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Now, honestly, this here post would have been better off written in the summer, back when the cost of gas was significantly higher, but I was busy, you know? I mean, I’m still busy, but when is that ever going to end? So here’s the thing: I don’t get why people whine about the cost of gasoline. We Americans have it pretty easy, after all. Have you SEEN what a litre of petrol costs in the UK? Seriously, don’t do a google search on that one, because I’m not sure your little hearts can take it (and to my friends in the UK – bless you for not whining about the cost of petrol, because honestly? I’m about sick of hearing about it on this side of the pond). (Okay, I’ll save you the trouble, last I checked it was £1.46 per litre, which if you convert to dollars, then to gallons, carry the 2, account for my bad math skillz, subtract 70, add the cosign of 84, and turn around three times clockwise, I think converts to a little over $8 per gallon, so suck it up Americanos)

Now, here’s something to actually complain about – have you seen the cost of a gallon of MILK? A gallon of whole milk costs $3.75. That’s for plain, boring whole milk. If you want 1% milk, it’s going to run you $3.99. Now, say you want organic milk – now it’s going to cost you $5.79 and up per gallon. That’s for the store-brand organic variety, by the way. No fancy-schmancy organic varieties here. What if, like my husband or the J-man, you can only tolerate lactose-free milk? Well, then you’re looking at $4.39 per half gallon or $5.99 per 96 ounces.

Now seriously – with the cost of gas here in my neighborhood hovering around a dollar and a half per gallon these days – well, I see nothing to complain about. Heck, even when the cost of gas was hovering closer to $4/gallon, I’m not complaining, but that’s because I’m a giving soul who has better things to complain about – like the cost of milk. Honestly, I couldn’t figure out why no one else is complaining about this! I looked in my refrigerator and saw the piles of money staring back at me – mocking me, mostly – and I was mortified. Where does it all go?

And then it hit me – NORMAL people aren’t filling three toddler’s tummies with milk every day. Plus a five year old. Plus a 6’2″ giant. (Me? I don’t drink milk – you couldn’t pay me to touch the stuff) As it happens, the triplets aren’t drinking much milk anymore, not comparatively, anyway. They drink about 10-12 ounces per day, each. But that’s upwards of 36 ounces per day just for the babies. Plus whatever the J-man drinks. Plus whatever Seth drinks. Plus whatever goes into anything I cook with. We’re going through several gallons of milk per week. I’m guessing… that’s probably not normal, is it?

*Note: When I told Seth I was going to write this post, he said I had to look into “milk price supports” which just got me all kinds of confused and made even less sure I understood the whole issue. Suffice it to say, whether or not the government is artificially inflating the cost of a gallon of milk and whether or not it is for good reason IF they are doing so and whether or not that money is doing good things IF they are doing so, well, I’m still whining about the cost of a gallon of milk this week, because, by golly, I can. And next week, I will stop whining about it, because I’m sure I’ll have something better to whine about. I’m sure you all have perfectly good reasons to tell me I shouldn’t be whining about this and blah blah blah. WhatEVER. I don’t feel well and I spent my week getting puked all over. Give a girl a break, will ya?

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Monday Ellie was sick all day – she had started throwing up Sunday night and threw up much of the day on Monday. She wouldn’t drink anything and was screaming a lot, which is unusual for her, so I’d been on and off the phone with the doctor’s office throughout the day. This should have been my first clue that Tuesday’s “well-child visit” wouldn’t be your standard, run-of-the-mill visit. Fortunately, by Tuesday, Ellie was totally fine – a completely happy, healthy baby.

My second clue should have come Tuesday morning when I took the J-man to school. Because my nanny had the day off from work (her father was flying in from Senegal), I packed the triplets into the car and we all took J to school. We traipsed all the way through the building, went down the elevator (have I mentioned that Abby is terrified of elevators? Sheesh!) and over to his classroom. J’s teachers had never met the triplets, so they were really excited to meet them. Then we made the trek back out of the building, which took forever because of all the people who had to stop us to say, “OMGosh are those triplets??!?” Twenty minutes later I finally got to my van, loaded the babies in, climbed into the driver’s seat and saw that I had just missed a call from J’s teacher. I called her back and she said, “You’re not going to believe this, but there’s a water main break somewhere across the county, but they’re shutting off the water in the building, so they’re closing the school right now.” Fortunately, she brought him out to me, rather than making me pack the babies back up and go back in to get him. So this meant taking all four kids to the pediatrician, like we’re not enough of a three-ring-circus as it is. Oy. (To his credit, J was incredibly well behaved at the pediatrician, despite it being over an hour and a half there)

