Left to Right: Cooper, Emily, Molly
First, an update on Hunter: They do believe that his arm is broken, but while the ER doc thought it was the humerus, or upper arm bone, the orthopedist said it seems to be acting more like his radius, a lower arm bone. At this point, he is still in a half-cast splint only. He goes back next week for more Xrays and possible casting. He really doesn't even complain of pain since the first day or so and he runs around like there's nothing wrong. Though, amazingly, he is utterly helpless when it comes to washing his hands, brushing his teeth, etc - go figure.
ETA: one of those appts was his haircut, so he looks much better than this rag-a-muffin kid now.
Hannah: Nothing special going on with her this week, just being her usual beautiful, sweet self. Recently though, we had her ARD for the next year of Speech Therapy. She has reached all of her goals! These are goals that have been in place for the past 2 calendar years. She will continue to get speech, but with new goals. The most obvious change that we notice on a daily basis are the "S"es. She makes such a great effort with them. We have to try not to laugh because she pauses at every S- or Sh- to really concentrate on the sound. We're so proud!
Jamie: Since I finally got to scrapbook a page or two over the past few weeks, I'll just post this one that sums up Jamie of late.
It says: When she wants something, she calls me "Mommy". Yep, that pretty much sums it up!Oh, the babies! It has been a trial of late. When I was reading message boards with other parents of HOM (higher order multiples) to learn what to expect, we became pretty scared about what a nightmare newborn triplets was going to be. But, then, it WASN'T. For weeks it was pretty darn easy, which I mistakenly said out loud on several occasions. They slept and ate and what it was time to eat, they ATE. Everything is supposed to even out when they hit their due date. In our case, everything went to heck on that date instead. All of a sudden, they don't eat well, are gassy, have reflux, etc.
And the spit up. Um, I've been instrumental in the daily care of 2 children (Jen and Dev), then raised 3 of my own babies. I've seen A LOT of spit up. I've cleaned up my share of child vomit as well. But I have NEVER seen actual PROJECTILE vomit until this week. No kidding, Cooper spewed 6 feet across the room the other night. PawPaw had the misfortune of being the one holding him when he did it. Since then, it's been anyone's guess who would be the one to do it at each feeding. A successful feeding is one where everyone keeps down all that they consume, even if it is only 2-3 ozs. (down from the 4-6 ozs. they were previously taking). And I can't go to bed without a spare set of PJs handy because I get it almost every night.
We see the pediatrician on Monday. I really hope we can convince her that we need reflux meds.
The other major issue continues to be Molly. She's just a miserable baby and I feel so sorry for her. The "rash" gets better and worse on a seemingly random cycle. We were going to try a new formula this week, only the one the pedi recommended is not available in stores (it has to be specially ordered) and is RIDICULOUSLY expensive. I'm talking $80 for roughly 3 days worth. Yeah. So far insurance does not cover it, and WIC was closed for half the week so we're still waiting to check that route. Molly goes to the pediatric dermatologist next week to see what they can do. We've got to get this thing figured out.
As for myself, I desperately wish I had not had that gallbladder surgery. I was doing just fine with the gallbladder I had; removing it has started a whole new slew of problems that are making life difficult. I continue to have unbearable pain. It is really strange because it is my SKIN that hurts, right over the surgical area on my belly. I can not tolerate my shirt touching my skin. I still have to take pain meds to sleep at night but I can't take them during the day (duh, they make me sleep!). I am so swollen that I'm back to wearing PJ pants and maternity pants because my pants are too tight over the incisions and sore spots. The surgeon has pretty much released me because there is nothing he can do at this point. If it does not improve soon, I will have to see a pain management specialist.
Around here we have something called the Quote of the Day. It started because mostly Hannah, but Hunter as well, just say the funniest darn things. I really wish I'd written them all down over the past few months, but I'm going to try to start now. So here is one from the other day.
Hannah got this "grow a pet" puppy that she put in water for a few days until it grew to roughly 5" or so. At that point we took it out of the water so she could play with it. Well, it shrunk back down and was all funky and distorted looking.
Hannah: "It shrunk, Daddy, and it looks dirty"
Daddy: "And it's all wrinkly, too"
Hannah: "Yeah, just like MawMaw and PawPaw"
