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Lupron Day three. On Day 2 we found out what we owe in taxes. Not a good day. I’ve never seen so many zeros in my life. I’m not

Day three? Glass door on my oven shattered. And my cleaning lady (yes, the fired one) lied about it.

Yeah.

And I’m on Lupron.

And I had a complete, total, utter, nervous breakdown.

God bless my husband for not saying, “Maybe now’s not the time for IVF.”

Because that? Would have broken me.

The first one of you to say that maybe now’s not the time? Gets banned for life. Yes I’m stressed. Cancelling this cycle? Would kill me.

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2009 Can Suck It

And you thought March sucked?

Sam's been to the ER this month.  Pictures will follow in subsequent post.  He's fine.  He cut his face above his eye and the pediatrician felt like it needed to be closed.  It didn't even need stitches.  It's glued.  Glued!  They accidentally glued his eye shut, but they fixed that. That may have been the worst part.  He's totally fine. 

My oven door?  The glass part?  Shattered.  Five days before Pesach.

Our tax bill?  About the size of the National Debt.

Me?  Thinking about taking up drinking for sport.

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Good to Go

SuperNurse called. 

I said, “Please tell me my P4 doesn’t say anything stupid today.”

“It was 3.8, which”
“Thank G-d!”
“-which means that you ovulated.”

“Right.  ‘Cause I gotta tell you, I’ve been acting all kinds of irrationally the last few days.”

“uh huh.  And so… I’m supposed to say this is… different than usual?”

“Hey now!”

 

Yep, I love my nurse.  She rocks.

 

By the way, there still isn’t a mobile in Room One.  I have to figure out what to do about this.  My current strategy of humor and cookie withholding is clearly not working.

 

Also, I peaked in on a bunch of cyclesista blogs from the list of when my IVF#2 started… and realized that right about now?  I should have been going to transfer.  And I’m not.  I’m starting all over.  It made my heart sink a little bit, for the first time.  I hadn’t realized that I was a bit bummed about having this whole shebang get benched for a while.  Turns out?  I can’t cover *everything* up with my sarcastic wit.

 

I am wishing all of you the best of luck with your retrievals, transfers, IUIs, and two week waits.  I hope every one of you gets a positive result and that I’m the only one left standing.

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Survey

I posted this elsewhere, but I figure it can't hurt to post it here, too.  I saw a one-question poll tonight, which asked, "Who do you think should have the final say in the number of embryos transferred back in an IVF Cycle?" with the possible answers being "Doctor" or "Patient".  I, of course, have a very opinionated, knee-jerk reaction to this one, which I'll enlighten you on later, but I'm curious as to your response to the question.  But while I'm at it, I figured I'd get your thoughts on a broader spectrum of IVF-related questions.  You know, since I was making a poll anyway.  Why not?  It gave me a good excuse to play with google forms. I *heart* google sometimes, even if I *do* think that deep down they *are* a little bit evil.

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Oh so we've reached THAT stage have we?

Every morning when I go into the nursery, Abby has managed to unzipper her PJs *just* a little more…  Today they were a completely off.  I live in fear of the day she figures out she can also take off her diaper and smear poo all over the wall.  I believe there is a roll of duct tape in my future.

Respecting John M-Who?

J-man in the car this morning:  "Abba, if Bionicles were alive, they wouldn't respect John McCain."
S is pretty sure J was having auditory hallucinations.

Not funny, but heart-melting:

Ellie says "Mama" now, and means it.  I touch her nose and say "Ellie" and she touches my nose and says "Mama!"  It's so cute.  :)  If I'm in the kitchen and she's in the highchair, she turns to look at me and calls "Mama!"  Hooray!  (this reminds me I still haven't written a post about the speech therapy consult or subsequen therapy plan)

Attachment

Every day when I walk in the house, Sam looks up, drops what he's doing and runs over "aaahh!!!" he screams and immediately begs to be picked up.  Then he snuggles in tight for a hug.  But don't try to snuggle too long – he's got important things to play with!

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Bending, not Breaking

I feel like the last 6-8 weeks have been all about testing me to see how far I’ll bend without breaking. A number of you have commented, emailed, IM’d, facebooked, smoke-signaled, and sent carrier pigeons to make sure I’m doing okay. Clearly the tone of my blog posts has become increasingly desperate and is reflecting my recent state of mind.

The fact of the matter is that I’ve always wondered where my limit was, and I may just have found it. I had an unbelievably crappy December, and I mean that in every sense of the word. I mean, actually, many of my friends had unbelievably crappy Decembers, but it took a truly emotional toll on me. And it affected my schedule, my activities, my workload, my family, my coping ability, everything. And then everyone got sick. And the sickness hasn’t stopped, really. There was the norovirus starting December 21st that went on for 10 days that I already wrote about. Then I got a horrendous cold and gave it to the babies (sorry!). Then the babies had that forEVER, and Ellie got double ear infections subsequent to the cold. Now Abby has 4 molars coming in and Sam has a horrendous rash all over his entire back and his abdomen.

