Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Okay, they looked at her and determined it was probably just a little bug. I just needed to keep her well-hydrated. They could have told me that on the phone.
The LPN that we saw said that I could try to keep the others from getting sick, but that it was probably a lost cause. She told me that she has twins, and when they were little she tried to keep one from getting sick when the other caught something, but it never worked. She said she must have looked crazy to them because she would wear a mask and gloves to keep from passing germs.
She did not throw up again all day Tuesday. She took a long nap and woke up acting like her usual self-smiley, hungry, etc. No big deal. I thought we were good to go. Not so much.
Tuesday night she was fussy through the night, and then on Wednesday morning, she barfed her guts out again. I called the doctor's office because she also started feeling a little warm to me, and when I took her temp, it was 101. Her little feet and hands were also turning purple. They wanted to see her again, of course. So, we headed on back.
The doctor examined her, took some blood, took her temp again (102.4 there) and again gave us a lame diagnosis...some kind of bug, maybe the flu, could get worse before it gets better, keep her hydrated, give her Tylenol every 6 hours to keep down the fever, blah, blah, blah. The purple feet and hands happened to babies with drastic temperature fluctuations sometimes, as the body directs blood flow to the core and away from the extremities. It is only problematic when their lips and/or tongues turn purple. That means oxygen deprivation.
Back at home, she was miserable the rest of the day, and that night was awful. I was up almost all night with her. She just was terribly uncomfortable and generally pitiful. I hated seeing her like that. Thursday was more of the same, and my dad took over on Thursday night. They spent all night together-pacing, cuddling, sleeping (very little), etc. He said they were inseparable all night. She wanted constant contact.
On Friday, Michele came to help with the kids. She was sick earlier in the week but had made a recovery by the end of the week. I was going to go into the office on Friday, but I woke up feeling miserable that morning. We had Michele come anyway because the kids had their 6 month appointment to get shots, and we needed an extra set of arms to comfort them.
That morning, Michele noticed that Abby was looking blotchy, and when we went to change her clothes, we saw some little bumps on her belly. By later in the day, she had an all-out rash all over her little body. It turned out she had Roseola, which is a virus. It causes a baby to be sick and run a fever for 2 or 3 days, and then, it causes a rash once the fever breaks. We have no idea where she got it. It must have been from someone at the baptism on Sunday.
We had to start her on Benadryl to relieve her itchiness. Can you imagine feeling itchy all over, but not knowing what to do about it? She doesn't know how to scratch. How awful!
While we were there, the kids were all measured and weighed. Here are the latest figures on their growth:
Abby-26.5 inches, 15 lbs 9 ounces, 17 1/2 inch head circumference
Marie-26.5 inches, 15 lbs 4 ounces, 17 inches
Will-26.5 inches, 15 lbs 8 ounces, 17.5 inches
I really can't believe that they are all the same length. Marie looks so much shorter and stockier than Mr. Willers and Abers. It's so weird, but Billy and I measure her a second time at the doctor's office to make sure they hadn't been careless.
Unfortunately, mommy is now sick too with the same terrible cough that I had at the same time last year. I was looking at my posts from last year at this time, and I had the exact same thing now that I did then...scratchy throat, cough, post-nasal drip at night, etc. It sucks. Since I'm breastfeeding, I'm limited to only taking Robitussin again. Yet another reason to wean-I want real drugs!
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Second, we have triplets, and they always get more attention than singletons. The priest made a huge deal out of it, and kept talking about what an "honor" it was to be baptizing triplets. He took pictures with us after the ceremony and just brushed by the other families.
Speaking of pictures, some of the people who were there for other baptisms were taking pictures of OUR babies! I guess they were going to tell everyone about the triplets that were being baptized at the same time as the baby in their family. We continue to be a freak show.
Here are some pictures of the big day (Thanks to our photographer-Shawnna).....
I thought this picture was funny because when Billy and I looked at it, he commented on how sweet and cute Rose looks, but that Carley looks like she is planning something evil to do in her head. She just has that look on her face. That bow in her hair was too cute! She wants to do everything like Rose, or "Rosesh," as she calls her.
Saturday, January 17, 2009
We tried nutritional remedies at first. She's had baby pears, prune juice, baby prunes, oatmeal, lots of fluid, etc. I thought that combination would certainly lead to an explosion but no such luck.
We ended up having to take her to the doctor on Friday, and they want her to take a stool softener-Miralax. If that doesn't work after a couple of days, she'll need a baby suppo. Suppositories are no fun for the giver or the receiver so let's just hope she makes a big poop really soon!
To try and keep them all "regular," we've been pounding baby prunes. Here are all my little "prune faces:"
Friday, January 9, 2009
I have always loved learning. If that makes me a big dork, then so be it. That's the only reason I made it through as many years of school as I did. I am always looking for ways to soak up new knowledge and sharpen my professional skills. Billy said I was probably the annoying student in the front row who always raised her hand whenever the teacher asked anything. I wasn't that bad. Okay, maybe a little.
The three months that I spent at home were amazing and wonderful but incredibly difficult. On one hand, I had what I had been wanting for so many years: a family. However, on the other hand, my life was completely different. Instead of juggling work responsibilities, assignments for school, conducting research, and keeping the household in order (i.e., cooking, cleaning, paying bills, doing laundry, etc.), I was focused solely on the babies. Every day was just like the one before for those 3 months. I now feel like it was all a blur, but all I can remember is changing diapers, feeding babies, pumping milk, feeding babies, hearing babies cry, changing diapers, etc. When I look back at some of my blog entries from that time, it's almost like someone else wrote those posts because I just don't remember them.
People kept telling me that I wouldn't want to go back to work when the babies arrived, and I started to believe that might be true. However, I came to my senses after a few weeks and knew that I would be a working mom. It's not because I don't love the babies. I simply also enjoy my profession. Should I feel guilty about that? I don't think so.
I want my kids to grow up knowing that they can do whatever they want to do. If Abby, Marie, and/or even Will want to be stay at home parents as adults, I would be just as proud as if they were brain surgeons. I just don't ever want them to not consider the possibilities.
Monday, January 5, 2009
Marie is fresh out of the tub at Marmie's in this picture. We gave Mems bath-time supplies as part of her Christmas presents so that she could have more fun time bathing little ones at her house. It's also nice to get a clean baby returned to us so we don't have to worry about baths! We usually give them baths every other night, but when a baby is loaned out, he/she may miss a bath and then, he/she will be dirty for another 2 days. We love our babies squeaky clean!
On a side note to that, Michele babysat for Liane a couple of weeks ago and had to spend some quality time cleaning out Chloe's fat neck. She said it was seriously crusty in there. She's got rolls of fat, and it's tough to get the old milk out of there. YUCK!
Will and Marie were all dressed up for Christmas in this picture. My Aunt sent these outfits for them. They were very fancy.
Friday, January 2, 2009
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