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Stressful Week (so far…)

March 5, 2009 by chezperky

It’s been a difficult week, but there have been many upsides.

First, the hospital visit:
The triplets have had a cold for about 10-12 days. It was nothing more than a runny nose, so I didn’t think much of it. But over the weekend, Ellie started coughing. And coughing some more. And then some more coughing. That was Saturday. Then Sunday the coughing got worse and was accompanied by a what I thought might be a little wheezing, but it wasn’t so bad. And I thought, “Well, if it gets any worse, I’ll take her to the doctor tomorrow. I’m sure she’s fine.” Sunday evening, I put her to bed and she woke up within an hour coughing and crying, completely miserable. She was definitely wheezing. I paged the doctor on call (the doctor I don’t love), and told her what was going on and she said, “Well, there’s not a lot you can do for coughing other than steam treatments. She might have an ear infection also, so you can try giving her Tylenol or ibuprofen and see if that helps. Call me if it gets worse.” But my baby! My baby was wheezing. I called my friend who’s a pediatrician down the block and told her what was going on. She said she could listen to her, but if she was wheezing and really laboring to breathe, she needed to go to the emergency room. Within an hour of having talked to my doctor-on-call, it was clear that my baby really couldn’t breathe. So I called my doctor back, told her I was taking her to the ER, and left.

We were seen immediately, and they immediately checked her pulseox, gave her steroids, albuterol via nebulizer, got a chest x-ray, gave her a thorough work up. The first albuterol treatment helped a little, then she regressed. The second albuterol treatment didn’t help at all. The chest x-ray was pure misery. They put my baby girl in this horrible medieval torture device that she hated and she raged against. The x-ray technician thought she was going to break it, her rage made her so strong. I secretly thanked heaven for her strength. Strength and rage was better than lethargy. Secretly, I didn’t blame her for raging against that contraption. I would have, too. The x-ray was consistent with an upper respiratory infection, but showed no signs of pneumonia. She continued to wheeze, gasp for air, her pulseox continued to drop, so the ER doctor decided to admit her.

My poor baby. My Eliana.

Eliana means “Please, My God” (as in a prayer) or “My God has answered” (we actually spell it the second way). Though I was certain she would be fine, I was obviously praying for her to be fine. My prayers were answered and she was released Monday evening. Not without a little drama which I won’t relay here in the interests of time.

She’s still on prednisone (almost done with that) and albuterol (every four hours until we decide she doesn’t need it). And she’s been diagnosed with Reactive Airway Disease, and possibly asthma. She’ll likely need nebulizer (albuterol) treatments every time she gets any sort of cough/upper respiratory virus for the long term. But at least now we know what’s going on. The virus she got this time could have been anything, just a cold, RSV, whatever. They don’t know. But for sure, the other triplets have it, too, but not to worry – to them, it shouldn’t be anything more than a bad cold/upper respiratory infection.

Why Tuesday Sucked Mightily
After having gone 45 hours without sleep, I slept nearly 8 hours Monday night, which was miraculous. Tuesday was a rush of activity – taking Ellie to the doctor, trying to squeeze in some work, etc. Took J-man to speech therapy and on the way… *WHAM* I was rear-ended. No damage to my car, but my head started pounding immediately and my neck was really stiff. Still, no harm, no foul. Second time I’ve been rear-ended on my way to Speech Therapy in six weeks. Sigh.

Speech therapist was running 10 minutes behind, fortunately, not a big deal, but I was tired, I didn’t want to be running behind tonight of all nights. Sigh. On the way out of the office, I called Seth to see what his status was – it was nearly six o’clock… he should have been halfway home. He didn’t answer his cell phone, so I paged him. And he called me back. From his office number.

“What on earth are you still doing in Baltimore??”
“Well, if you’ll give me a chance, I’ll tell you what happened.”

