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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!

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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!

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