Thursday, February 26, 2009

Charlie is 3 Months Old!

Welp, the big man is now three months old. So far, it's been a fairly smooth three months. Charlie is the happiest easy baby in the world. He is smiling and laughing at me and Jake as I type this. I think he weighs about thirteen pounds now. I've decided the reason I have small babies is because they sleep through the night. Charlie eats at about 8pm and then doesn't eat again until 7am, and has been doing this since he was about a month and a half old. So that's alot of feedings that most babies get that Big Time doesn't. But, that's OK, I'll take a small baby and good sleep! Charlie loves to watch his big brothers and sister play, and is just fine to let them poke and love on him. He also rolled over for the first time on Monday. Sure it was in a fit of rage because I was making him lay on his belly, but he rolled over all the same! Here are his pics with his bear along with the triplets' for comparison.

Charlie's 2 month pic

Charlie's 3 month pic

Hudson's 3 month pic

Ella's 3 month pic

Carter's 3 month pic

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Painted Hearts

Last month, the kids were sent home from school with hearts. We were to decorate the hearts as family for the bulletin board by the front door. Each class gets a different month. So I came up with the brilliant idea to paint them. The kids paint all the time at school and never come home with paint on them so I thought, how messy can it get. The answer, VERY! The kids ended up with paint everywhere, all over the table, all over them, all over everything. Mysteriously though, the hearts were not fully painted, strange huh? So here are some pics from our messy night!

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Don't Worry, I'm Still Alive

OK, so it's been forever and I promised alot of posts last week, but we have been super busy. We are on a renovating rampage! And we changed our internet service and I just got it back up and running tonight. So I will definitely be back tomorrow while the kids are at school to update with stories and pics!

Thursday, February 19, 2009

Momma's New Toy

So for my bday/Valentine's day, I got a new lens for my camera. It is AWESOME!!! I love it and play with it everyday. I'm still learning how to work all of the camera's functions, but I'm slowly getting there. I'm going to buy a book this weekend that will hopefully help me out. We have been playing outside almost everyday lately, and it makes for good practice with my camera. So here are some of the pics of the kids I took since Saturday. Some of them turned out pretty good, and the others, you can tell I still need some work.

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Kids Say the Darndest Things

The kids have been talking like crazy lately. I speak fluent two year old, so I can understand 99.9% of what they are saying. Here are some of the funny things they say lately.

The kids and I go to Wal-Mart every Monday. We usually see the same workers. One lady gives them stickers so she is the "Smiley Guy" when we see her. They start yelling "MORE COOKIES" and "MORE NUTE NACKS" when we walk down those aisle, and they always ask repeatedly if I "Got Juice?". But the funniest Wal-Mart came a couple weeks ago. We had just turned down the canned vegetable aisle, and their was an
older man with a white beard. All three of them starting yelling "HO, HO, HO!", "HO!, HO! HO", "MOMMA, HO!, HO!". Yep, they thought he was Santa. So everytime they saw him, they would yell "Hi there, Ho! Ho!". Thankfully he wasn't offended.

They talk to everyone we see. "Bye, Bye Guy.", is by far our most popular saying. Even if you aren't a "guy", you will be called one. We go to Chick-Fil-A every Friday. They feel a need to tell everybody when we are walking in that we will be "Eat Chicky and fries". They love to point out cows, horses, tractors, planes and "guys" whenever we are in the car. You'll hear "Cow Momma Cow, Mooooo!" If you don't respond very quickly with "Yes (insert child's name here) I see that cow, good job!", you will have a full blown tantrum on your hands. Weirdos! Carter says "mote" for remote and it quite possibly the cutest thing you have ever heard. He drags out the "o" and really likes the "t", too cute! Huddy says "NNNNN" before everything. "nnnnnn outside" "nnnnnn doggy" "nnnnnn ball", you get the picture. Ella repeats everything she hears and now does the facial expressions to match. She is such a ham. Which leads me to my next story.

We were eating dinner last night. Spaghetti and green beans, when all of the sudden Ella says "fork". Now the boys talk all the time at dinner, but Ella is all business and rarely socializes. Well, so she says "fork", but the "or" sounds exactly like "uc". Let it marinate, yeah she said "f*c*". So of course Jake and start laughing histerically. And instead of ignoring it and moving on, what do we do? Get the video camera of course. She then proceeds to say it about forty times with Jake and I laughing our butts off. "Daddy's f***", "Momma's f***", you get the picture. Hopefully, she'll learn to say her "or"s before too long, but in the meantime, it gives us a good laugh at dinner!