His car wouldn’t start. And someone in the garage tried to jumpstart the battery, but no dice. Le Sigh. Fortunately, it was a Tuesday. We have a babysitter on Tuesdays. So I got the J-man home, got Ellie her nebulizer treatment and her prednisone, got the babies to bed, got the J-man his dinner, packed up my things, and headed to Baltimore to rescue my husband, who meanwhile had called Roadside Assist to tow his car (they wouldn’t tow all the way back home, but would tow somewhere close to his work to someplace that would replace the battery the next day… he just needed me to pick him up so that he could get home for the night).

Half-way to Baltimore, he called and said, “A miracle happened – Roadside Assist was able to get my car started.”

Needless to say, I still made the man take me to dinner.

Wednesday Doesn’t Get Much Better
I woke up Wednesday feeling like I had been hit by a truck. Worse, Abby woke up sounding like she’d been hit by a truck. Poor baby. She was wheezing, coughing, struggling for air. I made a mid-afternoon appointment for her with the pediatrician.

And by mid-afternoon? She was fine. That’s what tends to happen with these things, by the way. Worst at night and first thing in the morning. Clear up during the day. Le Sigh.

By evening, Abby was just awful. She was wheezing, gasping for air, coughing. She couldn’t sleep. She screamed so much, she went hoarse by the next morning. She was miserable. Finally, we paged the doctor and gave her a nebulizer treatment which seemed to help.

Now I wonder if I have two babies with reactive airway disease. It’s certainly not outside the realm of possibility, since they were both premature babies, and premature babies are obviously predisposed to respiratory issues, though as premature babies go, they were very healthy and escaped most of the respiratory issues that many premature babies have, since they were triplets (premature HOMs, especially ones born as late as mine were, tend to have more mature lungs than premature singletons because they get more respiratory stimulation in utero than singletons do).

Which Brings Us to Today
Everyone is recovering, including Mommy. It’s just been a rough week. I just wish there were more hours to sleep. I keep saying maybe tomorrow, but then the other shoe drops. Gosh, I have a lot of shoes.

The Good News:

Currently, none of my children are in the hospital, and they are all on the mend.
My husband’s car has been repaired. We had a lovely dinner in Baltimore.
My car sustained no damage in the minor accident I had. J-man was also unharmed.
J-man made it to Speech Therapy on Tuesday and had a successful (if bouncy) session.
I’m married to a delightful, wonderful man who takes care of me when I’m at my wits’ end.
I have so many supportive and wonderful friends, and such wonderful family.
I am very blessed.

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Response

March 5, 2009 by chezperky

BettyRubble wrote a comment:
To be honest, I think [the Georgia bill on embryo transfer limitations is] very reasonable. It is unfortunate that it took the birth of octuplets to “command” that a bill be nessessary when most doctors use common sense for how many embryo’s to transfer. I could see an uproar if they said one regardless, but two is reasonable.

Note: Here is the bill. I recommend reading through it.

And I responded… not nearly as articulate as my original post, but this will do for the moment:
If it were JUST about limiting the number of embryos transferred I MIGHT agree with you IN THEORY. (Except that I will never agree with legislating something which I believe needs to be a discretionary medical decision – particularly in a state that does not have an insurance mandate. If the state of Georgia isn’t going to mandate that insurance companies help PAY for IVF then limiting IVF in this manner is just plain ridiculous).

HOWEVER, they don’t just limit the number of embryos to be TRANSFERRED in a cycle. They limit the number of embryos to be CREATED in a cycle. And that is ridiculous. This means that for a woman under 40, only 2 eggs can be fertilized in an IVF cycle and no one will ever have any embryos to freeze (they are specifically trying to avoid a case where anyone will ever have cryopreserved embryos – so that they won’t have a Nadya Suleman who has six embryos frozen and decides to transfer them all at once – I get that, but it’s stupid, because she’s the EXCEPTION). (by the way, this is, I believe, the practice that Italy follows – and they have possibly the lowest IVF success rates in the world).

