Tessa

It is so interesting to see how different these two girls are from each other.

Tessa loves to be held, and she likes to interact with others.  She loves to bump heads with others (a trick that Jason taught her).  She also loves to smack people's faces when they pick her up (a trick I am trying very hard to break her from).  It is easy to get a smile and a giggle from her.  She is generally a pretty happy girl.

It has taken her a lot longer than her sister to get moving.  She started crawling finally a few weeks ago.  She still can't pull herself up to standing yet, but she is trying.

Tessa is a talker.  She has many sound including ma, da, ba, along with others.  She does not yet seem to connect them with people.  It has been funny recently though.  She will say dada.  I will then tell her mama.  She then will repeat dada.  She seems to know that it is a game, but I don't think she really associates the words with us yet.

Tessa has been sleeping through the night.  We have had a few rough nights whenever she gets a cold.  She seems to hold on to colds for a long time.  I always wonder if she will have more trouble since she was premature (and needed more respiratory help than Eowyn).

I have been starting the girls on finger foods.  Tessa is a very neat eater for the most part.  She has had some trouble with larger pieces.  She has been gagging a lot, and I have to keep a close eye on her.  Tessa loves watermelon.  I gave the girls some the other day, but I ended up having the clear out her mouth.  She kept stuffing more pieces in there, but she wasn't chewing the pulpy part enough to swallow it.  She will have to wait awhile before she gets her next taste of that.

I will leave you with a few of my favorite pictures.

Eowyn

I cannot believe that the girls are a year old today.  I wanted to write a post for each one of them to celebrate this special day.

Eowyn is always on the move.  She has been crawling since just after 7 months.  For a long time, she crawled like an inch worm.  It was pretty funny.  It took awhile, but she was finally able to get herself to sitting and back down again.  Not long after this, she also learned to pull herself up to standing.  She is now cruising around the furniture, but she refuses to walk holding anyone's fingers.  She will try to either sit down or pull her legs up.

Eowyn is very determined.  If she see something she wants, she will go after it even if it mean crawling over the top of her sister to get it.  I have been transitioning the girls to finger foods.  Eowyn has enjoyed it so much (or at least she is enjoying making a mess) that she will yell whenever she runs out of things on her tray until you give her more.  I am hoping that she will learn to harness this energy to determinedly pursue what is right in the future, but that she will learn to temper the methods of getting there. 

She is sleeping through the night.  We had a bit of a hiccup around the time I got out of school.  She started waking up in the middle of the night screaming at the top of her lungs.  At first since she was not prone to doing this, we went to her, but she would immediately settle down if we picked her up.  Finally, we let her put herself back to sleep a night or two, and now things have gotten better again.

Eowyn continues to remind me of Gabriel when he was little, both in looks and personality.  She can be fairly serious much of the time.  She likes to play with toys and read books, but she rarely laugh.  It takes a lot to get her laughing.  She does smile a lot more these days.  She has developed a smile where she crinkles her nose.  She doesn't like to cuddle much unless she is tired.  When she is tired thought, she will put her thumb in her mouth and settle her head under my chin.  Sometimes she will only do it for a moment before she is squirming to get down and be on the go again.

I will leave you with some of my favorite pictures of her throughout the year.

Summer

I have been neglecting this place for awhile now. It has happened for several reasons. Mostly because I have been busy with the end of the school year and little ones who want more and more of my attention every day. I have gotten behind in posting the twins monthly updates (okay maybe behind is not strong enough of a word). I hope to correct that next week as I prepare for their first birthday. I also need to post some things about Gabriel soon. But I will leave all of those for posts coming soon. I wanted to write this post on my goals for the summer. A friend of mine started posting her weekly goals a long time ago. I most often just keep mental lists, but I liked the idea when I saw it. Since then, my sister has also occasionally taken up the habit. At the risk of copying (and possibly boring you), I wanted to write down some of my goals for my summer break.

