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The average number of teeth per baby is now:  4.

Sam has sprouted 2 more teeth!  He HAD been waking up in the middle of the night a bit more than usual (which is to say, he used to sleep through the night, and then, mysteriously, he wasn’t sleeping through the night anymore), but I guess with everything else going on we hadn’t put 2 and 2 together and calculated the likelihood of getting 4… 

And today we noticed that he has six, count ’em, SIX teeth!  Two on the bottom, and FOUR on the top!   

This might explain why he keeps chewing on me (ouch!), but hopefully that will end soon…

Update!  Abby now has six teeth also!  So now the average number of teeth per baby is, um, this math is a little harder, hang on… carry the two, subtract one, divide by three…4.666666666667!  Hey, um, how do you have two thirds of a tooth?  Ellie, bless her, is a total slacker with two teeth.  🙂  This may explain why Abby’s been chewing on everything in sight and a bit on the cranky side…

Update Again!  Ellie is cutting a third tooth as of 7/17/07 at 7:46am!  Without a single complaint!  (I told you she’s my good one!)  So now the math is a lot easier and we have an average of 5 teeth per baby!  Holy shmoly, things are about to get interesting around here!

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I am in such big trouble.
Abby figured it out first:

Then came Sammy:

And I’m thanking my lucky stars that Ellie (my GOOD one*) hasn’t figured it out yet.

Yeah, it’s time to lower those crib mattresses.

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*Remember, it’s very important, especially when you have multiples, that you should never, EVER, label your children.  Ellie is my good baby.

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9 month appointment

Note: My blog has moved! This might be the last post I post directly in this blog as NCLM ends tomorrow, and that’s the main reason for my cross-posting. If you would like the new URL, please email me. There is no criteria for getting the new URL… I am handing it out willy-nilly, I just don’t want to post it directly. Also, Mel has it posted on the June 12 edition of the Lost and Found Connections Abound page for those of you who wrote to me and said you couldn’t find it on the lost and found page. So do EMAIL ME for the new URL if you haven’t already. My goal is to NOT lose a single lurker!


Can you believe my babies turned 9 months last week? They definitely did not ask my permission to get all growed up!
They’ve changed so much in the short time that I’ve been entrusted with their little lives – they’re not the fragile little beings that once rested in tiny little incubators, covered in tubes and wires. The noise I hear around them isn’t the beeping of their monitors anymore, it’s the gleeful squeals and happy giggles and excited babbling of healthy 9 month olds (7mos adjusted).
They are regular little people now, and it’s just fabulous. They are doing all kinds of baby-things. They are doing the combat-style crawling that babies do where they aren’t doing hands-and-knees crawling just yet. Abby and Sam will get up on their knees and rock:
(for some reason, I can’t get the YouTube video to properly embed here… the direct link is http://youtube.com/watch?v=eALdKd51RrM …. now it seems to be working, but I’m leaving the direct link here just in case!)
What else? Oh! They’re finally all on their charts! Their relevant stats are:
Sam: 18 lb, 14 oz (25th %ile); 27.5 inches long (25th %ile)
Eliana: 17 lb, 11 oz (30th %ile), 27 inches long (32nd %ile)
Abby: 16 lb, 10 oz (15th %ile), 26.75 inches long (24th %ile)
Between them, they have 8 teeth. Abby got her first two teeth about a month ago (on the bottom). Sam got his first two about two weeks ago. Ellie finally sprouted her first two on Friday. Sam and Abby both surprised me on Saturday by sprouting a top tooth as well. They are dangerous!
All in all, the 9 month check up went quite well. Dr. B said he was impressed with them and impressed with me. I am not certain what he meant by that, but it was nice to hear anyway. My babies certainly ARE impressive. They are doing really well and doing all the right things. They’re a little behind in where he’d like to see them with feeding skills and fine motor coordination (their feeding skills would be better if their fine motor skills were better), but this is not surprising given their prematurity.
When I was describing what each one was doing and what each baby was like, I said very clearly, “You should never label your children, particularly when you have multiples. Ellie’s the good one.” He laughed. 🙂 I told him that I have very easy babies and that it was about time… I’ve paid my dues with J (I adore J, of course, but low maintenance, he is NOT). He said not only did I pay my dues with J, I more than paid my dues with the early days of triplet parenthood. I guess I never really thought of it that way, but he reminded me that I had a longer-than average stay in the NICU for 33 week triplets, worked hard to breastfeed them (or, in Abby’s case at least provide her with breastmilk), had Ellie on a heart monitor for 45 days after coming home and then shortly after that had to start dealing with bi-weekly visits to the doctor for her failure to thrive.
Honestly, at the time, I never really thought of it as anything other than what I had to do. Looking back, I see how far we’ve come and I’m so grateful that I was discussing three perfectly healthy, happy, developing babies with him. Really? What more could I ask for?
Okay, I mean, I could ask for 26 hour days and five MILLION dollars, but that would just be greedy, considering the four amazing children I have.

