise)

Read Full Post »

Welcome To The World…

It is my distinct pleasure to introduce to you all with much fanfare…

KAREN’S BABIES!!

Baby Boy ‘A’
Born 9:45ish
Eighteen Inches
Three lbs. Twelve oz.

Baby Girl ‘B’
Born 9:45ish
Seventeen Inches
Three lbs. Twelve oz.

Baby Girl ‘C’
Born 9:45ish
Sixteen Inches
Two lbs. Eleven oz.

After sitting for like, what seemed like fourteen excruciating hours in a chemotherapy treatment room, patiently waiting, with not only my cell phone, but also my husbands cell phone AND my laptop in my lap. I thought I was going to have a ginormous nervous breakdown if I didn’t hear from Seth or Karen herself very soon. Knowing full well that the surgery could have been bumped by somebody of higher importance (who could POSSIBLY be more important though??) I tried to rationalize that all was totally fine. I got home from chemo, got Jonny settled, and my au pair mentions to me that Seth called… OMG. WHAT??!?!?! WHEN!!! WHAT DID HE SAY!?!?!?!?!? She tell me that he really didn’t say much, and that he sounded kind of “bored”(!!!!), not like she would have expected the man who just had three babies to sound. I was utterly LOST. He didn’t leave a MESSAGE?!?!? Nope. No message, just told you to call him. UGH. Did he say if Karen was ok? Nope. Ok. cool.

Proceeded to call Seth. No answer. Called Karen’s old room. No answer. Called The hospital, KAREN WASN’T IN A ROOM YET. (this was at 2pm) This was when the nursing end of me kicked in and freaked out. WHY THE HELL ISN’T SHE IN A ROOM? The operator had NO answer for me. I hung up. Sat on the floor and thought about crying, knew it would do me NO good, and figured I’d try calling Seth ONE more time. He answered. Thank You.
I know he couldn’t hear the panic in my voice, but if it had been Karen, she would’ve laughed at me. Because that whole scenario I just played out for you?? Totally me. It’s completely what I do. And it’s completely what Karen has done to me throughout this entire pregnancy, so I’m not surprised that this is what she did today… She stays calm, I freak out enough for both of us… It’s fine.

Anyway!! The babies!! Karen!! Ahh!! So good!! Perfect even… Seth wasn’t completely positive of the time of birth, so lets just go with a round a bout 945ish eh? He said Dr. Mattias did the delivery, Karen was at ease with having her spinal placed, and as we spoke it was beginning to wear off…The babies were all adorable (of course!) He was only sure that Baby ‘A’ had hair… Not too sure of the others yet… All of them are on supplemental oxygen, TPN through an IV in their belly button, and no really huge interventional stuff right now. Karen was able to see the kiddos in the OR, but has yet to check them out up close. She was still in the PACU due to a lack of beds on the main floor.

I’m still planning on heading up to see everyone tomorrow… I’m hoping to come home with all kinds of fun pictures to share!!

Yay Karen, Seth, & a Huge Congrats to J on becoming a VERY big Brother!! We love you all!!



Read Full Post »

Older Posts »