Chez Perky

Some Notes

• Ellie has my cold. She's got a sad little cough that goes along with her stuffy nose. Poor baby. I feel really badly for her.
• The babies all have very distinct personalities, which is astounding. It's like I've got my own little sociology experiment here, since I've got three babies all growing up in the same house. It's difficult not to label them with positive or negative characteristics. I would hate to have them end up with self-fulfilling prophecies (e.g. "Oh s/he's the fussy one" or "s/he's the smart one" etc.)
• I have to go back to work in five weeks. I interviewed for a job last Wednesday and was offered the job on the spot. I'm very depressed about going back to work, but if I have to go back at all, this is a great opportunity. Sigh.
• We're coping pretty well, but I find it very difficult to find computer time these days. I haven't forgotten about any of you!
• I have lots more to say, but it's time for bed before the next feeding cycle begins again. Le Sigh.

Some Days are Better than Others

The jury is still out on whether today will be one of the "other" days or one of the "better" days. But to prove my point about having some okay and some better days... Let us review the past week or so:

Thursday (11.15.07)
The triplets had their two month check up at the pediatrician's office. Can you believe they are eight weeks old?? (Actually at the time I'm writing this, they are 9 weeks, 2 days) Time flies when you're sleep-deprived. :) Anyway, the appointment went well, as expected. Everybody, including Ellie (thankfully) had grown. They were:
Sam: 6lb, 8oz!!
Ellie: 5lb, 15.8 oz
(they rounded up to 6lb even, but she had eaten recently, so I refuse to round up!)
Abby: 5lb, 15oz!!!
(can you believe she used to be a full pound smaller than the other two? I still refer to her as my little one and the other two as my bigger ones!)
The good news is that they all grew. Ellie especially. It's hard to say how much she'd grown though, since she'd just had a meal. The pediatrician was not seriously alarmed because she isn't losingweight, which is important. Also, her head circumference has continued to grow, which is a big deal as well. He said that she IS on a growth curve, just not nearly as steep as her siblings and that her growth seems entirely consistent with her eating pattern (which is to say, she goes on hunger strikes and then doesn't grow as well, and then she starts eating again and starts growing again.

Everyone got their vaccines, and Abby got her Synagis (RSV vaccine). I don't know if I ever wrote about it, but the triplets were denied coverage for the RSV vaccine from the insurance company, which is beyond ridiculous. It's about $1600 per shot and it's a monthly shot from October through April. They got their October dose in the NICU (that was covered), but were denied coverage for any outpatient coverage for Synagis. Several appeals later, Ellie and Sam were still denied, but Abby was approved, which is phenomenally stupid, because it means bringing the two non-vaccinated babies with me to get Abby in there to be vaccinated. It's so stupid. But they are in the office so often for weight checks anyway that it wasn't going to put the other two at too much greater a risk so we went ahead and agreed that Abby should still get the vaccine. I have a whole post brewing about RSV and preemies, but I haven't gotten to it yet. Anyway, the upside of the vaccines is that the babies slept ALL day Thursday and even through the night Thursday night!!

The only other thing of note is that all three babies have thrush, which I meant in an earlier post. So, of course, all four of us have thrush. Otherwise, the babies are all really healthy and doing incredibly well. I got them to the office all by myself again, this time using the double snap-n-go and wearing Ellie in the Moby Wrap. The only problem with the wrap is that it takes a while to get it on, so I have to put it on before I get in the car and wear it while driving and then it's easier to keep wearing it in the office once I'm there even once I take the baby out, but it gets kind of warm. I've since been given a baby bjorn, which is a bit easier and Sam prefers, but my back really hurts while wearing it. Thalia recommended the kangaroo korner, which I might try. We'll see. I tried a hot sling, but I hate it. Anyway, the point is, Thursday was a good day.

