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What’s worse than one sick baby? Two sick babies. What’s worse than two sick babies? Three sick babies. Fortunately, we’re not up to three sick babies.

Yet.

But we’re not holding our breath.

Unfortunately, we didn’t realize we had even ONE sick baby until after we were already Jessica’s house. Fortunately, her kids weren’t really exposed to my babies. Unfortunately, both Jessica and her husband Jon were. I hope they don’t get sick. Meanwhile, we’re dealing with poor little babies.


Sam had a 101 degree (farenheit) fever and was screaming bloody murder yesterday. Today it’s lower, but still elevated, and slightly less screaming.


Abby was throwing up and screaming bloody murder, but no fever. She was a pretty miserable baby, poor thing. 😦

A call today to the doctor suggested that they probably have two different viruses, but no need to come rushing in to the doctor just yet, so long as they’re both keeping down fluids and not totally lethargic. So all is well.


Hopefully Ellie will remain not-sick. She was all kinds of happy yesterday and has remained her usual, cheeful self today.

Otherwise, we had a terrific time, as always, out at Jessica’s house. J had a fabulous time running around like a maniac. The best thing about being there is that they have a big house and a big yard where J doesn’t have a lot of “No” in his life, because he is relatively free to run around without fear of getting in the way or making too much noise or knocking things down or any of the things that he runs the risk of in most houses. So he has a fabulous time there every time he goes, despite the fact that he’s a bit older than all of the other kids. Here’s some proof:

Now here’s hoping HE doesn’t get sick EITHER!

Update, mostly for Jessica’s benefit: My friend, A, who is also a pediatrician who shares my distaste for the doctor who was on call today is going to take a look at my kids. She thinks it may actually be a couple ear infections and is annoyed that the doctor didn’t bring them in to take a look today. We’ll see. I am skeptical about the ear infection possibility, but I’m all for having a doctor examine the kiddos just in case.

Updated Again: No ear infections. Just some random virus. A does not believe that it is two separate viruses, though. She thinks that’s a ridiculous theory.

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What's worse than one sick baby? Two sick babies. What's worse than two sick babies? Three sick babies. Fortunately, we're not up to three sick babies.

Yet.

But we're not holding our breath.

Unfortunately, we didn't realize we had even ONE sick baby until after we were already Jessica's house. Fortunately, her kids weren't really exposed to my babies. Unfortunately, both Jessica and her husband Jon were. I hope they don't get sick. Meanwhile, we're dealing with poor little babies.


Sam had a 101 degree (farenheit) fever and was screaming bloody murder yesterday. Today it's lower, but still elevated, and slightly less screaming.


Abby was throwing up and screaming bloody murder, but no fever. She was a pretty miserable baby, poor thing. 😦

A call today to the doctor suggested that they probably have two different viruses, but no need to come rushing in to the doctor just yet, so long as they're both keeping down fluids and not totally lethargic. So all is well.


Hopefully Ellie will remain not-sick. She was all kinds of happy yesterday and has remained her usual, cheeful self today.

Otherwise, we had a terrific time, as always, out at Jessica's house. J had a fabulous time running around like a maniac. The best thing about being there is that they have a big house and a big yard where J doesn't have a lot of "No" in his life, because he is relatively free to run around without fear of getting in the way or making too much noise or knocking things down or any of the things that he runs the risk of in most houses. So he has a fabulous time there every time he goes, despite the fact that he's a bit older than all of the other kids. Here's some proof:

Now here's hoping HE doesn't get sick EITHER!

Update, mostly for Jessica's benefit: My friend, A, who is also a pediatrician who shares my distaste for the doctor who was on call today is going to take a look at my kids. She thinks it may actually be a couple ear infections and is annoyed that the doctor didn't bring them in to take a look today. We'll see. I am skeptical about the ear infection possibility, but I'm all for having a doctor examine the kiddos just in case.

Updated Again: No ear infections. Just some random virus. A does not believe that it is two separate viruses, though. She thinks that's a ridiculous theory.

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There’s a reason that I use real names on my blog, and I’m going to let you in on the secret. Are you ready? Are you really SURE you’re ready? Are you sitting down?? Okay, here it is: I’m not witty. I am not good at coming up with aliases. I’m not creative or funny or interesting. I have a hard enough time coming up with real life things to say, let along making shit up.