Kids
- work with Gabriel on having a consistent daily quiet time
- have Gabriel work on reading and math every weekday
- take Gabriel to the library for the summer reading program
- work with the girls to transition them from bottle to soppy cups
- introduce more food to the girls including moving them to milk
- work on the girls' photo book and the next family photo book

Home
- paint the outside of the house
- work on the ceiling in our bathroom
- deep clean one area each week

Spiritual
- have a constintent daily quiet time
- attend weekly Bible study
- memorize 2 verses a week

School
- rework the units from the first semester
- write lesson plans and unit tests
- rethink and rewrite rules and procedures for classroom
- prepare to collect necessary documentation for evaluation rubric

This week, I am trying to focus on getting some of these started. I have taken Gabriel to the library to get registered. I have started my first week of Bible study, and I have started a plan for quiet times, memorization, and Gabriel's academic work. I also have been trying to feed the girls more finger food, and I have started to introduce the sippy cups. I will spend the remainder of this week continuing to do work on these. I also need to take all of the kids to the doctor. The girls have a normally scheduled appointment this week (although I will not be surprised if they end up on antibiotics again). Gabriel needs to be taken for several reasons including a spot of his scalp that I want to have checked. I will also be busy planning for the girls' first birthday party. At home, I am going to try to get the house cleaned. I think I will focus on deep cleaning the kitchen. For school work, I am focusing this week on focusing on my goals, rules, and procedures. I may also start working on the first unit.

Well, I am sure that you are thouroughly bored by now if you made it this far. As you can see, it is going to be a busy summer.

Two Years

I can hardly believe that it has been two years since the boys were born. I almost think this year has been harder than the first one. Last year, I was pregnant with the girls. On the boys' birthday, I was only a few weeks further along with the girls than I was with the boys. I thought it best to focus more on the twins at that time. This year it has been harder to push aside thoughts of them. So many things remind me of them. Even the weather has been mild this year like it was two years ago. This year has also been harder because as time passes, fewer people seem to mention the boys. Some even seem surprised when I mention them.

It has been hard to think back to my pregnancy with the boys. It is sort of like looking directly at the sun. The whole event is surrounded by feelings so intense that examining them is blinding and disorienting at times. I was overjoyed to discover that I was pregnant after our first attempt at IVF. I had begun to lose hope of having more children, but I felt certain that those days were behind us. I saw our problems as difficulties in getting pregnant, not difficulties carrying pregnancies. Even after I found out that we were carrying triplets, I was still certain that everything was going to be okay. I was concerned about all three babies making it through the first trimester, but each scan showed that all three were doing well. I breathed a sigh of relief as the end of the trimester approached with no problems. It was not to last of course. The next eight weeks became a blur of medical tests and bad news. I made four trips to the hospital here in town and four trips to Cincinnati to be evaluated there. Even through all this, I clung to the idea that we might be able to make it through. I knew the realities of twin-to-twin, and I knew the risks after my water broke. But, their births were still a shock.

I have tried in these two years to move forward with my life while still holding to the memory of Nathaniel, Kade, and Roanin. I am trying to allow the Lord to mold me through my grief. I am learning to be content in the moment. I am learning to see the time with my children as precious even if it comes at two in the morning. it is an imperfect process. Sometimes I feel as if I am dishonoring their memory when I fall back on old habits.

My pastor had a brief memorial for my boys in church after they were born. In it, he compared the boys to Shadrach, Meshach, and Abed-nego. At the time, I didn't look too closely at the comparison. A few months ago though, Gabriel was reading through Daniel for his quiet time. I came across their response to the king. It has stuck with me as a fitting response for myself. They were perfectly aware that God could save them if it was His will just as I knew He could have saved my boys, but they told the king that even if He chose not to, they would continue to serve Him. I chose to serve Him even though He did not save my boys because the truth is He has already saved them. It was not in the way that I wanted or hoped for, but it was in the only way that really matters.

Happy birthday my boys for I am sure that there is no better place to celebrate than in the presence of the King.

