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AWOL

I’ve been AWOL for a while, I know. A lot has been going on and there’s just no time left for blogging. Plus, I seem to have lost my muse, so to speak. (Also? The “y” key on my laptop is bitchy right now, so it really impedes my typing to have to hit that key several times each time I need to use it. I never realized how much I use the letter “y”!)

Anywhozit.

I found a new job and I was supposed to start 10/5, but unfortunately, I was in the hospital for dehydration that entire week. While I was in the hospital, my husband got admitted for a back injury. Fortunately, he doesn’t need surgery, but he did get a bunch of epidural steroid shots – hopefully that will help resolve the problem. The poor guy could barely stand or walk. But yeah, that meant TWO of us in the hospital at the same time. We figured the kids are old enough to take care of themselves by now, right? Oh. Um, I guess not. Our mothers came to help out until Seth was released (3 days later). Whew! Disaster averted.

I did start my new job on the 13th, finally, and it’s going well, but I now can’t seem to find enough hours in the day for anything. I used to be at a job just 10 minutes from home and very close to J’s school, his doctors, and my doctors. Now I’m half an hour from home in the opposite direction, so 45-50 minutes from J’s school etc. That makes it tight if I have to be home for the nanny, or take J to any appointments. But at least I’ve got a relatively flexible schedule, so long as I get my hours in at work.

Otherwise, we’re okay, just busy. How are all of you?

The Great Debate

Stay at Home Mom. Work at Home Mom. Work outside of the Home Mom. Who has it the hardest? Everybody thinks their plight is the worst. Everyone in each of those categories thinks someone in the other catgories has it the easiest.

I’m sick to death of this debate.

To some extent, I’ve done each of these roles – in various capacities. None of them are easy. None of them are impossible. Each has its unique challenges, and each has its own rewards.

I remain firm in my rather unpopular position that no matter which role you hold at any given point in time, you are always a full time parent. My children are, above everything, my number one priority, and they know it. I work extremely hard in the job that sends home a paycheck, and I work twice as hard at my full time job as a parent.

I’m tired of hearing how much harder SAHMs have it. I’m tired of hearing how much harder working moms have it. The fact is that being a parent (Mom or Dad, these days, not just mom, thankyouverymuch… my husband works just as hard at this parenting thing as I do… mostly) these days is a challenging.

We all love our children. We all want the best for our children. We want the best schools. The best activities. The best healthcare. The best therapists, when necessary. The best friends. The best clothes. The best toys. The best everything.

When you’re a stay at home mom, especially with more than one child, but even with one at a time, you have to carefully plan how you’ll do the simplest task. How you’ll run an errand, even… will it fit around nap time? Cranky time? Lunch time? How do you get coverage for your kids if you need to schedule your own doctor’s appointment? How do you get all the housework done while you’re trying to stimulate your children all day? How do you respond to all those people with the misconception that as a stay at home mom you have “all this time on your hands”? How do you keep yourself from going mad without adult conversation, intellectual challenges, time to pursue your own interests outside the home, and so on? You worry whether you’re giving enough attention to each of your children. You worry about whether you’re stimulating your children appropriately enough. You worry about whether you’re scheduling the right kind of playdates, buying the right educational toys, cooking nutritious enough meals, or getting them outside enough. You worry. That’s what moms do.

When you’re a working mom, you have to leave your children every day. You have to figure out how to manage your schedule, find care for your children, figure out what to do when your kids are sick, when childcare fails (the nanny is sick, day care/school is closed, etc.) you have to either take off of work or find back up. When your kids have appointments, when there are school conferences, when there are field trips to chaperon, or whatever, you have to take time off of work. That means when you’re sick, you go to work instead of staying home or going to the doctor, because there’s no time left to take off. You miss out on some milestones. You know you’re under the microscope by your boss, your clients, your coworkers for the time you have to take off for your kids. You worry if you’re spending enough time with your kids. You worry if you’re putting enough hours in at work and doing your best work. You worry. That’s what moms do.

And yet, our children thrive. Our children grow, whether we’re at home or working. Whether we’re working at home or outside the home. Our children turn into little people right before our eyes. We all work to be the best parents we can be, no matter what challenges we face in our day-to-day lives.

Milestones

The triplets are all getting therapy through our county’s early intervention program. They have both a general special education/developmental therapist and a speech therapist working with them. The great news is that the triplets are doing great and have reached the vast majority of their developmental milestones. The therapists were kind of curious about some of the idiosyncracies in their development, though… they don’t really imitate, for example… we’ve been doing sign language with them since they were 6 months old and now, at 23 months old, they don’t imitate a single sign, nor do they respond to a single sign. They used to play peek-a-boo, but only in their high chairs – not elsewhere (the girls just recently started doing it elsewhere, too).

They are also pretty far behind in their speech/language milestones, enough that at their 15 month appointment, their general pediatrician noted that we should get them evaluated and get them speech therapy services ASAP.