Potty Mouth Ella

Monday, February 16, 2009

Yes, We're Still Alive!

Don't worry, we survived the flu and are finally back to normal! I've got a lot of posts so y'all better get hooked up 'cuz this weeks gonna be busy! Needless to say it was a long week last week. By Thursday though, everyone was back to normal, except Jake. He felt terrible until Friday evening/Saturday. The kids and I tried to get back into our normal routine, which was tough. The house was a complete disaster. It was so disorganized, I was having trouble functioning. We had luggage from the kids and my trip to Tulsa, laundry, and add on top of that the fact that Jake and Hudson were here by themselves for three days, it was overwhelming! Slowly but surely, I got it all cleaned up and by Saturday, everything was back in it's place. Saturday, we took the kids to the play place at the mall to get them out of the house, grabbed some lunch and then headed on home for a nap. After nap, we ran a few errands and then came home for dinner. We had a great Valentine's Day. Jake got a golf club and a digital picture frame for his office, and I got a new lens for my camera. It is awesome! I'm still learning how to work it but it takes fantastic pictures and I can't wait to show them to you. But for now, here are some pics and some updates on each of the kids. These are from a couple weeks ago before everyone got sick.

Unfortunately, Hudson seems to have inherited his father's inability to cope with pain and sickness. He started on Tamiflu three and a half days before anyone else, but he was the slowest to start to feel better. It's a good thing he's cute 'cuz this kid is a big baby!

Miss Ell. Where to begin? DRAMA QUEEN! That about sums it up. When Jake is here, I apparently am incapable of doing anything. She got over her sickness pretty quickly. She may be high maintenance, but she's pretty tough!

Carter man, or TarCar as he is known by Huddy and Ella, is hilarious. He is talking all the time and could not be any cuter. Which is good since he is a devious little monster. He is super smart and very sneaky. We'll have to watch this one!

My sweet little Charlie. What a good baby he is. He has been sleeping through the night for about three weeks now. He goes to sleep about 9pm and wakes up about 6am. He is eating great and weighs about 12 pounds now. He is too squishy cute!

I've got lots to post about so check us out tomorrow for more cute pics and stories! Happy President's Day!

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

House of germs

That's right, we are infected with the flu. Everyone but Charlie, whch am totally grateful for. Thursday, Hudson woke up with a fever that I could not get to break. So adter nap, I decded to head to the Pedi. They swabbed his nose, and sure enough he had some weird strain. I took the other three kids to Tulsa to try to keep them from catching it, but alas it was to no avail. Sunday morning Carter and Ella had high fevers, and I felt like someone had beat me with a baseball bat. I hurt everywhere. So we loaded up and headed back to Texas. I disinfected all their toys hoping that would help, but Monday was way rough. I didn't feel to bad, Jake felt terrible, and the kids looked like crap, and I say that lovingly. So back to the doctor we went for more Tamiflu for the rest of us. Luckily, yesterday, no one had a fever, except for me. I spent most of the day on the couch sleeping with Charlie, and Jake manned the triplets, who slept a good part of the day. Thankfully, by last night, no one had fever or any signs of more sickness. I'm feeding Charlie right now and praying that when everyone wakes up, there will still be no fevers. Mind you we all have the flu shot and we are just the lovely 17% that contracted the weird strain that was immune to the vaccine. Isn't it great to be special!

Thursday, February 5, 2009

Carter's Story

I had a commenter ask about Carter's colostomy in the last post. It made me realize that since I didn't keep a blog until the babies were about eight months old, most of you don't know Carter's story. So here goes.