Friday (11.16.07)
An even better day, the babies all slept most of the night and woke up at 5am to be fed. We were finished feeding them around 6am, which left plenty of time to get J ready for school and the to get the triplets into the car, so that I could take J to school instead of making Seth do it. It adds about an hour to Seth's day to take J to school, so if I could get myself to a point of being able to drop J at school regularly, it would be really helpful. The triplets tend not to cooperate with their feeding schedule, though, as they tend to want to be fed around 7 which isn't the least bit convenient. So, anyway, we loaded everyone into the car and I dropped J at school and called a friend to gloat about my accomplishment (this was a huge deal for me!). She suggested I stop by her nearby office so she could see the triplets. Normally I would have said no, but she's the director of a small non-profit and the only person who works in her office. She has several kids of her own, so she knows what to do with babies also. So I actually left the babies with her for 15 minutes while I ran across the street to the grocery and then came back to find three still sleeping babies. I fed everyone there, and then came home. Once I was home, the babies stayed asleep long enough for me to actually get a little organizing and cooking done. It was a very, very good day. I almost even considered going and picking Julian up from school by myself that day, but decided that two outings in one day was asking a bit much, so Seth picked him up.

Saturday (11.17.07)
This was one of the "other" days. A not so good day, if you will. The day itself was okay, but the babies were a little on the needy side. The problem was that Seth and I were both pretty short on sleep. J was out with a friend most of the day, thankfully. I spent a good deal of the day planning to go out to Buy Buy Baby after Shabbos so that I could pick up one or two quick things that I needed. I talked about the logistics with Seth several times... how to make it happen without leaving him with four screaming kids. I wanted to make sure that I didn't leave him in the middle of a hunger cycle or with the triplets screaming and J needing to go to bed. The plan was that I would feed the triplets and then leave immediately. But close to the end of Shabbos, a friend stopped by and she didn't get the hint when I was trying to get her to scoot. So I fed all the babies as best I could, and eventually excused myself to go pump. But by the time I was done pumping, the babies needed to be fed again. I was getting them fed and Seth was getting J to bed... or so I thought. As it turned out, he was having J clean his room, which is all kinds of good, except that the room was a DISASTER and Seth wasn't giving him much help and four year olds aren't good at self-direction, so it was taking a long time.

By the time he was done... I was beyond frustrated and I felt like my window of opportunity was closing in on me. It wasn't pretty. I completely lost it. I yelled at Seth that he needed to hurry the frack up because I. NEEDED. TO. GO. Eventually he got Julian to bed and he came downstairs and I said that I felt like he had no regard for MY time, even though I knew in my heart that really wasn't what was going on. What I wasn't expecting was his response: "I didn't even realize you needed to go anywhere." WHAT? What what what? How many conversations did we have about this?? If I thought I'd lost it before, well, I was wrong. I completely lost it now. The problem was that Seth was so sleep-deprived that he just truly didn't register any of the conversations we had about this. And I burst into hysterical tears. The babies were crying, I was crying, Seth was standing there in disbelief not knowing WHAT to do. Little did I know that this was probably just the world's worst PMS attack. I probably still had time to run to Buy Buy Baby, but I felt like I would miss a feeding if I did that, and I was stressed out enough about my production level, so I didn't want Seth using pumped milk if I could help it... plus I was so upset, I didn't want to be out driving at that point.

And so, I got online and IM'd with Jessica for a while with tears streaming down my face. I just felt like I can't get anything done that does not revolve around feeding these babies. Well, the fact is that it's true... I can't get anything done that doesn't revolve around feeding the babies. That's my job. And on the days when I have absolutely no expectation of accomplishing anything more than that, I'm cool. But on the days where I have any belief that I can do more, I end up frustrated. That's not to say that I never get anything else done, but if I go into the day without the expectation of getting anything done, I'm much less frustrated through the day. Plus, I know that this will pass. Eventually the babies will get older and I'll miss their total dependence on me. Poor Jessica. I've never even met her in real life and she's seen more of me than any person should have to see!

Sunday (11.18.07)
A better day. Thank god. Seth took J out in the morning, ran my errand at Buy Buy Baby, the babies were calm, and in the afternoon I made it out to order Baby Announcements. Yes, my babies are over 2 months old and I'm just now getting around to ordering announcements, but better late than never, right? I ordered super cute announcements which should be in very soon and I'll send them out ASAP. You know, between feedings. I honestly cannot remember anything else about this day.

Monday and Tuesday (11.19-20.07)
I honestly remember nothing about these days. So they can't have been too bad, right? Oh right, on Monday, a friend stopped by which was lovely. Otherwise, I have no recollection about the days at all.