I mean, come ON people, do you know how frickin’ long it took us to come up with actual REAL names for our children? We had NO names for our children before they were born! The night before they were born we FINALLY came up with a list of about 20 girl names that we didn’t hate, but no actual combinations of names, and it wasn’t whittled down to, oh, you know the actual names we’d be using (in part because we didn’t know if we’d be having 1, 2, or 3 girls). And hello? We had zero, count ’em, ZERO boy names picked out. Zilch. Zippo. Nada. Niente. Nuttin’ Honey. We were blank slates praying that we didn’t have three boys the next morning because we didn’t have a single boy name, and I gotta tell you, when Baby A came out and Doc M said, “Baby Boy!” I was sweating BULLETS! Seriously! What if Baby Boy A was starting a trend! What if there were THREE of them!?

Whoops… getting off track here, and giving away the details of that elusive birth story I still haven’t written for you. See, gotta keep you guessing so you don’t stop reading. I swear I’m planning to write that someday…

Ahem. Back to the present.

The point is, I’m not witty. I’m not interesting. I’m not creative. I can’t even come up with REAL frickin’ names for my kids. I didn’t even have a name for my son until he was a week old (and hell, he was called “Hey you” until he was nearly six weeks old… but that was because he didn’t officially get his name until his bris, but AGAIN with me being off track!). So I never used aliases on this blog. I did for a while refer to Seth as “S” but I got lazy and started calling him Seth because, well, that’s his name. I do pretty consistently refer to J as, um, J. I’m better about that because he’s not legally mine… I’m his legal guardian, but not his custodial parent, so I try to be careful about that. But I get sloppy about initials, so I don’t like sticking to initials. For the triplets, initials get hard because Seth has the same initial as Sam and well, again with I’m sloppy about initials.

Mel suggested that I go back through entries and remove names to make me more comfortable with the information I’ve got out there about me, and while it isn’t the PERFECT solution, it’s a start. But WHAT TO CALL MY FAMILY MEMBERS? I can’t think of a favorite book that has FIVE FAVORITE CHARACTERS (one for Seth, and each of my four children). Same goes for a movie.

So, you, dear readers, are now charged with finding aliases for my kids and my husband. If I had twins, they could be frick and frack. But I don’t. So go forth and be witty. Be creative! Be smarter than me!

Me personally? I think I’ll stay Karen. Or maybe just Ms. Perky. But it’s not like Karen isn’t a pretty anonymous name. Do you know how many Karen’s were in my elementary school? A frick-load, that’s how many. And if you knew my middle name, you’d know there were a lot of Karen-plus-my-middle names floating around too. There were THREE of us in my graduating high school class. THREE. So I can live with my lack of anonymity with regards to my name. But as for the rest of my family? They need witty aliases. And you guys (girls?) are all WAY FUNNIER THAN ME.

So I know I’ve got lots of lurkers who rarely comment and this is your chance to shine. I don’t block anonymous comments, so please feel free to be funny! Or even to be not funny. But post something!

EDIT: Just a reminder: There are FOUR children to think of, not just the triplets. Triplets, plus J, plus husband.

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There's a reason that I use real names on my blog, and I'm going to let you in on the secret. Are you ready? Are you really SURE you're ready? Are you sitting down?? Okay, here it is: I'm not witty. I am not good at coming up with aliases. I'm not creative or funny or interesting. I have a hard enough time coming up with real life things to say, let along making shit up.

I mean, come ON people, do you know how frickin' long it took us to come up with actual REAL names for our children? We had NO names for our children before they were born! The night before they were born we FINALLY came up with a list of about 20 girl names that we didn't hate, but no actual combinations of names, and it wasn't whittled down to, oh, you know the actual names we'd be using (in part because we didn't know if we'd be having 1, 2, or 3 girls). And hello? We had zero, count 'em, ZERO boy names picked out. Zilch. Zippo. Nada. Niente. Nuttin' Honey. We were blank slates praying that we didn't have three boys the next morning because we didn't have a single boy name, and I gotta tell you, when Baby A came out and Doc M said, "Baby Boy!" I was sweating BULLETS! Seriously! What if Baby Boy A was starting a trend! What if there were THREE of them!?