So if you only fertilize 2 eggs – and hey, guess what? That’s going to mean everyone has to use ICSI from now on, so tack on $5K to every cycle cost at the expense of the individual since there’s no insurance mandate in the great state of Georgia! Anyway, so if you only fertilize 2 eggs, you’re now facing the well-known attrition rate that you always face in the embryology lab. Many women won’t ever make it to transfer.

Yes, you can freeze the eggs that you don’t fertilize. But there’s a reason this isn’t commonly done. Egg cryopreservation is relatively new – eggs are far more fragile than embryos and don’t withstand the cryopreservation process nearly as heartily as embryos do. They don’t survive at nearly as frequent a rate as embryos do, and we all know that even embryos have a pretty high attrition rate in the thawing process (though that attrition rate is getting better over time).

So say neither of your two embryos make it to transfer. Now you’ve got a woman who’s lost a whole shitload of money on her IVF cycle and now has to scrape together money for an FET – oh wait! there IS no FET. But they’ll thaw a couple of her eggs – IF they survive and hopefully make 2 more embryos – IF they can – and then she’s stuck in a holding pattern on Lupron and estrace (PLEASANT drugs to be on LET ME TELL YOU!) while she’s waiting to see if this is even going to work, and maybe while they sit around trying to see if this will even work, and hoping that her lining gets to be thick enough, and, oh gosh, that darned attrition rate, well, we only got one crappy embryo out of it because one of them didn’t make it and the other egg was a little damaged coming out of the thaw process. So we’ll transfer one in a patient who wasn’t actually an ideal candidate for eSET.

Oh and I’m ALL FOR eSET in the ideal patient set, remember. But eSET is best used when you’ve got a bunch of embryos that you culture out to day 5 and let natural selection choose which one is the best one. And remember, I had 9 embryos growing on Day 2 for my last IVF cycle. By Day 5, I had 4 almost-blastocysts (morulas) I think. By Day 6 I had 2 blastocysts to choose from and a couple struggling ones. Nothing made it to freeze, including that second blastocyst.

Nothing.

So Georgia’s worries about me having six embryos leftover to freeze from my 9 embryos I started out with? Hogwash.

Per the Wall Street Journal: The bill was drafted in part by Georgia Right to Life, an organization that opposes abortion and seeks regulation that would treat embryos as human beings. “To us it’s a human-rights issue,” said Daniel Becker, Georgia Right to Life’s president. Embryos deserve legal protection “as living human beings and not as property,” he said.

This is where I take issue. Turning IVF into a Right to Life issue gets my blood boiling.

The bill further states that the embryos are NOT the property of anyone and that any custody disputes arising about the embryos will be decided by the judicial body “in the best interests of the embryo.” Now, that’s a standard used in custody cases for children. How exactly is the judicial body going to apply that standard to a blob of cells sitting in a petrie dish?

“Nadya Suleman is going to cost the state of California millions of dollars over the years; the taxpayers are going to have to fund the 14 children she has,” Republican state Sen. Ralph T. Hudgens, one of the sponsors of the bill, said in an interview. “I don’t want that to happen in Georgia.”

Tell me that isn’t him admitting this was a knee-jerk reaction?

I can’t condone a law that was written, not with the aide of medical practitioners with time and thought put into it, but in a knee-jerk reaction, with a mere month between the time of the birth of those octuplets and the release of this bill and written by politicians and the Georgia Right to Life.

The bill (if passed as written) will shut down the Georgia IVF industry as far as I can figure – because people will simply go out of state to get better, more successful, care – a multi-million dollar industry for their state.

And that is only the tip of the iceberg on what my issue with the bill is.

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Gah!

March 5, 2009 by chezperky

I wrote a very articulate and scathing post about Georgia’s proposed bill on restricting the number of embryos transferred and created in an IVF cycle.

But then I went to copy the post to my clipboard before posting it just in case anything happened to it while posting it and a slip of the keyboard erased the entire post.

Suffice it to say, I was brilliant. And I might re-write the post later, but, um… not now.