We got to the appointment and the first order of business was to get everyone undressed to be weighed and measured. The good news: Everyone’s growing! J

Sam: 23 lbs. 14 oz. (40^th %ile), 31″ long (50^th %ile), head circumference 48cm (80^th %ile)
Ellie: 22 lbs. 4 oz. (40^th %ile), 30.5″ long (50^th %ile), head circumference 48cm (85^th %ile)
Abby: 21 lbs. 2 oz. (25^th %ile), 30.5″ long (50^th %ile), head circumference 47 cm (80^th %ile)

I noted that I’m really tiring of people telling me that my babies (Sam and Ellie, especially) are fat. People are downright mean about it sometimes. They tell me how huge these babies are. Dr. B. noted that people forget what a baby physique is supposed to look like and said that not only are the babies not fat, but he pointed out that each and every one of them has a weight percentile that is smaller than their length percentile, so they’re doing just fine. He told me to stop listening to other people, and he also reminded me of how hard we worked to get these babies to grow, particularly Ellie. He’s right, of course. J

He asked how Ellie was feeling, since we’d been on the phone so much the day before. “Oh she’s great,” I said, “It’s like she was never sick at all. I don’t know what I was ever worried abo…” and then Abby threw up. Cheese omelets everywhere. Hey, at least Dr. B. knows for sure I’m feeding them a nutritious breakfast, right? Sigh. The hard part was keeping Ellie and Sam from stepping in it, so Dr. B grabbed them, while I worked on cleaning up the mess and cleaning a screaming Abby up. At least she was only wearing a diaper. Once I got the mess somewhat under control, Dr. B. went off to get some wet paper towels and some Lysol to appease the J-man who was complaining about the stench. Dr. B. isn’t fazed by much, and this was no exception. I was mortified, but he barely batted an eyelash. Once everything was cleaned up, we just continued on with the appointment.

Dr. B. asked me what things we needed to talk about and I talked with him about the fact that Abby doesn’t sleep much – she wakes up a lot at night, doesn’t nap much, and screams bloody murder at the sight of her crib. Only if she’s visibly exhausted does she not put up serious protest. “You have to fix it!” I said. We talked about some various methods of working through it, but essentially, Dr. B. thinks that this is largely behavioral, not physical, and that it is likely her version of separation anxiety. He gave me some suggestions for how to approach it, but mostly said that what we are doing is the appropriate approach. So the good doctor doesn’t have ALL the magic answers, but at least he had some validation for the approach we’re already taking, and that’s good enough for me for the moment.

We also talked about the triplets’ language development. Their expressive language development is definitely delayed, but that’s to be expected with multiples, and if you account for the multiple factor, plus factor in their prematurity, we’re not too worried. Their receptive language skills, on the other hand, are much more delayed, which I knew but I hadn’t been sure how much to worry. We already have Early Intervention services for the babies, and when they suggested I have a speech consult for the babies, I said, “Okay, sure, whatever” thinking it was nothing all that worthwhile, but that it couldn’t hurt. They did, indeed, qualify for speech/language therapy, which will start next month, but I still sort of shrugged it off. I told Dr. B. that I let the Early Intervention folks do my worrying for me. I told him that none of what they evaluated the babies for was anything I would have called them for on my own had they not already been involved with the EI program. But, Dr. B. who is anything but an alarmist, and who nearly always prefers to sit back and let normal development happen at its own pace said that this is the point where he would be telling me to get intervention if I hadn’t already. There are a lot of little things that when you put them all together are starting to raise eyebrows, but for now I’ll just leave that all for another post on another day. For now, it sounds like we’re doing the right thing by getting EI Speech Therapy involved and at least we know we’re moving in the right direction.

Ellie and Sam are expert walkers, and though Abby isn’t walking, we know she can walk, but she seems to lack the confidence to do so. Dr. B said that often with early walkers, they just sort of take off without looking back. Ellie and Sam weren’t early per their actual age, but if you factor in their adjusted age, they were a little on the early side. Abby is starting to push the later side, and he said with later walkers, they’re a little older and more aware of the dangers around them, so they’re far more cautious because they’re afraid of falling down if they start walking. He thinks they’re a little delayed with fine motor skills also, but nothing that can’t be accounted for by adjusting their age, so he’s not worried.