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9 month appointment

Note: My blog has moved! This might be the last post I post directly in this blog as NCLM ends tomorrow, and that's the main reason for my cross-posting. If you would like the new URL, please email me. There is no criteria for getting the new URL… I am handing it out willy-nilly, I just don't want to post it directly. Also, Mel has it posted on the June 12 edition of the Lost and Found Connections Abound page for those of you who wrote to me and said you couldn't find it on the lost and found page. So do EMAIL ME for the new URL if you haven't already. My goal is to NOT lose a single lurker!


Can you believe my babies turned 9 months last week? They definitely did not ask my permission to get all growed up!
They've changed so much in the short time that I've been entrusted with their little lives – they're not the fragile little beings that once rested in tiny little incubators, covered in tubes and wires. The noise I hear around them isn't the beeping of their monitors anymore, it's the gleeful squeals and happy giggles and excited babbling of healthy 9 month olds (7mos adjusted).
They are regular little people now, and it's just fabulous. They are doing all kinds of baby-things. They are doing the combat-style crawling that babies do where they aren't doing hands-and-knees crawling just yet. Abby and Sam will get up on their knees and rock:
(for some reason, I can't get the YouTube video to properly embed here… the direct link is http://youtube.com/watch?v=eALdKd51RrM …. now it seems to be working, but I'm leaving the direct link here just in case!)
What else? Oh! They're finally all on their charts! Their relevant stats are:
Sam: 18 lb, 14 oz (25th %ile); 27.5 inches long (25th %ile)
Eliana: 17 lb, 11 oz (30th %ile), 27 inches long (32nd %ile)
Abby: 16 lb, 10 oz (15th %ile), 26.75 inches long (24th %ile)
Between them, they have 8 teeth. Abby got her first two teeth about a month ago (on the bottom). Sam got his first two about two weeks ago. Ellie finally sprouted her first two on Friday. Sam and Abby both surprised me on Saturday by sprouting a top tooth as well. They are dangerous!
All in all, the 9 month check up went quite well. Dr. B said he was impressed with them and impressed with me. I am not certain what he meant by that, but it was nice to hear anyway. My babies certainly ARE impressive. They are doing really well and doing all the right things. They're a little behind in where he'd like to see them with feeding skills and fine motor coordination (their feeding skills would be better if their fine motor skills were better), but this is not surprising given their prematurity.
When I was describing what each one was doing and what each baby was like, I said very clearly, "You should never label your children, particularly when you have multiples. Ellie's the good one." He laughed. 🙂 I told him that I have very easy babies and that it was about time… I've paid my dues with J (I adore J, of course, but low maintenance, he is NOT). He said not only did I pay my dues with J, I more than paid my dues with the early days of triplet parenthood. I guess I never really thought of it that way, but he reminded me that I had a longer-than average stay in the NICU for 33 week triplets, worked hard to breastfeed them (or, in Abby's case at least provide her with breastmilk), had Ellie on a heart monitor for 45 days after coming home and then shortly after that had to start dealing with bi-weekly visits to the doctor for her failure to thrive.
Honestly, at the time, I never really thought of it as anything other than what I had to do. Looking back, I see how far we've come and I'm so grateful that I was discussing three perfectly healthy, happy, developing babies with him. Really? What more could I ask for?
Okay, I mean, I could ask for 26 hour days and five MILLION dollars, but that would just be greedy, considering the four amazing children I have.

