It is not quite noon on Monday and I have been barfed on 3 times, peed on once and pooped on once by the babies. The bodily fluids are flowing heavy today. Last night Ava threw up at the dinner table and then a full adult sized throw up in the toilet shortly thereafter. It has been an eventful weekend to say the least. Chris took Ava to the doctor this morning and she has pneumonia which came on amazingly fast. Just last Thursday we took the whole crew to the doctor to check weights and have the doctor look at Ava to make sure what she has is just a cold and hasn’t turned into an infection, and follow-up on Elsa’s nasty acid reflux problem. Everyone checked out beautifully then. The doctor thinks Elsa looks fantastic and Ava just had a head cold. Things have gone downhill since.
Elsa has been spitting up record amounts of her food despite the two medications she is on. Ava’s “head cold” has turned into pneumonia and the babies have officially woken up from their newborn slumber. Don’t worry, we haven’t fallen apart at the seams . . . yet . . . but it was a very long weekend which began on Thursday morning for us since Nanny Laura was also sick and couldn’t come help. My mellow, easy going Preston has become fairly fussy during the day and really just wants to be held. I told him that he is one of three babies plus a wild red headed preschooler and he may just not get the attention he wants, but he is persistent indeed. Try as a might to remind myself that babies don’t ever die of crying, I cannot let him cry for more than about a minute and then I have to come rescue him from his sadness. Preston has a way with the ladies, particularly me, because when he cries he juts that bottom lip out with precise patheticness and squishes his face into this perfect look of misery. I cannot let him suffer.
So, Preston, our big bruiser, weighed in at 6 pounds, 1 ounce, Violet who was only 3 pounds 3 ounces at birth was right behind Preston at 5 pounds 15 ounces and little Elsa who was the biggest at birth is 5 1/2 pounds. Elsa can’t keep up with her brother and sister in weight because she spits up so much of her food. We have decided to take her to a Pediatric Gastrointerologist to help Elsa keep her food down. She is a really good sport with all the spitting up and choking she does.
Little Violet has really turned into a great sleeper and an easy-going baby. The only time she fusses is if she has gas and then I use my very cool gas relief trick and she settles down. Okay, my gas relief trick is as follow: gently massage the belly in a counterclockwise direction a few times and then break periodically to take the legs and press them against their body. I do this and it really works. I love those natural remedies!
My other trick for fussy babies that I am LOVING is this infantino baby sling. I swear the thing is magic. I take any one of the babies when they are fussing and strap them in and walk around a little. Within 5 seconds the baby is no longer fussing and a minute later the baby is fast asleep.
We are just taking it day by day over here and working through the daily challenges. Despite the fact that they poop, spit up, throw up and pee on me, these are good kids and I think we’ll keep them.
Until next time, the mothership is signing off. . .