Parenting after Loss

I have had the experience of pregnancy and parenting both before and after loss. I have found it a little different this time around. With Gabriel, I did not have much fear. The thought of not having a healthy pregnancy or having a child that did not grow up never entered my mind. I made sure he slept on his back, but I was not really concerned about SIDS. Although I didn't purposely try to expose him to illness, I was not that concerned about colds or other small ailments either. You could probably say that I belonged to the majority of people who believed the worst would never happen to them.

This time, it has already happened. I have held children not knowing when their last heartbeat would come, but knowing that it would happen within the next few minutes. I have packed up my dreams of what my family was to have been. Does this make me a better parent now? I'm not so sure. I have spent much of the last year fighting down fear. Fear that I would lose one or both of the girls before they were born. Fear that I would have them finally here just to lose them in early childhood. Fear that I would endanger them by the choices that I made for them.

I don't think either way is a healthy was to parent. I think both are understandable given my situations at the time, but I don't think they show much dependence on God. I have been entrusted the care of these children during this moment just as I was with the boys. I need to learn neither to hold to the expectation of a certain tomorrow nor fear what it brings. Becoming dependent on Him is a daily (or sometimes hourly) task.

Taxes

I know that some people associate April with tax season, but I have always tried to get mine done during the first week of Febuary. My husband used to pay someone to prepare them before we were married, but I have always done them since then. Usually ours are pretty simple so it is not an issue. I wanted to get ours done early again this year, but I was also dreading sitting down to do them.

Last year, completing my taxes was hard. I knew from the time that they were born that I was going to be able to claim Roanin and Kade on my taxes, but I wouldn't be able to claim Nathaniel. In some ways it was hard for me to include them. It felt like I was using them just to get a tax credit. It was also hard to only put two of their names. It was yet another reminder that I never got to see Nathaniel alive. I was also happy to put their names down. In so many ways, I feel like they don't count to other people, but here on my taxes they did. As I entered the boys into the software program I was using, I struggled with the question that has to be answered about all dependents you claim. How long did they live in your house? I stared at the question not knowing what to put. Finally, I opened the help box next to the question. It was a box that I pray you never have to open yourself. It had answers about what to do if you were divorced (sadly common place today), but if you look further there were answers to scenarios like what to do if your child has been kidnapped or has died during the year. I managed to finish the rest of the taxes without further problems. That week at school, I mentioned to my students that I had done my taxes that weekend. One of my talkative students wanted to know if I had claimed a bunch of extra dependents this year so I could get more money back. My heart stopped. Now I don't believe that he knew about the triplets. I had not brought it up to my current students although my students from the previous year obviously knew. I think his comment was random, but I couldn't believe that he had said it to me that year. How does that happen?

As this year approached, I knew I would have to delete the boys off of my dependent list. The software program I use pulls your information from last year and fills in most of the information for you. I know I could have used a different program, but my practical side told me this was ridiculous. When I got to the personal information section, I looked for a way to delete Kade and Roanin from the list. I couldn't find one at first. I eventually figured out that I had to go through their information first before I could chose an option that said that they had died the previous year. It was nice in a way. I was able to click that yes they were my sons before I had to forever remove them from the list. The Lord is gracious though, and I had new names to put on the list as well. I am trying to always keep before me the thought that I am blessed. My dependent list shows that I have been mightily so even if no one sees the other names on my list but me.

7 Months

 So the girls turned 7 months last Monday.  Given how busy my last few weeks have been, I consider it a victory that their pictures got taken and posted within a week. 

Eowyn is as always a girl on the move.  By the end of the month, she can flip from both back to stomach and stomach to back.  The stomach to back flip is a more recent development and is more that I am not too fond of.  She never lets her head down easy so I will often here her head thump on the floor.  In fact, she is not very careful with her head ever so I often hear her hitting it against something.  Eowyn can also turn around in a circle and scoot backwards.  I have seen her occasionally move herself forward like an inch worm, but it seems to be an accident when it happens. 