Whoops… getting off track here, and giving away the details of that elusive birth story I still haven't written for you. See, gotta keep you guessing so you don't stop reading. I swear I'm planning to write that someday…

Ahem. Back to the present.

The point is, I'm not witty. I'm not interesting. I'm not creative. I can't even come up with REAL frickin' names for my kids. I didn't even have a name for my son until he was a week old (and hell, he was called "Hey you" until he was nearly six weeks old… but that was because he didn't officially get his name until his bris, but AGAIN with me being off track!). So I never used aliases on this blog. I did for a while refer to Seth as "S" but I got lazy and started calling him Seth because, well, that's his name. I do pretty consistently refer to J as, um, J. I'm better about that because he's not legally mine… I'm his legal guardian, but not his custodial parent, so I try to be careful about that. But I get sloppy about initials, so I don't like sticking to initials. For the triplets, initials get hard because Seth has the same initial as Sam and well, again with I'm sloppy about initials.

Mel suggested that I go back through entries and remove names to make me more comfortable with the information I've got out there about me, and while it isn't the PERFECT solution, it's a start. But WHAT TO CALL MY FAMILY MEMBERS? I can't think of a favorite book that has FIVE FAVORITE CHARACTERS (one for Seth, and each of my four children). Same goes for a movie.

So, you, dear readers, are now charged with finding aliases for my kids and my husband. If I had twins, they could be frick and frack. But I don't. So go forth and be witty. Be creative! Be smarter than me!

Me personally? I think I'll stay Karen. Or maybe just Ms. Perky. But it's not like Karen isn't a pretty anonymous name. Do you know how many Karen's were in my elementary school? A frick-load, that's how many. And if you knew my middle name, you'd know there were a lot of Karen-plus-my-middle names floating around too. There were THREE of us in my graduating high school class. THREE. So I can live with my lack of anonymity with regards to my name. But as for the rest of my family? They need witty aliases. And you guys (girls?) are all WAY FUNNIER THAN ME.

So I know I've got lots of lurkers who rarely comment and this is your chance to shine. I don't block anonymous comments, so please feel free to be funny! Or even to be not funny. But post something!

EDIT: Just a reminder: There are FOUR children to think of, not just the triplets. Triplets, plus J, plus husband.

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There have been some things that I’ve wanted to write about recently… infertility related, and I haven’t because I almost don’t feel like this is the safe space it used to be. There are too many “real life” people who have popped into my blog unexpectedly (Julie and Diana, you don’t count, you were invited here, so you’re always welcome… for that matter, if you were invited, you’re welcome here, so it’s not you I’m talking about). But it’s weird, you know? I started this blog to write about infertility. I feel guilty sometimes that I don’t write about it so much anymore, and yet, here I am with a bunch of thoughts about infertility-related stuff and I’m not writing them because I don’t feel like I can write about them here anymore. I feel like I’ve just made some mistakes with this blog. Too much of the real me. I mean, I’ll always be the real me, but I mean, too many real names and pictures…it’s just too… searchable. I don’t mind that you all know our real names and all that. I just mind the searchability, I guess.

Anyway, I think I’m going to move my blog soon. I may change my mind and not bother, but that’s what’s on my mind right now. When I do it, I’ll let you know how to find it, most likely, I’ll just have you email me for the new URL and/or, I’ll have Mel post a note in the Lost and Found Connections. But I just wanted to put you on notice. I’m not trying to be all dramalicious about it. It’s just been on my mind. I’ve had this blog for a while and I don’t like leaving it and throwing my archives away along with it. That frustrates me. I don’t like losing the searchability for other people in terms of the topics people might be looking for help on. But … I think it might be the right thing in the long run.

Still, I reserve the right to change my mind. I’m in a bit of a funky place this week, so it might just be me being in a bad mood. Who knows. But it’s been on my mind for a bit now, so I think it might just be time. I don’t want to move to a private, password-protected blog, so that’s not the answer. I just think I’m going to move. For those of you who’ve done this before, have you been sorry you’ve done it? Have you lost readers? Have you found an easy way to do it? Should I not bother? Gah. I’m so indecisive.