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9 month appointment

Img_1815 Can you believe my babies turned 9 months last week?  They definitely did not ask my permission to get all growed up! 

They’ve changed so much in the short time that I’ve been entrusted with their little lives – they’re not the fragile little beings that once rested in tiny little incubators, covered in tubes and wires.  The noise I hear around them isn’t the beeping of their monitors anymore, it’s the gleeful squeals and happy giggles and excited babbling of healthy 9 month olds (7mos adjusted). 

They are regular little people now, and it’s just fabulous.  They are doing all kinds of baby-things.  They are doing the combat-style crawling that babies do where they aren’t doing hands-and-knees crawling just yet.  Abby and Sam will get up on their knees and rock:

What else?  Oh!  They’re finally all on their charts!   Their relevant stats are:

Sam: 18 lb, 14 oz (18th percentile); 27.5 inches long (17th percentile)
Eliana: 17 lb, 11 oz (23rd percentile), 27 inches long (23rd percentile)
Abby: 16 lb, 10 oz (10th percentile), 26 3/4 inches long (17th percentile)

Between them, they have 8 teeth. Abby got her first two teeth about a month ago (on the bottom). Sam got his first two about two weeks ago. Ellie finally sprouted her first two on Friday. Sam and Abby both surprised me on Saturday by sprouting a top tooth as well. They are dangerous!

All in all, the 9 month check up went quite well. Dr. B said he was impressed with them and impressed with me. I am not certain what he meant by that, but it was nice to hear anyway. My babies certainly ARE impressive. They are doing really well and doing all the right things. They’re a little behind in where he’d like to see them with feeding skills and fine motor coordination (their feeding skills would be better if their fine motor skills were better), but this is not surprising given their prematurity.

When I was describing what each one was doing and what each baby was like, I said very clearly, "You should never label your children, particularly when you have multiples. Ellie’s the good one." He laughed. 🙂 I told him that I have very easy babies and that it was about time… I’ve paid my dues with J (I adore J, of course, but low maintenance, he is NOT). He said not only did I pay my dues with J, I more than paid my dues with the early days of triplet parenthood. I guess I never really thought of it that way, but he reminded me that I had a longer-than average stay in the NICU for 33 week triplets, worked hard to breastfeed them (or, in Abby’s case at least provide her with breastmilk), had Ellie on a heart monitor for 45 days after coming home and then shortly after that had to start dealing with bi-weekly visits to the doctor for her failure to thrive.

Honestly, at the time, I never really thought of it as anything other than what I had to do. Looking back, I see how far we’ve come and I’m so grateful that I was discussing three perfectly healthy, happy, developing babies with him. Really? What more could I ask for?

Okay, I mean, I could ask for 26 hour days and five MILLION dollars, but that would just be greedy, considering the four amazing children I have.

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I Need a Cape

**First, some Housekeeping**
My Blog HAS MOVED! If you haven’t gotten an email from me with the new URL, it’s either because you didn’t email me for the new URL, or because I tried to email you and your email bounced back to me. So email me (my email address is RIGHT THERE in my sidebar!) and ask for my new URL. You don’t have to be an infertile myrtle, or a triplet mama, or a mama at all. You don’t have to “qualify”. Just shoot me a quick email for the URL. Failing that, keep an eye out at Mel’s Lost and Found and wait for her to announce the new URL.

Don’t be shy! I’m not moving to avoid YOU! I love you! Keep reading! I’ve been positively overwhelmed with the number of emails I’ve received over the last several days in response to my announcement that I’m picking up and moving. I’ve heard from over 100 people who I didn’t even know were reading my blog. Some people just shot me a quick one-liner (e.g. “Hey, send me the new link, thanks!”) and others told me their whole infertility history. I loved every single one of the emails. I tried to write back to everyone personally, though toward the end, I’m afraid I may have missed a few. But you all are astounding women and I am humbled to walk among you.