Eowyn loves interacting with people.  With me, her favorite thing to do is to try to put her hand in my mouth.  She loves watching Gabriel.  He can make her laugh more than anyone else.  I love it when he gets her laughing because although we get a lot of smile, she doesn't really laugh that often.

I started the girls on cereal this month.  I have had the hardest time feeding her.  After a month, she is starting to get the hang of it, but it still takes a lot of effort.  She never wants to move her tongue out of the way.

Eowyn weighed 15 lb 3 oz at her 6 month appointment. 

She got two teeth.

Tessa is still the more laid back twin.  She can also flip over both ways, but she doesn't move much other than that.  She did beat Eowyn to one milestone.  She can sit up. 

Tessa loves her cereal.  Our only problem is when I am a little slow shoveling it in.  She also got two teeth this month.  In fact, both girls cut their first teeth within a day of each other.

She loves being held.  She will sit in your lap for as long as you let her without wanting down.  It is really easy to get her smiling and laughing

Tessa weighed 16 lb 8 oz at her 6 month appointment.

Jason says he is in a lot of trouble with this look.

It is so fun to watch the girls with each other.  They often look at each other and touch each other if they can.  I have to keep an eye on them sometimes.  Eowyn can be a bit aggressive with her sister.  She is often climbing over Tessa, sucking on her hands or feet, or scratching her sister. 

The girls took the twin thing a little far this month.  They both had double ear infections at their 6 month appointment.  Both went on antibiotics.  They did well with it except we have dealing with a lot of blow-outs.

I love this picture.  It looks like they are telling each other secrets.

I imagine Tessa is saying, "Save me mama!"

Broken

Shortly after I lost the triplets, I read a book written by a woman who had lost her child right after birth. In it, she shared something that she had done after her loss. She had taken a ceramic pitcher and smashed it on the ground. Then, she spent time trying to glue it back together again. That image has stayed with me for a long time.

I have thought often of what was smashed the day I lost the boys. I lost much of my confidence in my body. It had been shaken a little after I had Gabriel. My labor (which I intended to be natural) had ended in a C-section, and my attempts at breast feeding ended after three short weeks with a baby that still had not regained his birth weight. It was further tested through the years of trying to get pregnant with our second child. I still held on to the idea that once pregnant, I would carry a child well. Gabriel had been overdue, and I really hadn't had any problems before delivery. I counted this in my favor when I first found out I was pregnant with the triplets. Now to be fair to myself, the triplets were really born after I went into labor following an amniotic leak caused by a procedure needed to attempt to save the identicals' lives. Although that is the reality, I still feel like my body failed them. It was my job to carry them, my job to protect them, and I could not stop it from happening.

I lost three sons. The depth of that statement takes my breath away sometimes. I see the echos of what could have been all around me. I see it in the babies that are the same age as the boys would have been. I see it in my son. I see it in my girls. I will never know the color of their hair or eyes. I will never recognize their voices. I will never know how Nathaniel would have felt about being the "different" one. I will never know what it would have been like to have a house overrun with boys.

I lost who I used to be, or at least parts of who I used to be. In those first days, I was scared of that. What was my identity now? Then as time passed, I found that I wasn't as changed as I thought I was originally, but then I was scared of that too. It felt like a dishonor to them if I was only a little different.

One thing I didn't lose that day was my guilt. I am the one who wanted more children. I am the one who ultimately decided to put two embryos in. I was the one who was dehydrated and anemic when I went into the hospital. I was the one that allowed them to do the amnio to draw off Kade's excess fluid. I was the one who agreed to the epidural before Roanin was born. I was the one who had to put Roanin and Kade is the bassinet where they died alone. I am the one who had to tell my husband and my son that the babies were gone. I understand my reasonings for doing much of this, but it doesn't stop my from questioning my decisions.

Thankfully the image is not left with that smashed pitcher. I know that God has begun to put the pieces back together again. I will always bear the scars of the damage that was done. There will always be rough spots and blemishes where fragments were lost.