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Response

March 5, 2009 by chezperky

BettyRubble wrote a comment:
To be honest, I think [the Georgia bill on embryo transfer limitations is] very reasonable. It is unfortunate that it took the birth of octuplets to "command" that a bill be nessessary when most doctors use common sense for how many embryo's to transfer. I could see an uproar if they said one regardless, but two is reasonable.

Note: Here is the bill. I recommend reading through it.

And I responded… not nearly as articulate as my original post, but this will do for the moment:
If it were JUST about limiting the number of embryos transferred I MIGHT agree with you IN THEORY. (Except that I will never agree with legislating something which I believe needs to be a discretionary medical decision – particularly in a state that does not have an insurance mandate. If the state of Georgia isn't going to mandate that insurance companies help PAY for IVF then limiting IVF in this manner is just plain ridiculous).

HOWEVER, they don't just limit the number of embryos to be TRANSFERRED in a cycle. They limit the number of embryos to be CREATED in a cycle. And that is ridiculous. This means that for a woman under 40, only 2 eggs can be fertilized in an IVF cycle and no one will ever have any embryos to freeze (they are specifically trying to avoid a case where anyone will ever have cryopreserved embryos – so that they won't have a Nadya Suleman who has six embryos frozen and decides to transfer them all at once – I get that, but it's stupid, because she's the EXCEPTION). (by the way, this is, I believe, the practice that Italy follows – and they have possibly the lowest IVF success rates in the world).

So if you only fertilize 2 eggs – and hey, guess what? That's going to mean everyone has to use ICSI from now on, so tack on $5K to every cycle cost at the expense of the individual since there's no insurance mandate in the great state of Georgia! Anyway, so if you only fertilize 2 eggs, you're now facing the well-known attrition rate that you always face in the embryology lab. Many women won't ever make it to transfer.

Yes, you can freeze the eggs that you don't fertilize. But there's a reason this isn't commonly done. Egg cryopreservation is relatively new – eggs are far more fragile than embryos and don't withstand the cryopreservation process nearly as heartily as embryos do. They don't survive at nearly as frequent a rate as embryos do, and we all know that even embryos have a pretty high attrition rate in the thawing process (though that attrition rate is getting better over time).

So say neither of your two embryos make it to transfer. Now you've got a woman who's lost a whole shitload of money on her IVF cycle and now has to scrape together money for an FET – oh wait! there IS no FET. But they'll thaw a couple of her eggs – IF they survive and hopefully make 2 more embryos – IF they can – and then she's stuck in a holding pattern on Lupron and estrace (PLEASANT drugs to be on LET ME TELL YOU!) while she's waiting to see if this is even going to work, and maybe while they sit around trying to see if this will even work, and hoping that her lining gets to be thick enough, and, oh gosh, that darned attrition rate, well, we only got one crappy embryo out of it because one of them didn't make it and the other egg was a little damaged coming out of the thaw process. So we'll transfer one in a patient who wasn't actually an ideal candidate for eSET.

Oh and I'm ALL FOR eSET in the ideal patient set, remember. But eSET is best used when you've got a bunch of embryos that you culture out to day 5 and let natural selection choose which one is the best one. And remember, I had 9 embryos growing on Day 2 for my last IVF cycle. By Day 5, I had 4 almost-blastocysts (morulas) I think. By Day 6 I had 2 blastocysts to choose from and a couple struggling ones. Nothing made it to freeze, including that second blastocyst.

Nothing.

So Georgia's worries about me having six embryos leftover to freeze from my 9 embryos I started out with? Hogwash.

Per the Wall Street Journal: The bill was drafted in part by Georgia Right to Life, an organization that opposes abortion and seeks regulation that would treat embryos as human beings. "To us it's a human-rights issue," said Daniel Becker, Georgia Right to Life's president. Embryos deserve legal protection "as living human beings and not as property," he said.

This is where I take issue. Turning IVF into a Right to Life issue gets my blood boiling.