I will continue cross-posting here at blogspot until at least NCLM is done and so that any stragglers get the opportunity to move along with me. But after that, I’ll be trying to figure out how to move my archives over to typepad and probably eventually shutting down this blog all together.

Please do not assume that I have your email and that I’ll proactively email you. I had a huge computer crash back in January and replaced my dying little macintosh with a PC and have never figured out how to transfer over my email files and address book, so I’m without a lot of my old email addresses. I’m also busier than I’ve ever been, so proactive isn’t my middle name anymore. I’m happy to respond to your emails asking me for the URL, but I can’t promise that I’ll think to email you first!

**End Housekeeping**

When people hear I have triplets, before they even hear I also have a four year old, they immediately say, "Wow, you must be SuperMama."  My response is always the same, "Nope, not SuperMama, just AdequateMama."  Some days are better than others.  I’m not perfect, but I do my best.  But there are days that I even impress myself. 

This morning, Seth had to go out to check the eruv, and left me at home with J and the babies.  J, happily, was entranced by the electronic babysitter, er, the idiot box, um, an educational video, a Disney DVD.    Suddenly, my three completely happy, peaceful babies started HOWLING.  It was still a little shy of breakfast time (about 15-20 minutes early, but in the ballpark), but it was clear that for whatever reason, they were all starving.  Normally if I’m home I do not feed Ellie and Sam bottles.  I nurse them exclusively while I’m home.  But with all three of them screaming, and the potential for J to start becoming needy at any moment as well, I realized that desperate times called for desperate measures.  So I went and prepared bottles for all three babies and returned, bottles and boppies in hand.

However, this still led me to a conundrum.  As Keira pointed out in an email to me recently, we MoM’s (Mothers of Multiples) are not Octopuses, yet we have to be sometimes.  This was one of those times.  I don’t bottle prop*.  I have never bottle propped.  Once, in my pediatrician’s office, the nurse "helpfully" propped one of my babies’ bottles and I was furious.  That was the one and only time that my babies have had propped botles.  So since I don’t prop bottles and I’m not an octopus, how was I going to feed three screaming babies?  After all, the whole reason I wasn’t nursing Sam and Ellie was because I had three screaming mouths to feed. 

But necessity, as you know, is the mother of all invention, and MoMs are resourceful and creative, if nothing else.  I put each baby in a boppy and put a bottle in each of their mouths.  At first I held one bottle with my left hand, stabilized the next bottle (the middle baby) with my forearm and held the third bottle with my right hand.  But Sam was not happy and was squirmy and screaming, while the girls were calming down, so it was clear that he needed some extra TLC.  I picked him up and held him in my arms and held the bottle in my left hand.  I moved Ellie over to my right side and held her bottle in with my right hand.  This left poor Abby.  None of my babies is coordinated enough to hold their own bottle in their mouth for an extended period of time (more than a few seconds), so that was no good.  Something had to be done.

And so, resourceful MoM that I am… I held Abby’s bottle in with …  my foot. 

I do wish I’d gotten a picture of this ridiculous sight, but of course if there had been anyone around to take a picture, then I would not have needed to have done anything so ridiculous!

So I may not be quite a DC or Marvel Comics-worthy superhero, but I do leap tall buildings in a single bound.  I think I need a cape.  And a sidekick. 

——————
*Please note I have no issue with people who do bottle prop, but it’s one of the things that I felt very strongly about with my triplets.  I was told constantly before they were born that I would never be able to breastfeed (hah!), that I would never be able to feed them individually (Sunday’s incident was one of only maybe three similar incidents in which all three babies were starving at the same exact instant that I can remember in the entire seven + months that we’ve had the triplets home… we have them fairly well trained to eat in rotation), that I would have to bottle prop, that I would have to do all of these things like it or not.  Since research shows that bottle fed babies are already held less than breastfed babies, it was very important to me that Abby (who cannot nurse) is held for her feedings with rare exception.  Bottle propping only discourages holding the babies during feedings.  I recognize that with multiples, particularly higher order multiples like mine and others, you simply do what you have to do to survive.  Therefore, I’m merely presenting what my parenting philosophy was, without judgment on what anyone else does, did, or did not do.  If bottle propping, podee bottles, or similar things is what kept another MoM sane, then by all means, I encourage it.  For me, it would have driven me further from sanity, so it was not a good option for me.