Work has been incredibly stressful, both for me and for my husband (more for him). I’ve got so much going on that I don’t know which way is up. Now I’m having daily back spasms, where I suddenly turn into a twisted pretzel and can’t get out of it.

And to make things more fun, the J-man is now on a medicine strike. And this is really where I am realizing that I’m reaching my limit. Can I bend any more? Will I break? I’m sure I won’t, but really, each day I feel like I get closer.

So about this medicine strike…

The J-man is currently taking two medicines: Focalin and Tenex. We’ve tweaked the dosages and frequency a number of times and we’ve gotten ourselves to a comfortable point where he takes the Tenex twice a day and the Focalin 2-3 times per day, depending on what he needs to do that day (e.g. on days when he has Speech Therapy after school, he gets the third dose of Focalin). We recently decided he could probably benefit from the 3rd dose of Focalin every day, but then he went on this medication strike, so it’s sort of a moot point.

Getting him to take his medication has always been a struggle, as you may remember. That’s why the Daytrana Patch was such a lifesaver. But it had too many downsides for his profile to be the optimal answer. It didn’t work as well for him as the Focalin does. But getting him to take a medicine orally is next to impossible. We have two good weeks, and then two weeks of hell, then two good weeks, then two weeks of pure hell, and so on. We are currently in hell, and I’m not sure it’s only going to last two weeks.

His latest trick is that he won’t open his mouth to take the medicine, but even once he does, he gets the medicine (which was mixed into mango sorbet – don’t ask… he has a discriminating palate) in his mouth and then won’t swallow it. He stands there and cries and refuses to swallow for what seems like forever, but is really somewhere between 5 and 15 minutes, and then either spits it out or forces himself to throw up (no, I’m not exaggerating). Occasionally he’ll swallow it under threat of not getting potato chips in his lunchbox, but that threat doesn’t hold a lot of weight anymore.

The last day or so he’s been willing to take the medicine in Banana Yo Baby Yogurt. But only Banana. And only the Yo Baby kind. Not just any Stony Field Farms Whole Fat Banana Flavoured Yogurt. And don’t go trying to trick him, mind you. He can tell the difference. Problem is, you can’t JUST buy Banana Yo Baby Yogurt – it comes in six packs where 3 are banana and 3 are vanilla… and if he’s taking medicine 3x per day… imagine how much yogurt we’d have to buy to give in to this kind of demand!! SIGH. There MUST be a better way.

It used to be that when he would go on his medicine-taking strikes at home, he would always still take the medicine for his teacher at school, so we always had that as a fallback (at least during the week). But this week, he stopped taking it for his teacher as well. Huge, huge problem!

So Thursday, I called Dr. S., Developmental Pediatrician Extraordinaire. I was desperate. We talked through a lot of possibilities – including changing medications, taking away toys and privileges, having Dr. S. have a heart-to-heart with him (sometimes having an outside authority figure lay down the law helps kids see the light, but I’m skeptical in this case about what kind of an impact this will have), changing the routine, buying more duct tape, switching the times for the Tenex (maybe adding a third dose and moving his last dose to bedtime), etc. We agreed that our previously scheduled parent meeting for Tuesday (Inauguration Day) would be changed to a meeting with him and Julian for starters, and we’d discuss options for going forward from there.

Finally I said that we simply have to come up with something, because I can’t go on like this. If things continue like this I might just have to check myself into the Funny Farm, I said. “Well, that’s another viable option,” he said. “We’ll add that to the list, but maybe we’ll just hold that in reserve for now.” Honestly, I’m thinking the duct tape option might actually have been the best option we came up with for the short term.

Dr. S. told me that J-man is a really tough case when it comes to the medicine compliance – one of the toughest, and that this ISN’T about me. We may have to take several steps back and start from square one to find the right solution. And, we may have to settle for a suboptimal medication for better compliance, if that’s what it takes to get him to take his medicine regularly without routine power struggles – because we simply cannot continue this way. I reminded the doctor that he promised me months ago that J would not break him when it came to medicine-taking. “Oh he isn’t going to break me. But he is BENDING me,” he replied.

You’re telling me, doc. You’re telling me.

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Alexander

I am having a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. It just keeps getting worse and worse. I can’t seem to get a handle on it. I have lost all control over it all together and I’m standing by the sidelines watching it spiral away from me.

Tomorrow is bound to be better, I assume, except that I’ve been saying that for weeks now.

I take comfort in the knowledge that it could always be worse. My house hasn’t burnt down recently. I have all four of my beautiful children (relatively) healthy. I have an amazing support structure. I have (most of) the things I want and all of the things that I need. Still, none of this helps the fact that *today* is not going well.

I just want to pick up and move and start all over again, but that is not an option right now. Or is it?

