Thursday, March 17, 2011

A Touch 'O Green

We participated in our first "Sapadapaso" parade today.
We drove one of the Care vehicles.  The Beauties were so excited to be a part of the St Patty's parade!
Farrah was in her delight as EVERYONE and their dogs were wearing her favorite color!  
GREEN!

Singing Beauties!

video

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Happy Birthday to my Rock

Happy Birthday to my Matty.
Even though we are not with you on your special day, we are thinking of you today.  
Your little girls have spent the majority of the day talking about their Daddy and his special Happy Birthday.  
We hope that you have felt all of the vibes we have been sending your way, as you study and learn at school.

We miss you so very much.

I look forward to celebrating another wonderful year of memories with you.  
You are an amazing Daddy.
A husband beyond what my dreams could have led me to imagine.  I could not do this without you.
Our life is beautiful and amazing every single day.
Happy Birthday to my one and only.
I love you.

My three little four year olds

Happy Birthday "Babies"
I still get shivers when I stop and think about the series of events that lead us to the Beauties.
The heartache.  The losses we endured.  The strength we build together as a couple.  The bond we grew as parents to Chloe.  
I still remember the day we went to the doctor to have that very first ultrasound.  I remember the doctor explaining to us that the results were so unclear.  That it was still so early to really tell what was going on.  that they could see a yolk sack, but that there was also a "mass" that they could not describe.  We left the hospital feeling defeated.  Sad.  Heartbroken again.  Knowing in our hearts that we were miscarrying yet another pregnancy.  Feeling that we would never have another baby.  Knowing that getting pregnant was was happening, but staying pregnant wasn't.  What was wrong with me?  Why?  I cried so much over that next ten days.  Waiting for our follow up appointment.  Constant nausea.  Constant worry.
Ten days came.  We went to the hospital.  One pins and needles the doctor began the ultrasound.  
Slow deep breaths and eyes welling with tears, I watched Matt's face so closely, waiting for a sign.  Any kind of sign that things would be okay.  Nothing.  Finally the doctor started talking...
"See this?  Here we have a tiny little heart beat!"  I was elated!  A heartbeat!  We had a heartbeat!  "And over here, were have two more little heartbeats!!  Can you see them?"  
Two more?  Did she say TWO MORE?  Two more?  THREE?  THREE HEARTBEARTS?  There are THREE HEARTBEATS?!?!
 I still remember people asking me if I was upset when the doctor told us.  We couldn't have been more HAPPY when the doctor told us.  WE WERE PREGNANT!  We had THREE heartbeats.  Three viable babies.  THREE.
 From the moment we learned of three, we knew they were miracles.  Three miracles.  All babies are.
We also knew that in addition to all the normal worries of a normal pregnancy, we now had an entire stack of special worries that came with multiple pregnancies.  But we were ready to play the hand that we had been dealt.  We were ready.  We took one day at a time.  Looking back...we have truly won that hand in so many ways, and continue to every single day.
We were challenged with doctors advising to reduce the pregnancy.  We said HELL NO.  We were challenged with tests that said there was a great risk of genetic problems, which we knew in our hearts, we would love our children no matter what.  In the end, no genetic problems whatsoever.  I was faced with severe gestational diabetes and on insulin.  Preterm labor beginning at 18 weeks.  Full blown preterm labor at 24 weeks which had to be stopped with magnesium sulfate, and steroid shots for the babies lungs. In turn, landing me in the hospital for the duration of my pregnancy on strict bed rest and constant monitoring of the babies.  Another round of drugs stopped labor at 28 weeks and more steroid shots.  Another trip to L&D around 30 weeks that stopped on it's own.  My little Chloe celebrating her third birthday in the mother baby unit of the hospital.  Lots of help from Grandmas while Daddy was at work.
Lots of sleepless nights because I was so worried that my babies wouldn't make it.  that they would be too sick, too little.  That something would be wrong with them.

Happy Birthday to my Miracles.  My Beautiful triplets.  This photograph was taken in the hospital the night before the babies were born.  We had no idea the they would be born the very next morning.  I had been in the hospital for 9+ weeks.  Having contractions continuously.  Full blown labor stopped three times.  Countless ultrasounds, monitoring and endless worry about our tiny little miracles.  Saturday March 11th, 2007 at 10:37 10:37 1/2 and 10:38am they graced our world.  Our lives were forever changed.  Our everyday miracles were here. 

Jocelyn Pearl - Baby A - 4 lbs 12 oz 
Farrah Grace - Baby B - 3 lbs 4 oz
Silvie Mae - Baby C - 4 lbs 1 oz


We had ups and downs over the course of the next several weeks.  But they grew and thrived.  They reached milestones.
They spent 4 weeks and 3 days in the NICU.  They all came home together.
They are truly our tiny miracles...I cannot believe they are four years old today!