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I Need a Cape

**First, some Housekeeping**
My Blog HAS MOVED! If you haven't gotten an email from me with the new URL, it's either because you didn't email me for the new URL, or because I tried to email you and your email bounced back to me. So email me (my email address is RIGHT THERE in my sidebar!) and ask for my new URL. You don't have to be an infertile myrtle, or a triplet mama, or a mama at all. You don't have to "qualify". Just shoot me a quick email for the URL. Failing that, keep an eye out at Mel's Lost and Found and wait for her to announce the new URL.

Don't be shy! I'm not moving to avoid YOU! I love you! Keep reading! I've been positively overwhelmed with the number of emails I've received over the last several days in response to my announcement that I'm picking up and moving. I've heard from over 100 people who I didn't even know were reading my blog. Some people just shot me a quick one-liner (e.g. "Hey, send me the new link, thanks!") and others told me their whole infertility history. I loved every single one of the emails. I tried to write back to everyone personally, though toward the end, I'm afraid I may have missed a few. But you all are astounding women and I am humbled to walk among you.

I will continue cross-posting here at blogspot until at least NCLM is done and so that any stragglers get the opportunity to move along with me. But after that, I'll be trying to figure out how to move my archives over to typepad and probably eventually shutting down this blog all together.

Please do not assume that I have your email and that I'll proactively email you. I had a huge computer crash back in January and replaced my dying little macintosh with a PC and have never figured out how to transfer over my email files and address book, so I'm without a lot of my old email addresses. I'm also busier than I've ever been, so proactive isn't my middle name anymore. I'm happy to respond to your emails asking me for the URL, but I can't promise that I'll think to email you first!

**End Housekeeping**

When people hear I have triplets, before they even hear I also have a four year old, they immediately say, "Wow, you must be SuperMama."  My response is always the same, "Nope, not SuperMama, just AdequateMama."  Some days are better than others.  I'm not perfect, but I do my best.  But there are days that I even impress myself. 

This morning, Seth had to go out to check the eruv, and left me at home with J and the babies.  J, happily, was entranced by the electronic babysitter, er, the idiot box, um, an educational video, a Disney DVD.    Suddenly, my three completely happy, peaceful babies started HOWLING.  It was still a little shy of breakfast time (about 15-20 minutes early, but in the ballpark), but it was clear that for whatever reason, they were all starving.  Normally if I'm home I do not feed Ellie and Sam bottles.  I nurse them exclusively while I'm home.  But with all three of them screaming, and the potential for J to start becoming needy at any moment as well, I realized that desperate times called for desperate measures.  So I went and prepared bottles for all three babies and returned, bottles and boppies in hand.

However, this still led me to a conundrum.  As Keira pointed out in an email to me recently, we MoM's (Mothers of Multiples) are not Octopuses, yet we have to be sometimes.  This was one of those times.  I don't bottle prop*.  I have never bottle propped.  Once, in my pediatrician's office, the nurse "helpfully" propped one of my babies' bottles and I was furious.  That was the one and only time that my babies have had propped botles.  So since I don't prop bottles and I'm not an octopus, how was I going to feed three screaming babies?  After all, the whole reason I wasn't nursing Sam and Ellie was because I had three screaming mouths to feed. 

But necessity, as you know, is the mother of all invention, and MoMs are resourceful and creative, if nothing else.  I put each baby in a boppy and put a bottle in each of their mouths.  At first I held one bottle with my left hand, stabilized the next bottle (the middle baby) with my forearm and held the third bottle with my right hand.  But Sam was not happy and was squirmy and screaming, while the girls were calming down, so it was clear that he needed some extra TLC.  I picked him up and held him in my arms and held the bottle in my left hand.  I moved Ellie over to my right side and held her bottle in with my right hand.  This left poor Abby.  None of my babies is coordinated enough to hold their own bottle in their mouth for an extended period of time (more than a few seconds), so that was no good.  Something had to be done.

