We’re celebrating four weeks of life in the NICU today. Celebrating time in the hospital seems pretty odd, but we wouldn’t be a thriving family of five if it weren’t for all that’s happened in these 28 amazing days.
I don’t have a ton of time to write today, but my journalism degree and years of experience as an editor have taught me to be concise.
Everyone had a great fourth week in the NICU. The babies are all gaining weight fairly steadily and are doing well with their oxygen. They’re also working hard at regulating their body temperatures and have been getting their bed temperatures bumped down nearly every day.
Each baby is starting to get more awake and fussy right around the time they’re scheduled to eat. They’re all becoming so much more aware of their surroundings, especially that tummy clock.
Like Rob and I say each day when the neonatologist on duty tells us he or she has nothing really to report on the babies, “No news is good news.”
Thankfully, that’s pretty much where I stand for reports on this last week. It’s been uneventful as far as hospital life goes.
Tobias and Eleanor, snuggled in for Kangaroo Care at 26 days old
A bright-eyed Callista after a bath at 26 days old
We’re hoping this week is the same uneventful story, especially considering the babies have several tests scheduled. I hate tests. I loathe them. There’s enough potential for heart-stopping action in a normal day. Tests provide so much more opportunity for heart-stopping news. I’m doing my best to think as little about the what-ifs as possible, but those damn what-ifs are EVIL.
The tests aren’t because of anything the babies are showing – it’s just time for these to be administered. Bah.
Thankfully, there’s a great end to this week. We’ll be getting to the hospital as early as we can on Christmas morning to spend the day with our trio. A quick break for dinner at our house with family is the only thing that will pull us away, then we’ll be back for the rest of the holiday.
No one wants to spend Christmas in the hospital, but we’re determined to make the most of it. After all, we have our fulfilled dreams there, feeding, growing and just waiting for the day they can come home with us.
Dancer of the week! Callista's "cheese" smile kills me.
I must really hate myself, huh? I'm a glutton for child happiness & adult frustration. Wheeee!
There's a creeper elf at Grandma's house. I fielded E's questions, but the interest in minimal. Whew! I've escaped another year of creeping! Related: Have you seen the elf surveillance video that's going around? Because THAT won't cause nightmares.
The result of getting sick with 3 sick 3-year-olds on Black Friday & staying sick through "cyber week." Don't wanna.
First dermabond is a baby book milestone, right? Toby is a tough guy. Minimal tears!
I'm starting book 67 of 2013, a book recommended by NPR. (I'm short on my 75-book goal. I don't count rereads toward my annual total, but for quantity's sake, I just might break my rule. Cheating? Maybe.)
They get first dibs. #triplets
I had to return 2 library books & accidentally left with another #LibraryHaul to go with the one at home. Oops. Can we say, "addicted?" ❤️
First movie theater experience: check plus plus plus!
Tea, obviously. (I meandered into World Market on Black Friday & ended up being one of the first 100 shoppers. Free mug, huzzah!)
"Come sit on my lap, Buddy!" #triplets #BFF
Real life. My amazing juggling act falters when I'm called to cuddle my sick babies. 2/3 are on the mend, but they're flanking me while I hold the third in my lap. Spot the piles of clean laundry! The forgotten toys! The stalled ornament hanging! The tote
They're impressed with the tree lights. ✨
I found the big-kid ragamuffins wandering the Christmas tree lot, thought they'd look cute in a photo. #latergram #triplets
I might give him a hard time for his Monica Geller approach to life (rubber gloves & perfectly positioned chairs), but Rob does a great job rigging up these lights. I just wonder how creative his swears will be this year.
Jammies, juice, popcorn & movie. Welcome to our weekend. Not pictured: frequent coloring breaks, fevers, occasional vomit & countless boogie wipes.