I don't what use this creation will be. Maybe God will be glorified by working through a damaged vessel, or maybe I had to be broken so I could be refined and fashioned into something new. Maybe I needed to become dependent on God being the glue that holds all the pieces together. Maybe I needed to have a deeper yearning for home. Whatever the reason, I will trust in Him.

A Mother of Multiples

I never really thought that I would be a mother of multiples. I have a small amount of family history with twins. My maternal grandmother was one, but her and her twin were children 11-12. Since the incidence of twining goes up as a woman ages, I wasn't holding my breath that I would have any.

When I realized that we would have to do IVF to have more children, having multiples became a real possiblilty. Even knowing that, it was quite a shock when we were told that we were pregnant with triplets. At first I didn't believe it, but I quickly moved to excitement and a little fear (Jason mostly just stayed shocked.). Although I only knew I was pregnant with triplets for 13 weeks (and everything was normal for only 7 weeks), that was more than enough time to figure out how much that my life was about to change. As I have stated here before, I am a planner, and life with triplets takes a lot of planning. How would we feed all three? How would we move them around? We knew that we had a pair of identicals. I had started thinking about how and if I would be able to tell them apart. I picked out cribs and car seats after I reached the 12 week mark. After we found out that we were having three boys, I thought about how it would be to have a houseful of boys.

When I lost the boys, I lost three children first and foremost. They were three individual children. But, I also lost the experience of triplets. It was not something that I had seeked out, but it had already become part of my identity, part of how I see myself. I am still a mother of triplets, but most people will never know.

When we attempted to get pregnant again, I had mixed feeling about having another set of multiples. Part of me wanted a normal, healthy, full-term singleton. Another part of me wanted another set of multiples. I felt that my body had failed me when carrying the boys and I wanted another chance to prove to myself that I could handle it (I will say more about this in another post). This part of me also wanted to physically belong to a culture that I already felt emotionally tied to.

Although the twins have made me a mother of another set of multiples, I have found is a means to constantly remind me of the boys as well. Often when we come to decisions about the girls, I often ask myself how I would have handled it with three instead. When we are out with the girls, we often draw a lot of questions. Some have looked at our stroll end asked if we have two or three babies. Then we get asked if they are identical or not. It is sometimes answering these questions knowing that they will probably never know that I have three other children and that I have identicals and fratenals. It sound silly I know. Most of them are strangers. Why would I care? I just find it strange that people I meet don't see this big piece of me.

I try to remind myself that I have been greatly blessed. I am blessed to have carryed three little boys, and I am blessed to be raising three children. It is far more than some people get, and far more than I deserve.

6 Months

So as always I am very late in posting these. I got a new toy for Christmas (an IPad) so I intend to be posting a lot more. I have a lot of things to that I want to say, and I have had some posts rattling around in my head for months. But for now, I need to get the 6 month update up before it is time to do the 7 month ones. Eowyn is our wiggle worm. She is never were we leave her these days. She can still pretty much only roll from back to stomach, but she manages to twist and scoot her way around. I am sure she must have teeth moving up although I can not see them yet. She is constantly drooling now, everything goes in her mouth to bite and chew on, and she often rubs things against her gums. The only thing she won't put in her mouth is cereal. We started that about 2 weeks ago. She wants nothing to do with it. I took the girls to their 6 month appointment on Monday. Both girls had double ear infections. I didn't't see that one coming. Neither one had any real symptoms (although they had been really congested for a long time), and Gabriel never had one when he was little. Other than that, both girls are well. Eowyn is weighing I in at 15lbs 3oz.

Tessa is much more laid back than her sister. She continues to be a little physically behind Eowyn's development, but she is catching up. She can also only roll over from back to stomach, but she doesn't usually scoot much. Tessa is still ahead vocally though. She currently loves hearing herself screech. She weighs 16lbs 8oz now.

It is so much fun to watch the girls interact. The talk to each other more these days. The also seem concerned if the other one is upset. If I place them near each other, I will often find them holding hands, or I will find Eowyn's grabbing Tessa's face. I attempt to get a picture of them together every month. This is the best one I got. I have decided it is a good practice to end a photo session once someone starts sucking on someone else's hand.