And so, resourceful MoM that I am… I held Abby's bottle in with …  my foot. 

I do wish I'd gotten a picture of this ridiculous sight, but of course if there had been anyone around to take a picture, then I would not have needed to have done anything so ridiculous!

So I may not be quite a DC or Marvel Comics-worthy superhero, but I do leap tall buildings in a single bound.  I think I need a cape.  And a sidekick. 

——————
*Please note I have no issue with people who do bottle prop, but it's one of the things that I felt very strongly about with my triplets.  I was told constantly before they were born that I would never be able to breastfeed (hah!), that I would never be able to feed them individually (Sunday's incident was one of only maybe three similar incidents in which all three babies were starving at the same exact instant that I can remember in the entire seven + months that we've had the triplets home… we have them fairly well trained to eat in rotation), that I would have to bottle prop, that I would have to do all of these things like it or not.  Since research shows that bottle fed babies are already held less than breastfed babies, it was very important to me that Abby (who cannot nurse) is held for her feedings with rare exception.  Bottle propping only discourages holding the babies during feedings.  I recognize that with multiples, particularly higher order multiples like mine and others, you simply do what you have to do to survive.  Therefore, I'm merely presenting what my parenting philosophy was, without judgment on what anyone else does, did, or did not do.  If bottle propping, podee bottles, or similar things is what kept another MoM sane, then by all means, I encourage it.  For me, it would have driven me further from sanity, so it was not a good option for me.

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I Need a Cape

When people hear I have triplets, before they even hear I also have a four year old, they immediately say, "Wow, you must be SuperMama."  My response is always the same, "Nope, not SuperMama, just AdequateMama."  Some days are better than others.  I’m not perfect, but I do my best.  But there are days that I even impress myself. 

This morning, Seth had to go out to check the eruv, and left me at home with J and the babies.  J, happily, was entranced by the electronic babysitter, er, the idiot box, um, an educational video, a Disney DVD.    Suddenly, my three completely happy, peaceful babies started HOWLING.  It was still a little shy of breakfast time (about 15-20 minutes early, but in the ballpark), but it was clear that for whatever reason, they were all starving.  Normally if I’m home I do not feed Ellie and Sam bottles.  I nurse them exclusively while I’m home.  But with all three of them screaming, and the potential for J to start becoming needy at any moment as well, I realized that desperate times called for desperate measures.  So I went and prepared bottles for all three babies and returned, bottles and boppies in hand.

However, this still led me to a conundrum.  As Keira pointed out in an email to me recently, we MoM’s (Mothers of Multiples) are not Octopuses, yet we have to be sometimes.  This was one of those times.  I don’t bottle prop*.  I have never bottle propped.  Once, in my pediatrician’s office, the nurse "helpfully" propped one of my babies’ bottles and I was furious.  That was the one and only time that my babies have had propped botles.  So since I don’t prop bottles and I’m not an octopus, how was I going to feed three screaming babies?  After all, the whole reason I wasn’t nursing Sam and Ellie was because I had three screaming mouths to feed. 

But necessity, as you know, is the mother of all invention, and MoMs are resourceful and creative, if nothing else.  I put each baby in a boppy and put a bottle in each of their mouths.  At first I held one bottle with my left hand, stabilized the next bottle (the middle baby) with my forearm and held the third bottle with my right hand.  But Sam was not happy and was squirmy and screaming, while the girls were calming down, so it was clear that he needed some extra TLC.  I picked him up and held him in my arms and held the bottle in my left hand.  I moved Ellie over to my right side and held her bottle in with my right hand.  This left poor Abby.  None of my babies is coordinated enough to hold their own bottle in their mouth for an extended period of time (more than a few seconds), so that was no good.  Something had to be done.