The bill further states that the embryos are NOT the property of anyone and that any custody disputes arising about the embryos will be decided by the judicial body "in the best interests of the embryo." Now, that's a standard used in custody cases for children. How exactly is the judicial body going to apply that standard to a blob of cells sitting in a petrie dish?

"Nadya Suleman is going to cost the state of California millions of dollars over the years; the taxpayers are going to have to fund the 14 children she has," Republican state Sen. Ralph T. Hudgens, one of the sponsors of the bill, said in an interview. "I don't want that to happen in Georgia."

Tell me that isn't him admitting this was a knee-jerk reaction?

I can't condone a law that was written, not with the aide of medical practitioners with time and thought put into it, but in a knee-jerk reaction, with a mere month between the time of the birth of those octuplets and the release of this bill and written by politicians and the Georgia Right to Life.

And that is only the tip of the iceberg on what my issue with the bill is.

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Gah!

March 5, 2009 by chezperky

I wrote a very articulate and scathing post about Georgia's proposed bill on restricting the number of embryos transferred and created in an IVF cycle.

But then I went to copy the post to my clipboard before posting it just in case anything happened to it while posting it and a slip of the keyboard erased the entire post.

Suffice it to say, I was brilliant. And I might re-write the post later, but, um… not now.

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Inquiring Mind(s) Want to Know!

March 1, 2009 by chezperky

So because I have no life, and apparently have copious spare time on my hands, I was poking around Ye Olde Fertility Clinic’s Website, as I am wont to do this evening. Actually, I can’t remember why I was doing it, but I think this time I actually had a reason I was poking around there. But anyway, they have all sorts of useful information, so I poke around there frequently. They recently reworked the website and it’s pretty and fun and has new stuff on it all the time, and, well, see the aforementioned statement about my lack of a life and my copious spare time, and you’ll see why I spend my time poking around their website. Besides, J (Marketing Supervisor Extraordinaire) was recognized for his wondermousness at Ye Olde Fertility Clinic for his hard work and dedication on the website re-design, so I figure I owe it to him to spend countless hours ~~critiquing~~ perusing his handiwork.

ANYWAY, I was poking around and I noticed that they have a new poll up for site visitors to fill out. The poll asks Who do you think should have the final say in the number of embryos transferred back in an IVF cycle? The possible answers are “Doctor” and “Patient”.

I had a knee-jerk reaction to what my answer was (what? Me? Opinionated?), of course. And I thought for a little while longer about what other answers there could be and what the other arguments there were, and then… nope, I’m still sticking by my answer. But I want to know your opinion. But then I got to thinking that there are a lot of other relevant questions out there that are somewhat related and I want to know what you think of those questions, too!

The poll is anonymous – so please don’t hesitate to fill it out, even if you’re not a frequent commenter, and let me know what you think:

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Good News, Bad News

March 1, 2009 by chezperky

The Good News: I have permission to switch my pill to the OrthoCyclen. I’ll note that I did this without permission anyway, knowing that it would be fine, but it is nice to know that it’s all fine.

The Bad News: My head still hurts like a bitch, which you can tell by the fact that I’m swearing like a sailor (which I rarely do in print, though I usually do in person).

The Good News: Despite my head hurting so much, the nausea is gone. I no longer feel like I have perpetual morning sickness, which is good, because if I have to have morning sickness, I damn well better be getting a baby 9 months later.

The Bad News: I have terrible, awful cramps, which makes no sense, because, hello? That should be over by now. But it’s not and I am not amused. In fact, I am quite ticked off at my effed-up body right now. In fact, the pain I’ve been feeling is quite severe and I am not enjoying it. I’ve been having visions of getting in for my Lupron evaluation (which isn’t for another several weeks, btw, so it’s not like it’s looming, or anything) and having SuperDoc say, “You are benched, Oh Perky One! Look at those Ginormous Cysts on those seriously un-Perky Ovaries of yours!” But I’m sure it’s all in my head, and due largely to the copious amounts of painkillers I’ve been swallowing for the aforementioned throbbing head and now very crampy ovarian region.