Since we happen to have an “in” with an excellent developmental pediatrician (for the J-man), I ran the therapists’ questions by Dr. S. His first recommendation was to continue with the speech therapy, but also to get the triplets’ speech/language development formally assessed on either the Mullen Scales of Early Learning, or similar after a solid 6-8 months of speech therapy (that would be… now). He had a few other suggestions, and did say he’d be happy to see the triplets if we thought that would be beneficial (this is a great gift from him – he’s not currently accepting new patients). He said we should definitely talk more after we get the assessment. This all seemed perfectly reasonable.

So… we started the assessments on Friday and finished all except Ellie’s receptive language assessment, which I’m not in the least bit concerned about. The girls, unsurprsingly, came out just about where we expected them to – about 6 months behind expressively (which means they’ve made huge progress since they started speech therapy in January) and only a few months behind receptively (assuming Ellie comes out where we expect her to once we finish her receptive assessment next week).

Sam’s assessment was more significant, however. He tested out as 4 months for expressive language and 11 months for receptive language. Wow.

I talked with Ye Olde Developmental Pediatrician and did tell him that Sam’s 2 year check up with our regular pediatrician is next month, reminded him that we’re still doing weekly speech therapy with all the triplets, and asked him what he suggests we do from here. He said that he thinks it’s important that we remain vigilant with the intensive speech therapy and he suggested we meet and talk more after their 2 year check up. That certainly seemed reasonable. I trust YODP, and I trust our general pediatrician. So I believe we won’t be led astray by either of them (and it happens that they are former practice partners and good buddies of each other, so they trust each other, too).

I’m quite certain this will resolve over time and that we’ve got the right professionals on our team. It’s just… more stuff to do.

Well, it’s always gotta be something, right? I wasn’t having nearly enough fun these days anyway.

2009: Still Sucking

I was laid off on Thursday. Seriously, I am ceasing to see the humour in the suckage of 2009.

The Power of “No”

Something I’m not very good at in my life is knowing when to say “No.”  It’s one of my greatest flaws, and, in some ways, one of my greatest strengths – depending on who you ask (and when you ask).   It means that I take a great deal on in my life – usually too much.  It’s a trait I hope not to pass on to my children.  Learning to judiciously use the word “No” is an important character trait, in my opinion, and one I wish I possessed.

At the same time, I work hard not to let “No” be a prevailing word in the world of my children.  I try to find other ways to let them know when something they’re doing isn’t acceptable.  “Zeh Lo Tov” (Hebrew for “That’s Not Good”) and “Not Okay” are two of my first two choices to let them know that what they’re doing isn’t appropriate.  “Stop” or “Freeze” also work.  “No” is my last resort.  Nevertheless, there’s no getting around the fact that “No” is a phrase they hear a lot, whether it’s from me or other people in their lives. 

A couple of weeks ago, Abigail started saying “No” very clearly.  It was not a surprise that Abby was the first to say no – she’s our most contrary child and she’s been saying no quite clearly since her early days in the NICU – she’s only just now found a way to articulate the word.  She’s very cute when she says it because she gets this “otherworldly” tone to her voice when she says it and she gets to be quite emphatic.  She says “no” when her siblings get near her, eye her toys, touch her things, or, you know, breathe the air near her.  She’s getting to be quite pushy and grabby, too.  If one of the others is holding a toy that she wants to play with, she’ll stomp over and swipe the toy out of their hands while declaring: “NO!”  It seems that “No” is a fine substitute for “Mine” (which she hasn’t learned yet). 

Speech delays or not, it was inevitable that they’d learn this word eventually, right?

I did get my shining moment shortly after Abby learned the word “no”, however, when her speech therapist was working with her and Abby was digging through the therapist’s bag of toys.  She pulled out a toy she wanted and she said, “Yes, yes, yes!”  It was the first, and only, time I’ve ever heard her say “yes” ever, but I’ll take it!

Even sweet, compliant Ellie has learned to embrace the word “No” in a way that her mama is nearly jealous of.  On Shabbos, she was playing with some mega blocks on the floor, and Abby and Sam had both given me some smooches, so I looked over at Ellie, who is always willing to give me smooches (!) andI said, “Ellie!  Will you give mommy kisses?”

Ellie didn’t even look at me as she continued to play with her blocks and she said, quite clearly, “Nooooooooooo!”

Wait, what!?  My compliant, angel of a daughter just refused me smooches!?  Really?  What?  I must have heard her incorrectly.  Right?  RIGHT?  Of course right.

“Ellie?  Can Mommy have kisses?”

“Noooooo!!” she responded immediately without looking up from the two blocks she was intently trying to stick together.

My heart broke.  I was simultaneously proud of my daughter for making this enormous leap in receptive and expressive language skill all at once, and yet… a little hurt (okay, a lot hurt!).  But really, hey!  My daughter heard a question, understood it, and responded with a brand new word and in context!  How cool is that?

Even Sam – sweet Sam – the most delayed of the three.  Sam has only 3 clear words, and one… maybe word.  But even Sam is starting to catch on to the “No” concept.  He shakes his head “no” if he doesn’t want something, and he’s started to make the “N” sound if he doesn’t want something.  ”Na-na-na,” he’ll say, while shaking his head.  Clearly an attempt at saying “No” despite not quite having the word in his personal lexicon yet. 