5 Months

I am a couple of days late, but the weekdays are busy around here.  The girls turned 5 months this week.  I cannot believe it.

Eowyn is never happy with sitting or laying still.  She is always on the move.  This month, she has finally learned to flip over from back to stomach.  She almost always sleeps on her side these days, and occasionally, we will find her on her stomach.  Eowyn has started playing with toys a lot more.  She will hold and move them.  She will also bat at them with her hand.

Tessa has finally shown some interest in moving around as well.  In the last week, she has been laying on her side.  Mostly, she is still content to stay still and watch what is going on around her.  She has also become more interested in toys this last month.  She is not as good at holding them as Eowyn is though.

The girls continue to show more interest in each other.  They will often look at each other.  Sometimes they will hold hands (not really on purpose).  Sometimes, I will see one of them touch the other's face to comfort them.

We had some new items passed down to us.  The girls have been enjoying them.

Sometimes a little too much.

What a Difference a Year Makes

Alphabet Soup

When I realized I was part of the IF community, my Ob/Gyn was the first to try to treat me.  Then I went to see an RE (okay three) who among other things diagnosed me with PCOS, ran an HSG to look at my tubes, and three SIS's to get a closer look at my uterus lining.  After 2 failed IUI's, I did my first IVF and got pregnant with the triplets.  After the complications threw me into PTL, I lost all three boys and became part of the IL community as well.  After a failed FET and another successful IVF, I became pregnant with the twins.  I had another bout of PTL, but the girls were eventually taken early for other reasons.  They spent their first week(s) in the NICU.  Now my biggest worries are SIDS and RSV.

* I went easy on you.  I decided not to include the whole host of acronyms commonly used in the IF community like BFN, BFP, and PUPO.

Milestones

Each of these is fully deserving of there own post, but who am I kidding?  If I don't combine them, they may never get written.  I guess I should start with the milestone that has waiting the longest.

Gabriel turned 7!...3 months ago.  I meant to write something on his birthday, but I got busy preparing files for my sub to start the school year with (files he did not even use...but that is a different story).  Then this milestone went on the list of blog posts that I want to write.  This list seems to be getting always longer and never shorter.

This year has been a big year for Gabriel.  He has really developed a love for reading.  He reads everywhere (including the car).  Gabriel's love for Legos has continued to grow.  I could not bring myself to buy more sets for him for his birthday so instead we bought him a table for the end of his bed to build on.  Gabriel has had to get used to having 2 sisters at home.  He has been a pretty sweet big brother.  One of my favorite memories was listening to him sign "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star" to Tessa when he visited her at the NICU.  As always, Gabriel continues to crack us up with the things that will come out of his mouth.  It is so fun to hear about how he views and analyzes the world.

Tessa and Eowyn turned 4 months a couple of weeks ago.  I did take pictures, but they have been sitting on my camera since then.

Tessa is still more vocal and less mobile.  She can make a whole range of baby noises, and it is fun to have a conversation with her.  I love Tessa smiles.  She always gives huge open-mouthed smiles.  She still is not very interested in moving around.  When I set Tessa down, I know she will still be there when I get back.  At her check-up, she was almost 14 1/2 pounds.

Eowyn is only a little over 13 pounds, but she is now longer than her sister.  She is making some baby noises, but she would much rather be on the move.  She has not flipped from stomach to back lately because she is much more interested in putting both her legs and arms up at the same time when she is on her belly.  She is working on flipping to her stomach from her back.  She can almost get there, but she hasn't quite figured out what to do with her arm.  She continues to love to kick.  It is funniest in her bath.  She loves to kick and splash up water.

In the last week or so, the girls have really started to notice each other.  They stare at each other, and sometimes smile back and forth.  It is really fun to watch them interact with each other.