The Good News: Only two more weeks of BCPs.

The Bad News: I start Lupron March 11th. More headaches to come.

The Good News: IVF #2 is looming.

The Bad News: IVF #2 is looming. I am petrified of failing a second time. I know this is ridiculous. I can’t not bother starting just because I am petrified of failing. That would be ridiculous. For some reason, though, I was really okay with IVF#1 not working. As hard as any negative cycle is to swallow, I was expecting it and I think I handled it with my characteristic grace and humour. I haven’t even gone out and gotten stinking drunk yet (don’t think I haven’t thought about it). The thought of IVF#2 failing is absolutely petrifying. Please don’t just say, “Oh, but this one will work.” No one knows that. It either will or it won’t, and clearly right now I’m not in my happy, perky place. Maybe I’ll be there tomorrow. But right now? I’m not. Right now I need to work through what I’m going to do if it doesn’t work (aside from the logistical obviousness of – duh! I’ll do IVF #3… my last cycle covered at Ye Olde Fertility Clinic before I return to The Hatchery where I’ll have approximately 2 cycles covered under my husband’s insurance, good heavens, I hope it doesn’t come to that).

The Good News: I’m getting way ahead of myself.

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Survey

February 28, 2009 by chezperky

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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BCPs and Celebrity Status Again

February 27, 2009 by chezperky

Before my first IVF cycle, I took Ortho Cyclen for about 5 weeks (Maybe longer? I’d have to go back and look at my calendar, but whatever, it was a while). My last two weeks on the pill I cried every day. Multiple times a day. I thought that pretty much sucked and I didn’t love it. But you know? I could live with that, especially since I’m only slated to take BCPs for 3 weeks this time. I mean, really, the crying didn’t start until week 4 last time, so maybe I’d miss out on side effects all together this time, right??

Think again, Oh Perky One.

Last time the BCP was prescribed by The Hatchery before I knew I’d be switching to Ye Olde Fertility Clinic. But then I switched clinics while I was already on the BCP. No matter, I just stayed on the BCP while we got all my ducks in a row. No proplem, I had plenty since The Hatchery had planned on me being on the pill for at least 5 weeks anyway.

This time SuperDoc prescribed the BCPs. And he ordered Nortrel. No problem. I mean, seriously, what could possibly be the difference, right? Of course right.

Think again, Oh Perky One.

Since starting to take it my migraines have been out of control. Did I mention that birth control pills are actually contraindicated for hemiplegic migraines? And that I’m actually not supposed to be on BCPs at all? And here’s another lovely side effect for you: I wake up every single morning completly sick to my stomach. I picked up one of my monsters yesterday and almost dropped her because I thought I was going to throw up, it was that bad.

So… what to do? Just switch pills since I happen to have an extra pack of the Ortho Cyclen laying around? Or ask permission first? SuperDoc is out of town right now, but of course my nurse is around and could talk to a different doctor if need be. What to do, what to do…

In other news, my celebrity status has been revived!

J, Marketing Supervisor Extraordinaire, called me yesterday and asked if I would mind being interviewed by a newspaper for a story on eSET. No problem, I said. Anything I can do to help. (But I swear, next time I’m holding out for free cryopreservation for all the good press I’ve been giving them!).

Er, not that I had anything to freeze last time, so not that I can count on anything to freeze next time…

ANYwhozit. The point, as if I ever had one, is that I got interviewed by a reporter yesterday. She wasn’t the crispest cracker in the box, if you catch my drift, and she spent far more time focused on the HOM factor instead of the eSET factor for my tastes, but I think I did a great job bringing her back en pointe, if I do say so myself. She did ask the ever-present question on every reporter’s mind: “So after this one, will you be done??”

You know what? I don’t know. And I don’t have to know that yet. It’s a decision that my husband and I will make when we get there, but right now we know that our family isn’t complete yet.

