Surviving Triplets

That's exactly what we are doing at the moment. A virus has attacked our home. It all started on Monday w/ Gabi, Tuesday w/ Ian, & Friday w/ Sofi. Of the 3, 2 have croup. No fun. We are in survival mode, much like we were the 1st three months the babies were home. Yes, waking up that often to administer Tylenol & make sure we aren't dealing w/ breathing issues.

Long story short...I promise a longer story when this is all done. Thanks.

Mommy's Sewing Addiction...

Cuz that's why I haven't been writing.
I'm bad.
I can't help it.
I bought more patterns,
I love patterns.

And to think I use to be scared of them.
HA!
Don't know what Todd is going to do
about this new addiction of mine.

I need more room.
Seriously.

And the best part?
The girls are getting really good at modeling my creations.

Sofi seems to shine behind the camera.





And Gabi ain't too bad herself,
normally taking the more bashful role.

Ian is done w/ PHYSICAL THERAPY!!!!

It was determined today that Ian no longer is in need of PT services. Not like it is a huge thing but it is a HUGE THING. He has met all of his goals & besides still being a bit wobbly due to the whole lingering balance issue, he is on target.

That's my boy! We are so proud of how far he has come. He was assessed at the level of a 4-5 month old when we started this journey. He was 11 months old. That is a half year loss in motor skills. Not something any parent wants to see happen to their child, especially since it seems like he just learned it all.

He was on the cusp of walking. Pulling up & cruising. All to be dashed away in a heartbeat. It took another 7 months to get there. It was so sad but he persevered. He became stronger b/c of his struggles. And the whole while, being a pleasant little boy. The most good-natured, happy-go-lucky, loving, little boy.

Sometimes I wonder who struggled more. Him or me (us...Todd included). There were nights I would mourn the loss of his skills, of who he was & who he had become. To say that my heart broke is an understatement.

So, yeah. This is a big deal. A.really.big.deal.

He still gets speech therapy. His ECI coordinator, Melissa, still comes out 3/month doubling as a speach therapist so he is really getting quite the attention in that area. We are hoping he "graduates" & will not need services after this.

Either way, it is great to have our little boy back. Praise God.

PS ~ Don't you love his shorts? I made them & this little boy has worn them for 2 days. He doesn't want to take them off!

And we're done...

Although things were going ok this morning & I got Gabi to actually pee on the potty, at least most of it, the constipation & whining b/c they couldn't pee just broke my heart. Not even 5 minutes after putting on a pull up, Gabi finally pooed. 3.5 days later. My heart hurts.

I'm not one to admit to failure. To admit to jumping in to something so quickly but let's be honest, my dumb ass didn't plan well enough for this. My hubby was right. My babies are exhausted from not sleeping well. Sure that they were just as stressed through the night as I was. Hopefully we will all get some good rest & great cuddles w/o having to worry about pee.

So, here's to the next time...

Day 3...the am...

I'm going to stick it out today, just in case it really is suppose to click sometime today. Ian is catching on albeit it 1 pittle at a time. I actually got Gabi to the potty on time this morning although she already started to pee on the floor, through her panties, most of it ended up in the potty. Finally, after 3 days.

Ian pooed last night in his overnight undies. Now if I can get the girls to go. Doesn't matter if it is in their panties...they need to get it out!

Must have been the good, hard sleep that has me motivated today. Must have been getting out of the house yesterday night after the kids went to bed. What ever the reason, my batteries are recharged for now.

So here's to Day 3...& to hoping & praying...what's one more day of pee anyway?

Day 2...the pm...

I think I might be done. Time to asses having tackled this virtually on my own. Yes, I'm admitting to not having done it quite right. Actually, I've been pretty consistent but I'm totally.wore.out. I'll see how I feel tomorrow & even give it another go once my batteries have been recharged. Maybe they'll get it but if they don't, I'm not going to freak out. Done doing that.

Todd really helped me put things in to perspective & if this attempt flops, I will take a 2 day breather & we will tackle this together...as a couple, a mommy & daddy.

God help us all!

Day 2...the am...

I just have to say, sometimes you pick & choose your battles. Overnight diaper free is not a battle we chose to fight. Day time diapering...fine. Overnight...I need my sleep & the methodology behind the 3 Day Potty Training Manual is that you stay in the room all night long & sorry, if it were 1 child, yes.

3, no.

So we call them big kid overnight panties. They are pullups so they feel the wetness when they pee. And this is the battle I don't want to fight. So there.

Day 2 morning progress is slow. A few tinkles in the potty by Gabi & Ian but they are still having accidents. I am terrified of nap time. TERRIFIED.

The one good thing that happened between yesterday & today, Sofi woke up at 2:30 am to pee. She called out for me & so I ran upstairs. It took putting her on the potty twice but she finally peed & peed well. She didn't make it the whole night w/o peeing in the pullups but I think that is major that she woke us up.

We are almost at lunch time & have had minimal success w/ Ian & Gabi but I'm hoping this will eventually click.