This week Jason and I celebrated 10 years of marriage.  Okay, maybe celebrated is not the right word.  I am not sure a card given in between feedings, diaper changes, homework, and making a vocabulary hat (for Gabriel's school) really counts as celebrating.   I am so grateful though for a husband who grabs a bottle to feed a baby, who will change a diaper (even a dirty one of he has to), and who will lie through his teeth that the hat I threw together looks great.

The Question

It has been blogged about many times before.  For every mom who has lost a child, it is the question that is sometimes hardest to answer.  I was filling out a survey tonight when I was faced with it again.  How many children do you have?  It is such a simple question, but I am left with no simple answers to it

I have always felt I must acknowledge the triplets in some fashion when I answer this question.  I know that there are some moms who don't.  I can't say they are wrong in doing so, but I have always felt that it is my duty as their mother to remember and include them.  It is really the only thing I can do for them...not that they really need anything done for them.  Before the twins were born, I struggled with how to bring them up.  If I said that I had four children, people immediately would think that I was a very busy woman with a house full.  That was a little misleading since I only had one at home.  I would normally tell them four, but then I would explain that three were a set of triplets that were born premature and only lived for a short time..a long answer for someone looking for a simple number and even a little misleading since Nathaniel was stillborn.

There is no faster way to stop a conversation.  People don't know what do when they ask this as a casual or courtesy question, and they get a response that is anything but casual.  I have found that they especially don't know what to say to me.  I don't know if it is because I have lost three, or if they view my loss as something different than those who loose older children. They usually never want to know anything more about them.  Instead, they are busy looking for the fastest way to walk away from this mine that they think that they have stepped on.

To be honest, I sometimes look forward to it being asked.  It is my only real chance to talk about the boys.  When I was visibly pregnant with the girls, I would get asked often.  Are they your first?  I still get it occasionally when I am out with the girls alone.  Do you have any more (usually said in a voice that conveys they are worried about my sanity if I say yes)?  I hear it a lot less when I have all three kids (three apparently seems a good number to people).

As time has passed, I have found myself settling with a compromise.  I often say that I have three living children.  People seem more comfortable with that explanation.

As I sit here staring at the survey, I still don't know how to respond.  Do I put 6 even though I know that they would rather know the number of children living in my home, or do I put 3 and concede that my triplets don't really count for most people?

Does it really matter......no.

Do they really matter....to me, yes, always.       

2 and 3 Months

Yes, I am way behind.  I did take pictures of the girls at both month markers (or at least within a couple of days of it to be honest) so I thought I would share.

Eowyn continues to be the more active of the girls.  She always wants to stand on your lap or be held on your shoulder.  She hates to bend most of the time.  This has made it hard to put her in the bumbo.  She is usually happiest laying on the floor.  She will do tummy-time, but she often rolls over to her back.  I still don't think that this is her intention, but she does it fairly often.  She has started to smile, and we can occasionally get a giggle out of her.  In the last few weeks, she has really found her hand.  She spends a large part of her awake time holding her right hand up and inspecting it.  I am not sure what she has against the left one.  At the developmental check-up through the NICU, she was measuring 12 lbs.  All of her developmental milestones were measuring between 3-4 months even though she is only 3 months in actual age and two months adjusted age.

Tessa is our cuddle-bug.  She loves being held.  She has little interest in standing or flipping over.  In fact, tummy-time for her means trying to settle down for a good nap.  She was a little behind Eowyn in smiling and giggling, but she does more of it than Eowyn does.  She is much ahead of Eowyn in making other cooing noises.  Eowyn still really doesn't make many at all; whereas, Tessa talks to us all of the time.  Unfortunately, Tessa has also learned how to scream.  When she gets mad, she lets us know.  At the check-up, she weighed  about 12 3/4 lbs.  Her milestones measured between 2-4 months.

Eowyn at 2 months

Tessa at 2 months

Eowyn smiling (2 months)

Tummy-time (2 months)

Tessa at 3 months

Eowyn at 3 months

Tessa smiling (3 months)

3 months

3 months