My babies are… growing up.  They really are.  *sniff*  How did this happen so fast?

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My new home

Okey dokey.  I think I’m all set up in my new home.   If you don’t have the password to my protected posts, email me.  I haven’t had time to put up a real post here – but I wanted to let everyone know that I’m still here and I do intend to keep posting.  Thanks everyone for hanging in there with me.

Gifts

 We went to a very special birthday party today – one of my best friends has five little monkeys (triplets and twins born 13 months apart), and today was their joint birthday party. I wish I had gotten many more pictures from today’s events, but we were so busy wrangling the kiddeos that I just couldn’t keep snapping photos.
What struck me so much was when my friends Cherie and Kelli, fellow triplet moms, saw my kids and exclaimed, “When did they shoot up so much??” and “When did they stop being babies and turn into toddlers??” Cherie even did a double take and said to me, “Wait, is she yours!?” when she saw me holding Ellie. It’s unbelievable how quickly time has flown, and how big and mature my tiny babies have become in so short a time.  I know it’s a beautiful thing to see, and I know this is what every parent wishes for their children – that they should grow and thrive and develop into little people, but it is still disconcerting to me as a mommy.   I worry sometimes that I am missing out on too many of the precious details in the lives of my children and that time is a thief stealing away those moments which I crave so much.
 
One of the great gifts that infertility gave to me was the certainty that every moment with my children is a gift – not a right – and I try to cherish each milestone, each day, each snapshot in time of parenting all four of my children to the greatest extent possible.  I know that some days I fall short of that, but it is what I strive for.  I would like to think that I would have taken just as much care to cherish each moment with my children even without the experience of infertility – and I know I would have adored my children, I know I would have loved every moment of parenthood – but I’m quite certain that my perspective is different as a result of infertility.  I don’t mean to suggest I love my children more, or that people who haven’t experienced infertility don’t appreciate their children – none of that could possibly be true.  Only that for me, I know that I find myself thinking about my gratitude for my children in a way (and with far more frequency) than I think I probably would have had I not had the experience that I had. 
 
But, time does pass, even though sometimes I would love to press the pause button and savor each moment just a little longer.  And my kids – all of them – are growing up before my very eyes.  Today was Jack, Evan, Will, Noelle, and Lilley’s birthday party – another year passing which means just two more months until my kids turn 6 and 2.  Holy smokes!  They just get cuter and cuter, though!   Take a look for yourself!
 
 
Julian at the Party
J-man at the party
 
 
   Sam at Redden B-day Party  
Sam with his beloved elephant

  

Ellie Pigtails 
Ellie – our little daredevil – standing on the slide

 

 

Abby at Redden Bday Party
A classic Abby pose – serious and sophisticated

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Last month, I picked up a pair of knock-off croc-type shoes for each of the triplets.  A pink pair for Ellie, an orange pair for Abby, and a blue pair for Sam.  The kids were delighted, but there was one problem.  Poor little Sam's shoes didn't fit him.  I had guessed his shoe size incorrectly and althought I'd gotten a full size bigger than the girls, it wasn't big enough. 

My kids don't talk, with the exception of a very few  words, but they sure do communicate.  The girls absolutely knew that they had something Sammy didn't have, especially Abby.  Abby would put on her little orange "crocs" and wave her little feet in front of Sam giggling.  Ellie was equally delighted with her own little pink beauties.  But poor Sam was despondent.  He would pick up his blue shoes, and bring them to me, crying wistfully, holding out his bare little naked toes, asking for goodness to be restored in the world.  But, alas, they did not fit.

Fortunately, just two days later, I had to take the triplets in for hearing tests at the hospital, so I had the morning off anyway.  Afterward, the nanny and I went to the store and I ran in to exchange the little shoes for slightly bigger little shoes and I put them on Sam's little feet in the car and he was ecstatic!  He shook his little feet and touched them and showed them off and giggled and laughed all the way from the store to the restaurant where we grabbed lunch before I headed back to work. 

And all was right in the world again. 

It doesn't stop there, though.  Our three little Imeldas are so shoe-obsessed and were so delighted by their new brightly colored shoes that they wouldn't take those little shoes off for several weeks.  They wore them day and night, literally, and if we took them off to do something drastic like change their clothes or give them baths, the temper tantrums were phenomenal.  It was delightful.

But lest you believe that it is just the brightly colored, rather unnatural looking (and feeling) croc-like shoe things that my children are obsessed with, here is evidence that, in fact, it is purely a generalized shoe obsession…  in fact, their preference is for Mom or Dad's shoes – and J's shoes are a close second choice.  They are frequently found stomping (or stumbling) around in our shoes, and the first thing that they do when we walk in the door at the end of the day is race over and start pulling at our shoes desperately trying to get them off our feet. (Interestingly, they are also nearly always offended to find me in my stocking feet and will race over with my shoes and push them onto my feet!)  Enjoy:

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