He otherwise declared them healthy (puke aside) and asked me how everything was going in general. I said that we are really blessed. We have three easy babies, and the best big brother in the universe. If anyone had been able to adequately convey to me how great this was going to be, maybe I would have freaked out slightly less in the early weeks of my pregnancy. He said that’s a variation on the theme that he hears from a lot of twin moms who say that getting through the first year is so terrible, but that the rewards after that make it all worth it. I don’t feel that the first year was awful at all – I do credit Seth and myself for a lot of it, because I think we did a very good job keeping our lives sane and making sure our babies didn’t overwhelm us, but mostly, we had very easy, perfect babies. Though they had their challenges (especially Ellie with her heart monitor and failure to thrive diagnosis), all in all, they were not the burdens we were prepared for, they have been a joy from the very beginning. And look at them now? Three healthy, beautiful babies toddlers. I reminded Dr. B. how close I came to losing them at 22 weeks. These babies – these babies could have not been here at all. So if my biggest concern today is that their receptive language skills are delayed? Well, then I declare that they are perfect. Dr. B. said that’s a very healthy attitude to have. And on that note, we said goodbye for another three months. At least, I *hope* I don’t see him for another three months!

While I was waiting for the nurse to come in with their vaccinations (just 2 this time), Abby threw up again. This time, she was wearing a shirt, which was ruined, but fortunately, she wasn’t yet wearing pants or socks… I cleaned things up as well as I could. The nurse came in to give everyone their shots and J went out to the waiting room, preferring not to witness such barbaric treatment of his siblings. When the nurse left, I got everyone dressed and Abby threw up again just before I got her into her fleece coat. Sigh. I cleaned it up (AGAIN) and got her back into the stroller bundled up in her coat, and went out to check out and make their next appointment. While I was making the next appointment, Abby threw up again. Sigh. Finally, we got into the car for the 15 minute drive home. We were 12 minutes into the drive when she threw up again, not much this time, because, let’s face it, there wasn’t much left.

I put Abby straight to bed, and put Sam and Ellie into high chairs to feed them a very late lunch and then put them down for a nap also. My mother in law picked up the J-man to take him out of my hair for the afternoon. The babies slept until nearly 5pm when Seth came home. If I’d been more alert, I might have taken this as a clue that something was amiss, but I just figured it was that they’d missed most of their morning nap and gone down later than usual… I got the kids out of bed and we were in the living room when Sam started throwing up. I whisked him off to the bedroom to strip him down and change his diaper so that I could get him into a bath – poor thing, he looked so sad and scared in the bathtub. L I put Sammy into PJ’s and brought him into the dining room where the girls were standing watching Seth work in the kitchen. Suddenly, Ellie threw up. Ellie who had been totally fine for nearly 24 hours! Then we realized that Abby’s diaper smelled like sewage, literally, so I changed her and threw Ellie and Abby into the bathtub and got both of them into PJs and put everybody to bed.

Seth wasn’t feeling great, so he went to lie down. Meanwhile, my mother in law and brother in law, returned the J-man to the house and came bearing presents for Chanukah. So I made Seth get out of bed to come greet everyone. The instant Seth walked into the living room, he turned and ran straight to the bathroom and started throwing up, which woke Ellie up. So I went in and took her out of bed because she was screaming, but I looked over and realized that Sam was sleeping in a pool of vomit, and for good measure, his diaper smelled to high heaven. I calmed Ellie down, took Sam out of his crib, cleaned him off, changed his PJ’s and held him for a while until Seth was well enough to change Sam’s crib. I apologized to my MIL and BIL a few times, and they eventually excused themselves. Clearly this just wasn’t a good night for the Cohens. Sigh. Poor Sam was so tired and sad. J was crying because he was scared about all the throwing up, so I was trying to calm him down also. Finally, I was able to put Sam back in his crib, Ellie calmed down, J realized the world wasn’t ending and I thought everything was fine, but then Abby started screaming – her diaper needed to be changed. Throughout the night, I had to keep checking on the babies, because Sam kept throwing up, but never woke up when he did, so I had to make sure he was okay. I also had to keep changing diapers throughout the night. Finally at 5am, I couldn’t take the crying and I made Seth go up to deal with Abby’s cries, but when I heard they weren’t stopping, I went upstairs to help and realized that there was too much poop and puke for one person to handle. So I dealt with her, while he dealt with changing sheets again. And then I collapsed back into bed.

