Thursday, January 29, 2009
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
In case you live under a rock and have yet to hear the latest news, a very blessed mommy in California delivered our nation's second living set of octuplets. She managed an admirable 31 weeks before delivering her six boys and two girls. All of her children are doing fabulously and breathing room air! Can you believe it?
When I sat on the exam table of my trusted and cherished obstetrician and my triplet pregnancy was confirmed, I was told that I would not survive should I continue without reduction. The birth of my second child proved more than my uterus was equipped to handle, as the previous c-section scar did not fair well. When I became pregnant with my third child, I was told to prepare for an early delivery to avoid rupture. Abigeal came into our world at only 34 weeks and a portion of my uterus fell apart "like wet tissue paper" in the hands of my OB. So, with tears in her eyes, she informed me that my uterus would not hold up to the stress of three babies and that reduction was my only choice. When I told her that I would not elect certain death for a child of mine, she asked me to consider my three children already on this earth. She told me that my husband would be raising them without a mother.
As compelling as her argument was, my heart was at peace. One thing I have learned from my adventures in infertility: someone else was in the driver's seat. Meticulously administered birth control failed and a beautiful baby girl changed my world forever. Perfect, flawless cycles produced doomed pregnancies and wickedly painful heartache. One absurdly askewed cycle, determined to be fruitless, brought about blessings threefold. Twelve confirmed pregnancies and three living children. Not by my design, this I assure you. Who was I to sit in the driver's seat now? Three babies settled in and three babies would stay, as long as the good Lord permitted. My heart was set and my mind was catching up quickly.
Today, I look at my children and I think:
"Which of my monkeys would I be willing to part with now? Of them, who would have been lost?"
As you hear the various fertility specialist talk about the risks of carrying multiples and wag their finger at fertility patients for not slaughtering one or more of their unborn children, I ask you to simply reserve judgment. I ask you only to appreciate the shoes, in which you have not walked. As case in point, I would ask you to chose which of these babies should have been sacrificed?
Most importantly, I would ask that you pray for the health and growth of these eight precious little miracles. God is good and every child is a blessing. Congratulations to this new mother of many. My wish for her is a speedy recovery and lots, and lots, and lots of help in the years to come.
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Kaeleb, Kaedence, and Aoife are three!
I made a gluten free casein free chocolate chip cookie "cake" in celebration. Surprisingly, it wasn't half bad!
And we had GFCF cookie dough ice cream too! Yum!A very happy birthday to my little ones. I can't believe they are preschoolers now!
Thursday, January 22, 2009
19 Months Old
21 Months Old
26 Months Old
28 Months Old
30 Months Old
32 Months Old
34 Months Old
And now, my little babies are 3 years old. The days go by slowly, but the years pass by so fast.
I woke up in the hospital, at 28.3 weeks pregnant with triplets, and I knew something was different. Although I had been in the hospital for almost a month, the contractions were stronger and in my gut I knew something was not right. I had made the great hospital switch from Las Vegas to San Diego, only two days before (much to the disapproval of my father, who will probably never forget that trip!). I was settling in nicely, and my husband was set to take my older two children back home to NV while I remained in the very capable hands of my trusted and valued OB. When I woke up, I told him I was going to deliver. I told him not to leave. I told him something was wrong.
I brought cupcakes for all three classes and was delighted to hang with Kaeleb while his class wished him a very spirited happy birthday!
What a wonderful treat!!! You would never know that his cupcake is GFCF!!! Oh yeah, just call me Betty Crocker...
For the rest of the class, I made traditional vanilla cupcakes. They sure seemed quite pleased!