And she chose that context to bring up the Octo-mom. In any other context, I’d have understood it. But you know? It felt a bit like an unfair and accusatory comparison. I don’t have six kids already. I am not transferring six embryos (au contraire! her story is on eSET! hello?!). My husband and I both have full time jobs. My clinic, the reporter has already acknowledged, has some of the best eSET success rates in the country. How can she possibly compare my choices to those of Ms. Suleman’s?

Argh. I cannot begin to understand Ms. Suleman’s choices. I am not even trying to judge them except inasmuch as they are reflecting so poorly on the choices of every woman who seeks fertility treatment and every mother of higher order multiples out there. But it is so unfair to compare ME to HER.

Anyway, hopefully the story will turn out to be a very balanced and reasonable story on the value and benefits of eSET. I hope that it will. And when it is published, I’ll be sure to let you all know about it, because I’m sure it’s bound to be entertaining at the very least. And the best news is – it was a print interview, not a film interview – so no cheesy shots of me walking down a long halway just for the sake of me walking down a long hallway. 🙂

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Bib-Tacular

February 26, 2009 by chezperky

So, last evening, I was hanging out with the triplets before Seth and the J-man got home. The trio was pretty content, and I had a little work to finish up in the kitchen, so I disappeared just for a minute. And Sam immediately came to the kitchen and frantically started screaming to be let in. You see, Sam has a new love. Though he still loves his precious elephant blankets, there is a a new love in his life and it… is a broom.

I kid you not.

It's the weirdest thing ever, but this kid is in LOVE with a broom. He would sleep with the stupid thing if I would let him. He carries it with him everywhere. He gets hysterical when I make him put it down to eat or to go to sleep. He cries at the kitchen to be let in to get to the broom, and when I let him in, he runs in and makes a beeline for it. He. Loves. That. Broom. Loves it.

So there I am in the kitchen with Sam screaming to be let in for his precious broom. I relented and let him have the broom and he quieted right down. I finished what I was doing (really, people, it took me less than 2 minutes), and I realized how quietly the girls were.

Quiet = bad. Very bad. So I peaked out of the kitchen and this is what I found:

Ellie had dumped out my entire bin of 439,587 bibs. Yes, I have a lot of bibs. A lot. Too many, in fact. Yes, I have now done some weeding of my bib collection, so that the top to the bib bin will now close. Because I am smart. But not smart enough to have done this earlier. Because apparently, I'm not that smart. Sigh.

Oh but there's more:

Abby joined in the fun, too! Rest assured, Ellie was definitely the one to have dumped out the bin of bibs, but Abby wasn't going to miss out on the fun!

Sam was SO happy and having such a good time! (you can't see his beloved broom here in this picture, but trust me, he had it!)

Oh there was so much fun being had! And they were so cute that I couldn't even really be mad about it. I mean, they were cute, they were having fun, they weren't making a lot of noise. I couldn't really clean it up, though, because every time I tried, they just threw more up in the air. It was clear that this would be an activity that mommy would have to tackle AFTER they went to bed. Fortunately, bedtime was looming (as you can see by the fact that they were already in PJ's when the bibapalooza began!).

Here are a few more snapshots of the fun times:

It's an Abby-in-a-Box! (Maybe she's a cat!)

I think Ellie's just wearing that shirt so that I won't get mad about the bibs…

Sam and his beloved broom… the least he could do is use it to sweep up the mess! 🙂

Shortly after these pictures were taken, I wrestled the broom away from Sam (with much protest from the little man), and whisked everyone away into the nursery for bed time. Abby is on a sleep striek these days, so she ended up not so much with the sleeping, SIGH, but I did eventually get the bib situation all sorted out and put away about 40 bibs and put the rest in the box with the lid tightly closed so that I won't have to worry about that happening again anytime soon. Whew!

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is why Mommy can't turn her back on triplets. Even for a minute!

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