It was a long and horrific day. Sam got really dehydrated. Ellie kept throwing up. Abby got better and worse again. Ugh. Several phone calls to the doctor’s office. The works. Seth thought he was okay to go to the office, but it turned out, not so much, so he came home early. Today, he had no choice but to go to work, because there was no one to cover his shift. And today, Mommy got sick.

The only one who’s been spared in all this mess is the J-man. Now, here’s an interesting factoid about Norovirus (which is most likely what we have)… people with blood Type A or AB have an inherent immunity to norovirus. Seth and I (and consequently the triplets) are Type O+. We don’t know J’s blood type – but I’m going to place a small wager that it’s A or AB…

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My law school advisor died this month and I just found out.  I missed the funeral, which was 12/15.  I would have liked to have gone to it, despite how I feel about that godforsaken school.  He was one of the few people there that really made me feel like a human being and who treated me with respect and dignity when things were at their worst.  I only spent one year there, but he had an impact on me – he reminded me of some of the goodness left in people and I'm sorry to hear of this sad news.

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The J-man has been begging me for candy rings for months.  Unfortunately, they aren't easy to come by where we live.  At least, it's not easy to come by kosher candy rings where we live.  And, you know, I'd do just about anything to get him to take his medicine these days, I'm betting a beautiful candy ring would make for a fine bribe for medicine-taking.  

And finally, FINALLY, my friend R pointed me in the direction of Oh Nuts!  If you're ever in Brooklyn, this is the place to stop.  But better yet, if you can't make it to Brooklyn, check out their website.  After all, I'm rarely in Brooklyn, and with four kids, the odds of me making it to Brooklyn anytime soon are rather slim.

So I was SO thrilled to find the Oh Nuts! website tonight.  They had candy rings, candy pacifies, kosher gummy dinosaurs even!  Oh, and let's not stop there!  They even had … are you ready?  Kosher gummy cokes!  By the pound!  I am in heaven.  I could not ask for better.  These were a special treat that I fell in love with as a child in Europe and I haven't been able to find them as an adult, and I'm just so thrilled to have access to them now! 

Ordering was a *snap* and I'm eagerly awaiting my order.  I can't WAIT for my order to arrive!

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Received the following email from one of the folks I'm working closely with these days:

Forgot to tell you – Tiny stress zit appeared on nose.  Have decided to blame on Q…  Should I post
on chez perky?

I love her.  Truly, I do.

I have to say, I'm not sleeping much these days.  I'm working too much.  There's programming for my multiples club.  There's parenting 101.  There's cleaning in the house (that's pretty much not getting done).  I've got a neighbor who just had a hip replaced and I'm doing her laundry for her once a week.  There's a friend whose triplets are in the hospital with the flu and pneumonia.  There's my friend who's triplets are in the ICU because of the fire and the huge relief effort and coordination associated with that.   There's the fact that I don't like loose ends so even when it isn't my "shift" I'm right there working on the things that I had hanging around the day before.  There's my actual job – you know, the one I get paid for?  The software release coming out in a couple weeks.  The new policy that's getting released at the same time that I'm writing.  The meetings.  The training modules to develop.  The data reviews.  There's the meal preparation and the daily grind.  There's the fact that I have a minor dental emergency that I have to take care of tomorrow.  My car needs servicing and heaven knows when THAT'S going to happen.  There's getting J to (and from) school and speech therapy.  There's the class we're taking.  There's my friend who found out her dog is dying.  There's the fact that my husband won't be home tonight.  There's life, you know?  Did I mention I've been sick?

But then?  There's finding the kindred sprits among us amidst all of the other crap going on in life.    It just makes it all okay.

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I know things keep changing on how to help the Petrucelli Family, but this is hopefully the Final Word (for now).  Now we have some hopefully-permanent mechanisms in place and this should make things far more efficient.  Below is the email that we've sent out.  Many of you have asked me if you can circulate this information to your own mom's groups or multiples groups.  Please do.  If you would like the non-redacted version to send out, please leave a comment and I'll send it to you.

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Many people have asked me about how to help the family I posted about earlier. 

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The triplet community is a close-knit community, both online and in real life.  There just aren't that many of us, so we tend to stick together.  So when tragedy hits a triplet family, we all feel it whether we know the family personally or not.