And so, resourceful MoM that I am… I held Abby’s bottle in with …  my foot. 

I do wish I’d gotten a picture of this ridiculous sight, but of course if there had been anyone around to take a picture, then I would not have needed to have done anything so ridiculous!

So I may not be quite a DC or Marvel Comics-worthy superhero, but I do leap tall buildings in a single bound.  I think I need a cape.  And a sidekick. 

——————
*Please note I have no issue with people who do bottle prop, but it’s one of the things that I felt very strongly about with my triplets.  I was told constantly before they were born that I would never be able to breastfeed (hah!), that I would never be able to feed them individually (Sunday’s incident was one of only maybe three similar incidents in which all three babies were starving at the same exact instant that I can remember in the entire seven + months that we’ve had the triplets home… we have them fairly well trained to eat in rotation), that I would have to bottle prop, that I would have to do all of these things like it or not.  Since research shows that bottle fed babies are already held less than breastfed babies, it was very important to me that Abby (who cannot nurse) is held for her feedings with rare exception.  Bottle propping only discourages holding the babies during feedings.  I recognize that with multiples, particularly higher order multiples like mine and others, you simply do what you have to do to survive.  Therefore, I’m merely presenting what my parenting philosophy was, without judgment on what anyone else does, did, or did not do.  If bottle propping, podee bottles, or similar things is what kept another MoM sane, then by all means, I encourage it.  For me, it would have driven me further from sanity, so it was not a good option for me.

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It's official, I'm setting up a new blog. Once I've got it all set up and pretty, I'll let you know the logistics of how to find it. I'm not going to leave a direct link here for how to find it, but I'll have Mel post the direct link in the Lost and Found. You can also email me directly for the link. If you're an anonymous lurker (one of my AWESOME ONES!) I hope you'll still email me for the link or find me over at Mel's. I love you guys and I don't want to lose you. I promise to lose your email address and forget who you are immediately… I've got so much else going on in my life, I wouldn't be able to remember anyway.

Anyway, I had two incidents happen recently (which had nothing to do with the anonymous commenting sh*tstorm of a couple days ago, though that didn't help matters) which just pushed things over the edge. I'd say what those incidents were, but it would just lead to hurt feelings and there's really no point in that, now is there.

In the meantime, here's some news:

Sam-man: He has a tooth. His opthalmology appointment went well – we'll keep an eye on it (no pun intended) and he'll go back in six months. He's seriously mobile, though he still can't sit up. It's not true crawling, but we're not far from that.

Ellie-bean: She is still toothless (thank HEAVENS…she bites me while nursing even WTHOUT teeth). She sits really nicely and is also seriously mobile – again, not true crawling, but that's not far away.

Abba-dabba: Still has two teeth. She is the least mobile, but not because she's not capable of it… just because she is more content to sit and play with a toy. She is starting to have some serious stranger anxiety, poor thing.

And that's it for now.

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The babies turned 33 weeks yesterday. They have now been on the “outside” as long as they were on the “inside.” It’s an odd feeling for me. I waited so long to have babies, I guess I never really expected them to arrive, let alone to grow up! Who gave these babies permission to grow up and get bigger? I certainly did NOT! I know that one of the joys of parenting is watching your children grow and develop into people with strong personalities and independent thoughts, but I am not ready for that, and I definitely did not give my babies permission to start growing up just yet.

Alleged Crawling
Two days ago, super-nanny called me at work to say “Did you know your babies are crawling?” Thankfully, I’ve seen no evidence of this alleged crawling, because that would be too much for this little heart of mine to take! (The babies do scootch around and do roll all the way across the room – but actual crawling? NO! I remain firmly in denial that any such thing could have occurred!) Super-nanny swears that there was actual crawling that occurred that afternoon, but I still remain unconvinced. Mostly I’m standing here with my hands clamped over my ears screaming, “I’m not listening, I’m not listening! I can’t hear you! Nyah, nyah!” Admittedly, this makes it difficult to type and typing with my toes is becoming quite tedious (Why oh why were humans not born with prehensile toes?!?), so I’ll unclamp my hands temporarily to continue my story.

