Britta got her Ralph Wiggum hair going here.
Britta: 17.6 pounds
Drake: 20.8 pounds
Jack: 23 pounds
The babies are scootching around and playing with toys and rolling over and interested in their feet. They are not crawling yet, which is fine by me. They are only six months adjusted, but soon enough all of that will start.
Britta is happy and sweet, and a little hyper. She loves to kick her legs and scoot and screech "Bah bah bah". She's the best at playing with toys and likes to take toys away from the boys. She is the most interested in stuff. She's always looking around and grabbing things. If the TV is on, she has a hard time concentrating on other things (like her bottle). She's content and happy and noisy and sweet
Drake is sweet and happy when he is well rested. He is fussy when he's tired. He is our little alarm clock. He wakes up happy and is very content if he's getting attention. About two hours after he wakes up, he starts fussing. But, I just see it as a reminder that it's naptime. He's the most interested in us - the girls and David and me. He's more serious and when he's happy he's more content than hyper (Britta) or joyful (Jack).
Jack is a bright beam of sunshine. He smiles a lot and loves to sit up now. He likes to rock his body against something (but not as much as he did just last month). He is the most interested in the other two babies. He likes to grab their hands and grins at them. He has huge man hands and is just a big little guy. He is rarely unhappy.
They all go down for their naps beautifully. Even Drake. In fact, when I put him down he's the most likely to just relax and smile. They all protest a little when I put them down, but when we give them their soft blankets (their "softies") they calm down, and after I sing to them, that's just about it.
Night time is getting a little rougher, because Britta is scooting all over the bed. I think it's time for her to go in the crib by herself. But, she has been better the last few nights, so I haven't done it. Once they actually get to sleep, they still sleep a good 11-12 hours a night. They've been waking up at 6 am instead of 7 am, but that's alright.
Our schedule is pretty set, but not too rigid. It's established enough that I can plan things and that we know what needs to be done when. The main thing is, it keeps them happy. When I was pregnant, I talked to a woman whose sister-in-law had triplets, and she thought her sister-in-law was just a slave to the schedule. I don't know her sister-in-law or her schedule, but for us the schedule is what makes life manageable. We are not slaves to our schedule, we are slaves to the fact that we have triplets. There's just no way around the fact that we have three babies.
Grace and Lillie are doing wonderfully. They have adjusted to the new chaos very well. Getting babysitters regularly and keeping an early bedtime for the babies helps. Grace is in middle school and is just a happy, confident, amazing 13 year old. This should be one of the hardest times of her life, but she seems to be sailing through. Lillie had a rough start to the school year, but she has made some great friends and is really enjoying school and is back to her happy, silly, sweet self. They both are just the funniest girls and crack way more jokes than I ever did as a kid
I have 5,000 other things I could be doing (and will get to in about three minutes here), but this was good. I'm going to take the time to do this. I don't know that it will be worth reading for anyone else, but it's good for me.
If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast.
to a friend, 1950
I haven't read much that isn't baby or triplet related since I found out I was having triplets. My reading time has gone way down. When I was pregnant, I was either too sick or too stressed to even concentrate and now I'm too busy, too stressed, or I just haven't had the time to get to the library.
The books I did read while I was on bedrest were: The Blood of Others
by Simone de Beauvoir, The Sun also Rises
by Hemingway, Crime and Punishment
by Dostoevsky, The Great Gatsby
by Fitzgerald, and I was about 1/3 into All the King's Men
by Robert Penn Warren when the babies were born. David's reading it now, so I'll finish it when he's done.The Blood of Others
was one of my favorite books in college. I read it multiple times. I enjoyed re-reading it, but it was very different than I remembered it. The writing was self-indulgent and the characters kind of annoying. The ideas behind the plot were interesting, but the main character is almost paralyzed by his fear of interfering with someone else's life and it wasn't believable. Like, get over yourself. The idea of whose blood do you spill and whose do you save is an interesting and even powerful concept, and I found it thought-provoking in terms of war (it's placed in Paris before and during WWII), but in terms of relationships, it was crazy. You don't spend your life with someone out of pity, and you don't spurn someone to stay uninvolved. You love who you love. At least when you are young and unattached and deciding those things. I thought it was interesting too, that her lead male character was so complex and her lead female character was so two-dimensional. I know the idea was that the girl grew and changed and became more than she was, but you don't really see it until she is on her deathbed (that's not a spoiler because she is on her deathbed on page 1 and the rest of the book is written in flashbacks).The Sun also Rises
was a fabulous re-read. I've read this book at least three times before. I completely enjoyed it, but I felt differently about the characters this time around too. I was never rooting for Brett and Jake to get together. The whole book came together for me more this time, seeing Brett with the right eyes. She was beautiful, but weak and selfish and the ending was right.