Today, tragedy struck a family I know well, and I am truly heartbroken for this family who has already been through so much.  My good friend, A, has 28 month old triplet boys.  She fought so hard to have those boys, suffered a tremendously difficult miscarriage, a difficult journey through infertility, and finally got pregnant with these beautiful triplets.  She was on complete bed rest for most of the pregnancy, and literally nearly died while delivering them.  Suffice it to say, she's had more than her share of suffering in this world.

Today, her nanny put her boys down for a nap as always, and went out to the back porch to get a breath of fresh air, only to discover that the porch was engulfed in flames.  She alerted the boys' father, who was home, and ran upstairs to get the boys out of their cribs.  Unfortunately, by that time, the fire had spread too far, and the nanny, the boys, and the father were trapped in the house.  Firefighters rushed to the scene and were able to get them out of the house, but had some difficulty getting the boys out of the cribs because of the crib tents. 

The father was treated for inhalation injuries and minor burns and sent to a local hospital.  The triplets were rushed to Children's Hospital for inhalation injuries.  Though most news stories reported that the boys were in critical condition and suffered serious burns (2nd and 3rd degree), my understanding, from more reliable sources) is that the boys did NOT suffer serious burns and are in serious, but NOT critical condition.  UPDATE:  The boys suffered severe inhalation injuries and have been intubated and sedated.  They are in critical condition, but did not suffer any burn injuries.  They are expected to spend at least a week to 10 days in the hospital.

The house is completely destroyed.  It took over 75 firefighters to put the fire out.  They still don't know what started the fire.

AS, the mother, was in Philadelphia today, but obviously has rushed back to be with her husband and children.  She is obviously so lucky that her husband and children should be okay, but this is an incredibly traumatic experience to have to go through, particularly so close to the holidays. 

It astounds me how quickly the triplet community rallied around the family to help them. Not just the triplet community, but the multiples community in general, actually.  I was first alerted to the situation by the President of the Parents of Multiples Club that I am on the board for.  Shortly thereafter, I got an email from my triplets group.  By then, AS had already been offered a place to stay, another triplet mom was at the hospital with the family, and we were working together to see what the family needed.

Mostly what the family needs right this instant is thoughts and prayers.  But soon, they will need clothes and toys and books for the children (not to mention themselves).  They have lost everything, really.  Everything.  I've already gotten a couple offers of things from other triplet moms from further out who are going to give me some things to give to AS, and I am sure there will be more offers.  I know that another difficult aspect of this is that this is coming so close to the holidays, and I have no idea what this will mean for their Christmas celebrations.   Hopefully, we'll be able to rally around to help them with that as well. 

I am heartbroken for them, but so proud of the community I belong to now.  We really do take care of each other.  My thoughts and prayers are with AS and her family tonight.

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I know I haven't been blogging much lately.  There have been a lot of Jewish holidays in the last month that have gotten in the way of me being able to blog.  But life is back to just it's normal craziness now, so I should be back to somewhat normal blogginess again.

We recently had the pleasure of having a couple over for dinner who is expecting triplets.  We had such a good time, and we got to show off our awesome babies, which is always fun for us.  Most importantly, I hope that we were able to pass along some of the experience that we've collected over the past year and a half through my pregnancy and through parenting these three beautiful babies.   I remember how hard it was to find out I was expecting triplets – it was the last piece of news I ever wanted to hear and I didn't react to it well.  Worse, we got a lot of negative response from people about what we had in store for us on the other end – doctors, friends, strangers. I was terrified of what was coming.  This couple is finding their experience to be similar (though thankfully they aren't hearing the same negativity from their doctors that I heard in the beginning).  Their friends are telling them how hard life will be – that they'll never sleep again, that the husband won't ever be able to travel for work again, that life as they know it is OVER. 

While I acknowledge that life after triplets will never be the same again, I would argue that life after any kids is never the same.  Your priorities shift, your lifestyle shifts, your dreams and desires shift. 

That being said, our lives are not OVER.  We still have fun.  We do sleep.  Frankly?  Life with triplets is an awful lot easier than I ever thought it could be.  Yes, it's a lot of work.  But it's not nearly as much work as I'd imagined it would be.  Even in the beginning when life was all about feed-a-baby, change-a-baby, feed-a-baby, change-a-baby, feed-a-baby, change-a-baby, pump, lather-rinse-repeat, it didn't feel as overwhelming as I expected it to.  Sure, we had moments when we were so tired we would have done just about anything for an extra hour of sleep, but I'd be willing to bet that most parents of singletons feel the same way. 