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There have been some things that I've wanted to write about recently… infertility related, and I haven't because I almost don't feel like this is the safe space it used to be. There are too many "real life" people who have popped into my blog unexpectedly (Julie and Diana, you don't count, you were invited here, so you're always welcome… for that matter, if you were invited, you're welcome here, so it's not you I'm talking about). But it's weird, you know? I started this blog to write about infertility. I feel guilty sometimes that I don't write about it so much anymore, and yet, here I am with a bunch of thoughts about infertility-related stuff and I'm not writing them because I don't feel like I can write about them here anymore. I feel like I've just made some mistakes with this blog. Too much of the real me. I mean, I'll always be the real me, but I mean, too many real names and pictures…it's just too… searchable. I don't mind that you all know our real names and all that. I just mind the searchability, I guess.

Anyway, I think I'm going to move my blog soon. I may change my mind and not bother, but that's what's on my mind right now. When I do it, I'll let you know how to find it, most likely, I'll just have you email me for the new URL and/or, I'll have Mel post a note in the Lost and Found Connections. But I just wanted to put you on notice. I'm not trying to be all dramalicious about it. It's just been on my mind. I've had this blog for a while and I don't like leaving it and throwing my archives away along with it. That frustrates me. I don't like losing the searchability for other people in terms of the topics people might be looking for help on. But … I think it might be the right thing in the long run.

Still, I reserve the right to change my mind. I'm in a bit of a funky place this week, so it might just be me being in a bad mood. Who knows. But it's been on my mind for a bit now, so I think it might just be time. I don't want to move to a private, password-protected blog, so that's not the answer. I just think I'm going to move. For those of you who've done this before, have you been sorry you've done it? Have you lost readers? Have you found an easy way to do it? Should I not bother? Gah. I'm so indecisive.

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Setbacks

One of the great benefits of having an infertility-turned-pregnancy-turned-parenting-triplets-slash-still-infertile blog is that I “meet” a lot of people. Sometimes, it is also a great responsibility. People turn to me for advice, or assvice. People look to me because I’ve been there, done that, gotten to the other side. Sometimes I have answers, and sometimes, all I have are empathetic tears.

A little over a year ago, a lovely woman, who is blogless so I can’t link you to her, contacted me with many questions about infertility, treatments, etc. She’s a single woman who was trying to pursue her dream of motherhood while navigating the difficult medical care provided by our nation’s military medical system. We have maintained an email relationship since. My friend did eventually become pregnant, and I rejoiced with her. I loved to see her belly-shots. I loved reading her emails about impending baby showers. I loved hearing of her plans for when her baby would come home with her.

I was devastated in January when her beautiful baby girl was born at 24 weeks, but rejoiced that baby girl, B, survived and was making continuous improvement. B has had a rocky road in the NICU, though. She had to have one of her arms amputated below the elbow. She spent a long time on a ventilator. She was under 2 pounds when she was born. But the important thing was that she was improving.

Today, I received this email:

My daughter B is going through a major rough patch right now. Just as I was preparing to bring her home she had a set back. B has severe chronic lung disease because of being so premature and lungs not being mature enough to function normally. As a result she was put on steroids but the steroids caused her heart to thicken and she had to be placed back onto the ventilator.

I’m requesting special prayer for B as she travels down this difficult road. Please pray for strength & healing so that I may hold my Angel again one day soon.

I know you all have very busy lives, and I know many of you haven’t even been able to achieve motherhood yet, so it must be very difficult to think of someone else’s baby while going through such difficult times. I know some of you aren’t religious, and some of you are. If you have a moment when you read this, please say a prayer, or think a thought, for little B. She’s been in the NICU for so long already.

We have so many hopes and dreams for her future, but most importantly, right now, what I want is for my friend to be able to hold her baby girl in her arms again.

According to the March of Dimes, 500,000 babies are born prematurely each year. I was lucky with my three, but I’m painfully aware of HOW lucky we were. I sincerely hope that it is true that, as the MoD envisions, someday, all babies will be born healthy. Until then, please include B in your thoughts for a speedy recovery.

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