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Randomosity

I feel really nauseated this morning. Every time I turn, I think I might throw up. My husband said, “Maybe you’re pregnant…” He’s smart enough to duck after he says such a thing. We’ve been married long enough and been through this infertility gig long enough for him not to be stupid about it at least…

A friend of mine is pregnant with spontaneous twins. She’s a fertile myrtle. These will be her fourth and fifth children, complete surprises. I’m having trouble keeping the green eyed monster out of me. She was horrible to me when I told her about my HOM pregnancy. She laughed and laughed and refused to acknowledge the seriousness of the situation. She said after it was all over – “See, they’re healthy, what were you ever worried about?” and refused to ever acknowledge that the fact that I almost lost them several times along the way could have any impact on my feelings about the matter. She refuses to accept the fact that a twin pregnancy for her could mean anything different than her normal completely uneventful singleton pregnancies, and I hope she’s right, but she may not be. In her case, she’s probably right though, which makes it even harder for me to keep that green eyed monster at bay. I’m trying to simply be happy for her, and I’m failing. I think the scars of infertility have left me simply jaded and bitter toward certain people, even though this happens to actually be one of the nicest people on the planet in all other matters (and she helped me TREMENDOUSLY throughout my pregnancy/bedrest/and early days of having the babies in the NICU with caring for my older son and bringing meals, etc).

I am seeing my old doctor at Ye Olde Fertility Clinic this afternoon. I am nervous, though I have no reason to be. Either I’ll like what they say and I’ll switch clinics, or I won’t like what they say, and I’ll move forward with The Hatchery. That is, after all, why I’m on BCPs with the plan to start an IVF cycle Jan 24th at The Hatchery just in case. One way or the other, it will work out.

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I Could Save The World!

While I wouldn’t wish a catastrophic house fire on anyone, particularly a family with triplets perilously trapped inside the house, I have to say, I have been honored to have been able to work closely with my friends who recently lost their house to fire. I’ve told you about them. It’s been amazing to see how tremendous the efforts to help this family have been. I’ve been proud to be a member of my Parents of Multiples club, and to see how quickly we can come together as a community to help them. I have been overwhelmed with the kindness and generosity of my triplet mom friends from across the country who have pitched in to help. I have watched with wonder as offers of helped, and donations have poured in to help this family rebuild their lives, slowly but surely. It has been unbelievable to be reminded of the goodness of people, of the kindness of strangers and friends alike, and to see how perfectly a system can come together if we try hard enough.

Most amazingly, I am emerging from this with some of the best friends I could ever ask for, which is a bonus I never would have expected. First, the family who lost their home – while I was friends with the mother of the triplets, we knew each other primarily through our parents of multiples group – I am a board member who runs the monthly programs that she attends. Since we both have triplets, we always talk afterward. But now, we have an irreparable bond. Her husband, also, has become what I believe will be a lifelong friend. And her boys – well, they are something special. And many of the other local triplet moms have become much more close in the past several weeks, something which I never really expected. Oddly, while I’m very close with a LOT of triplet moms in the next state over (you know who you are!), I have only a handful of triplet mom friends here in my state/county. And now I’m getting to know all the local triplet moms, which is great. One in particular is now my new BFF and I can’t believe we’ve never been close before, considering how close she lives to me and how easy it would have been for us to have been in touch all through the last year when my kiddos were first born. Better late than never, I say. Now we are inseparable and on the phone/email/facebook constantly. J

And finally, the kindred spirit I’ve mentioned before. Like my BFF Triplet friend, there’s really no explaining the bond I have with this kindred spirit. We had an instant bond from our first email exchange. Because of our involvement in the relief efforts, I swear we exchange at least 600 emails a day and we’re on the phone with each other at least 20 times a day. We finish each other’s sentences. We answer emails from the group email account before the other can get to them. We read each others’ minds. We delegate to each other what we know we wouldn’t trust anyone else to do (the only other person we trust to delegate to? My triplet BFF! Duh!)

Just when I thought my kindred spirit couldn’t get any better, I received a package in the mail yesterday, when I was feeling lower than low. I’d cleaned up more puke and nasty diapers than I knew what to do with. I was feeling gross and I was praying for sleep, but knowing that the monsters angels were unlikely to nap again given that they’d slept for four freakin’ hours that morning (about double their normal morning nap time). I was covered in goo. I was so icky. But I checked the mail anyway in hopes of a pleasant surprise and I got one! There it was, a package. A package with the logo from the company my kindred spirit works for. “That’s funny,” I thought, “My kindred spirit works there…” And lo, and behold, when I opened it up, there was a tiny little box inside with a short note from this dear, sweet woman, whom I have yet to meet face to face – and the most beautiful, perfect, amazing gift I have ever received (well, actually, my four children are the most beautiful, perfect, amazing gifts I’ve ever received, but aside from them…).

A necklace with two pendants: a cape and a tiara. Inscribed on the cape? “I am fairly certain that given a cape and a nice tiara,” and then you turn it over and it says…

 

“I could save the world!”

 

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