Seriously, I'm not trying to say that parenting triplets is easy, but the fact of the matter it's all we really know.  We didn't get to know what parenting the J-man was like until he was a year old, so the only babies we've ever had are the triplets, and so they are our only baseline.  Since it's all we know, it's really not that hard.  Seth and I both work full time.  We've got a five year old in kindergarten who has his own activities and appointments.  Seth's gone on business trips, I've survived and done just fine.  We watch movies together (mostly at home, but it's together time).  We've even managed to go out together a couple of times.  We have babies that go to bed at 6:30 like clockwork every night.  We do the things we want to do, we prioritize the things we have to.  But we haven't given up everything.  I'm on my synagogue board, the board of the local parents of multiples club, and I am working with the nurse educator at my local NICU to develop a parent volunteer program.   Seth helps me find time for all of these things and I do my best to help him find time for the things he wants to do.  Our lives are most decidedly NOT over.  I do more now than I did before I got pregnant.  I am more involved in the community than I ever was before.  No, my life is not over – it's just beginning.

The thing is, I was terrified to have triplets.  I thought my life would be over.  I thought it would be too hard.  I thought I would never get out of my house again.  I thought I wouldn't be able to breastfeed.  I thought I wouldn't be able to bond with my babies.  I thought I wouldn't be able to spend time with my children as individuals. I thought I wouldn't be able to go back to work.  I thought I wouldn't be able to sleep ever again.  I thought I wouldn't be able to see anyone ever again. I thought I wouldn't have any fun or enjoy my children at all.

I was wrong about all of these things.  The last year has been so much easier than I ever thought possible.  (I'm sure I'll feel differently when they're teenagers, but that would have been hard even if they'd been different ages.)

Best of all, I've met some of the most incredible women and families in the world because of being a triplet mom – and I feel so lucky for that.  And tonight I got to see some of them, so I'll blog more about that next time! 

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Here are some posts I’ve been meaning to write. Maybe I’ll get around to them someday…

– The Birthday Party (yeah, probably not; the short story: it was in a park, it was a good party, the sad part of the story was that Abby’s cake got destroyed on the way to the park, so she didn’t have one of the individual building block cakes like Sam and Ellie had, even though I stayed up late and made her one. I was sad. Otherwise, the party was a smashing success)

– State of ADHD / LD Treatment (I definitely need to write this one; Reader’s Digest Version: We switched medicines again, this is going well, but J’s still not eating much, which is not great. He’s otherwise doing well, and we had a great team meeting with the Dev. Pediatrician, his teacher and the school director. He’s also doing well with speech therapy and making some good progress. I’ll give more info in an actual post)

– State of Future Fertility Treatment (Also a definite future post – short story, Maryland mandatory insurance coverage is only sort of mandatory, which sucks. Postponing future fertility treatment until the start of next year. Yes, I’m still crazy enough to want another baby.)

– When are you going to Wean Already? (Never! Okay, not never, but it seems that way. I thought they were ready to wean, but then as soon as I said the word out loud, Sam and Ellie started nursing with a vengeance. Not surprisingly, this coincided with the day I took away the bottles. Well, I guess I just pretty much told you what I needed to tell you, so I guess I don’t need to write a post. Anywhozit, I guess I’ll be weaning between now and January. But I’m still going to stop pumping soon, even if Sam and Ellie aren’t weaned yet, even though that DOES seem a bit unfair to Abby.)

– On the SuperMom Phenomenon (not me, everyone else)

– An UnPrecedented Political Post (may never happen, but it might. I’ve never done this before, but for once in my life I actually CARE about politics)

– FAQ’s and also an opportunity for you to ask your burning questions. Actually, go ahead and do that. Do you have any questions for me? Anything you’ve been wondering about triplet mamahood? Or about me in general or about ADHD or about life as a kooky supermom with a cape (remember Edna’s words of advice, “No Capes!” Capes are the downfall of every superhero!)? People have asked me all sorts of things from what the sleep deprivation (you just do) is like to how I deal with three babies crying at once (mine rarely do that) to where I find my baby food recipes (who needs a recipe?) to what my favorite part of being a mom is (I have to pick one favorite part? Crazy talk!). So go ahead and ask away!

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