The kids were born at 32 weeks on Friday, December 8th. The first week and a half, was super smooth and they were talking about them coming home by Christmas. All of that took a drastic change on Monday, December 18th. All three had a little blood in his stool, but they though it was something I had eaten that had gotten passed to them through the breast milk. Throughout the day, Hudson and Ella had no more issues, but Carter seemed to bee getting worse. More blood in his stools, difficulty breathing and he started turning yellow. Jake, my mom and I were at Chili's eating dinner when I got the call. Carter was struggling so hard to breathe that they decided to put him on a ventilator. I will never forget how he looked when we got to the hospital that night. He was laying totally lifeless, hooked up to this giant machine. He was yellow. His little belly was swollen and huge. His eyes were open and he would look at us and try to cry. He was in so much pain and it was heartbreaking. This was the first time I cried over the kids. When your a first time parent with a baby in the NICU, you don't feel like a parent at all. Well for me at least. You know that they are your babies, and you know that you love them, but you don't feel like parent. Someone else takes care of them, someone else feeds them and changes their diapers, someone else holds them more than you do. Tuesday night and Wednesday were rough, but he was stable so we started to feel a little better about the situation. He was diagnosed with NEC, Necrotizing Entercolytis. Basically it is an infection in the intestines. Blood flow is cut off to part of his digestive track and it dies. A bowel can perforate, and basically poison them. That night, I realized what it was like to love someone more than your own life. By Wednesday, we were exhausted. They told us he was stable, to go home and get some rest. I didn't sleep very well, between pumping and calling to check on Carter. He was stable through out the night so I had started to feel a little bit more confident about his condition. Then the phone rang at 7:45am on Wednesday, December 20th. Jake was still asleep, my mom had just woke up, and I had just got done pumping. The charge nurse said we should hurry and head to the hospital, Carter was starting to get worse. We threw some clothes on and headed to the NICU. We were about ten minutes away when we got another call saying they were going to life flight him to Cook Children's two blocks away. That's when we knew it was bad. I remember walking into the NICU and seeing twenty people around him. He wasn't moving. They had switched him to an oscillator, which is a high powered ventilator. Every time it made him breathe, it looked like his chest was going to explode. They let us say goodbye and then took him away. There was construction from our hospital to Cook Children's and the roads were all torn up. They couldn't risk hitting a bump, everything had to be perfectly smooth. When we got to Cook, we met our wonderful surgeon, Dr. Bliss. They told us he needed surgery. Carter's bowel had perforated. It was leaking toxins into his body and air into his liver. His appendix had burst, and it didn't look good. Dr. Bliss told us what they were going to do, in detail. They would cut him open, hip bone to hip bone, and once they got in, they could see the extent of the damage. He also told us, that at Carter's gestational age and size, his liver is like Jello wrapped in wet tissue paper. And then he said something that will haunt me forever. "If we touch his liver, he will bleed to death". He apologized for being blunt, but told us he would never lie to us. After that they took us to this little room, where he lay in his little box and we waited for someone to come and take him. Looking at him, I felt so guilty. If I could have just held on a few more days, a few more hours, maybe he wouldn't have gotten sick. Second guessing everything I did, wondering what I could have done different. I knew that in reality it wouldn't have mattered, but I finally understood that I was a parent. It seemed like hours that we were in that pale pink painted room with different nurses and doctors coming in and out, having us sign papers, explaining to us the risks, all the legal stuff. And then they came to get him. They told us to take a minute and say goodbye. We couldn't hold him, we could barely touch him, but we told him we loved him and to be strong, we needed him. This was the first and only time, I have ever seen Jake cry. They called and kept us updated throughout the surgery and finally two and a half hours later, we saw Dr. Bliss coming down the hall way. He said everything went perfect. Carter was a tough little guy and it went absolutely perfect. We got to see him pretty quickly and he looked like totally different baby. He wasn't yellow, his belly was a normal size, and he didn't look like he was in any pain. He was on a ventilator for one day after surgery and then we finally got to hold him. Every day, he got a little better. He didn't get to eat for a few days until they were sure they got all of the infected intestine out. Once he started eating, you would never know that something was wrong. He was released from the hospital the same day as Hudson and Ella. He went back in for his second and final surgery in March of '07. They reattached his intestines. Today, you would never know there was anything wrong with him, if it weren't for his giant scar on his belly.

This was right after his surgery

He had a tube in his mouth to suck out the leftover poison and toxins

This was his first bath at home, challenging with the colostomy bag

This was the morning of his second surgery to get rid of the bag, yeah!

Right after the second surgery

This was the day before we got to go home, after his second surgery

Monday, February 2, 2009

Another Year Gone By

Yesterday was my birthday. That's right I turned the big 2-5. I'm officially "Mid 20's", headed to "Late 20's". Oh well, I feel old and tired, my age might as well start catching up with me! We had a pretty low key weekend. Saturday we went to lunch at McAlister's and then to Wal-Mart after lunch. Yesterday, we went to church, and then spent the rest of the day doing laundry and cooking. Aw the glamorous life of a mom!

Here are some pics of me and the kids. We take one every year on my birthday and it is fun to see how they've grown from year to year. And this year, Charlie has joined our pictures!

My 23rd b-day

My 24th b-day

My 25th b-day