Ruthless and Toothless?
One sure sign that the babies are growing up that I can no longer deny, however, is that teething has begun in earnest. After five straight days of blood-curdling screams, Abby cut her first tooth. (Thank heavens for small very large favors… the first baby to get a tooth is the one who doesn’t nurse!)That little tooth is a sharp little bugger, too. I mean, I know it had to cut through a gum and all, but sheesh! I totally get why she was screaming bloody murder! Poor baby. Looks like she’s got another one coming in right next to it, and it seems that maybe Sam’s got a tooth coming in also.

It’s almost a relief, really, because the babies have been drooling and chewing on things since January and every time someone saw them drool or chew they would say, “Oh look! They’re teething!” which, honestly, got to be tiresome. “Oh they’re teething? OR MAYBE they’re just DROOLING! You know, like babies tend to do?? But no one would believe me. You’ll see, they’d say, as if they knew better. And of course, they’d be right, because eventually a tooth would pop out. But that’s ridiculous, because I never said teeth were never coming in. But a little drool didn’t mean teeth were imminent. The screaming that started five days ago? That was a pretty good sign that teeth were imminent. So when Super-nanny called yesterday to say, “Hey you’re a lousy mother and missed yet another milestone and I got to see it first…” I mean, “Abby’s tooth came through!” I wasn’t remotely surprised. So I did what any completely neurotic mother would do and I rushed home at lunch time to witness the beauty of my child’s first tooth.

I admit, it’s not all that much to look at, but golly it IS impressively sharp.

My baby grew a tooth! Without my permission! How dare she!?

New Food
In honor of the new tooth, I decided it was time for Abby to have more interesting food choices. And since she was refusing to drink her bottle at dinner time and since she seemed pretty darned interested in what I was eating (Chinese Food), and so… I gave her chicken. And she ate it! I think she’s ready for prime rib, what do you think? I also gave Ellie some chicken, but she wasn’t interested. Admittedly, she’d just had a full feeding, so she may just not have been hungry. So far the babies’ favorite foods are broccoli and summer squash. They also like sweet potatoes, but they do not care for carrots unless mixed with applesauce (they also do not care for applesauce unless mixed with carrots). Similarly, they do not care for mushed up bananas, unless mixed with avocado, but they DID eat little chunks of banana for me on Sunday (with an odd look on their faces, but they ate it). So they seem willing to take a little texture into their lives, which is good.

My extraordinary pediatrician, who is also a long-time friend of ours asked me when I last saw him whether I’d experimented at all with any solid foods. He had known that I was very hesitant about solid food, so he wasn’t putting any pressure on me at all. I told him that I had caved to the pressure, but that I found it to be a very tedious, and somewhat horrifying process… It takes a LOT OF WORK to feed three babies solid food, particularly since they still have to be fed a full feeding of milk afterward (or beforehand, whatever…the point is, they’re not getting much nutrition out of these solid food feedings for all the effort they take!). He said the key for me is going to be to capitalize on their independence as soon as possible, so as soon as they show ANY sign of being able to get food into their mouth by themselves, I should let them do so, even if it makes more of a mess at first. That’s why I’m trying to get them used to textured foods now. I suspect Abby will be the first to experiment with putting food in her mouth by herself, since she’s the baby who’s most often putting objects in her mouth, but she hasn’t managed to get any food in her mouth yet. Sam does love to suck on his fingers when he’s got a spoonful of broccoli in his mouth though, so we’ll see.

At any rate, I’ve also given the babies Gerber Fruit Puffs:

This is the first, and only, processed food that they’ve gotten, and I’ve done it strictly to give them another texture that they can try. I’ve given them to Sam and Abby. Sam loves them and Abby couldn’t care less. I’m sure Super-Nanny has given them to Ellie also, but I haven’t heard the verdict on her. Still, Sam would rather have spoonfuls of broccoli over even these newfound favorite fruit puffs.

Anywhozit, that’s about it for now. Isn’t that enough? I’m not sure I can handle more milestones than that!

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