I remember Crime and Punishment
as a quick and interesting read. It was interesting again, but it was also painful, like a gruesome car wreck that you do not want to look at. Good, but I don't think I will re-read it again for awhile.The Great Gatsby
was the best of my re-reads. It was wonderfully written and the characters were as I remembered them and it was more interesting than I remembered. (I'm starting to run out of steam with writing this, but I want to at least get down my general impressions).
I won't write about All the King's Men
until I actually finish it, but so far, so good. It was the only book in the house that I picked up during my pregnancy that I hadn't read before.
A few weeks ago, I finished A Moveable Feast
by Ernest Hemingway and the book was a feast. He writes about living in Paris with his new wife and young baby. He tells about his friendships with Gertrude Stein (which was very interesting for me as an art history major) and F. Scott Fitzgerald. The details were fascinating and left me wanting more information. It's funny because I felt like I was dipped back into Paris in the 20's and there's this mental setup I do in my mind when I read a book about the 20's that has just a little to do with what the author is actually writing, but I think was shaped in the first place by Hemingway and Fitzgerald.
The book is nonfiction, kind of. Hemingways says in the preface: "If the reader prefers, this book may be regarded as fiction." I don't know what that means, but I imagine it's due to the fact that he finished the book in 1960 but wrote out scenes with full dialogue and some of that had to be re-created in a way that is not exact.
The book has a sad ending because he tells how he he had an affair with another woman and hints at the end of his marriage and his regret is palpable. I've read most of Hemingway's fiction, but I've never been that interested in his real life. The fact that he destroyed his first marriage and that he died of a suicide just seemed so sad and so real to me, I cried when I put the book down.
Right after I wrote last time I told myself that I should start writing once a week. It doesn't take very long and every time I write , it's a little memory that won't get lost. Everything just gets so busy, it's hard not to just say tomorrow
The last two months have been especially crazy with work and I feel like I just don't stop until the babies are in bed. In fact, I have felt the least busy when they are awake. I'm just feeding, burping, changing, and playing with them. And that's busy, but it's fun busy. Working like I'm trying to beat the clock and getting stressed about how long it takes me to get in and get out of the grocery store is just busy busy.
These last two weeks have been better. My life feels like it's more in balance (see my title: did anyone else see this movie in the 80s?). Because :
1) I think because work feels better. Part of that is that I have actually gotten stuff done and am sort of caught up. But, more than that, I have decided to work for < -- this long -- > and then I'm done regardless of whether I'm done. Because it's starting to feel like a bottomless pit and I think in some ways it is. There will always be something I could do and I just need to decide what has to be done today and leave it at that.
B) I have been taking the time to work out. I'm basically just as busy - I'm just replacing work time with working out... but it feels better. Way better. When I'm at the gym I can totally relax. It's good for me and I feel better physically and mentally. When I don't work out, my goals for the day look like this:
take care of babies work
feed the family spend time with the older girls pick up the house relax get in touch with my good friend tv
Having something go undone like that day after day is annoying.
III) I'm not trying to cram everything into the babies' naps. If I need to go to the store or the post office or whatever, I will do it while the babies are awake and David can take care of them. I was trying to just do everything that wasn't baby-related during their naps and there simply isn't enough time. Also, if I need to catch up on extra work, if it's a good time for David, I'll do it while the babies are awake. It's much less stressful.
Having triplets is pretty hectic, but it's so much fun. Trying to make everything else work is the problem. But, I'm getting a little closer to figuring this stuff out.