Wednesday (11.20.07)
This was both a better day and one of the "other" days. The babies were fussy all day and they were just clingy clingy clingy. Normally just one or two of them gets clingy, but all three of them wanted to be held ALL day long. This would not have been problematic except I was exhausted, plus I was expecting a lactation consultant to come in the evening, so it wasn't the best day to have three cranky babies. At any rate, we made it through the day and the lactation consultant came in the evening. She helped me get Abby latched on for the first time in a while, but Abby still wouldn't actually transfer any milk (no real sucking/swallowing). She weighed both girls, helped me fix Ellie's latch a bit, and weighed Ellie after she ate also. Ellie ate about three ounces in her feed, so there's no question that she is getting enough milk when she's eating...but she still goes on hunger strikes (but when she's on a hunger strike she won't eat at the breast OR from a bottle, so it's not just me that's the problem). So Abby now weighs more than Ellie! Abby was 6pounds 3 ounces and Ellie was 6 pounds 2 ounces on the lactation consultant's scale. Sheesh. At any rate, we'll keep in touch and probably have her come back at some point to keep helping. She gave me some good ideas with how to keep working with Abby. And she was super-supportive of all the work that I've done so far. She said that it's really great that I've done such a good job protecting my milk supply with all the pumping (go me!) and she was astounded that none of the babies get any formula. Frankly, I'm pretty proud of myself for that. I don't think there's anything wrong with mothers who feed their babies formula, so don't get me wrong here, but I'm really proud of myself for growing three babies for 7 months inside and still managing to be their sole source of nutrition on the outside.

Turkey Day!
And here's where I prove how unbelievably awesome I am! Wr had two friends and their two kids over and I actually cooked Thanksgiving dinner. Complete with turkey and all the sides. I do so rock. I even managed to make pumpkin bread for dessert. It was clearly one of the better days. Thankfully, all the babies cooperated. There's more, but if I don't post this soon, I never will, so suffice it to say, it was a good day, and I'm awesome. :)

What the Frack??

Okay, seriously, I'm exclusively breastfeeding not one, not two, but three babies. Shouldn't this give me a get-out-of-PMS-free card for a while? My babies are two months old (can you believe it??) and I'm having my second period. I have not had two consecutive periods in about ten years without medical intervention (hence, the fertility treatment). What. The. Frack??

All three babies have thrush, so guess who else has thrush? Yes, that would be me. And can I tell you how seriously uncomfortable it is to have thrush on your breasts?? Ugh!

Sam has been very needy lately... needing to be held ALL THE TIME. If he were a singleton this would be easier, but on the days where Abby also needs to be held all day long or Ellie needs to be held all day long, or both... well, then it's a bit more complicated, especially when you add in the need to feed them, pump milk, and do ANYTHING else.

My milk supply seems to be dwindling, but I'm not sure if it's just because they're nursing so much that there's not much left for pumping sessions. Regardless, it's stressing me out, which is, I'm sure, exacerbating the problem. I don't like taking herbal supplements because I have enough other problems that I never know what will interact with other medications I've got. I can't convince my doctor to give me Reglan, and Domperidone isn't available in the US. Someone told me that oatmeal improves milk production, but I hate oatmeal. I've been eating it anyway, but haven't noticed a difference. And before you suggest beer...I can't drink beer because it gives me tremendous migraines and makes me throw up violently. Yuck.

Other than those niggling things, though, things are going well. I've had mostly good days and have mostly managed to keep my sh*t together (though Jess was witness to the one night that I completely lost it). But now Ellie's crying, so it's time for me to go. More later!

Long time no post...

I haven't had time to post lately...or rather, when I've had the time, I've been doing important things like washing bottles, mooing, or napping. Anyway, here's a few points from the last week or so...

Last Monday I met a local triplet-mom-to-be. She's 24 weeks pregnant and looks fantastic. She came here to visit... when I was 24 weeks pregnant, I was on Procardia, a Terbutaline Pump, Home Uterine Activity Monitoring, and bed rest. She had just come from her job as a personal trainer. Sheesh! She was really fantastic and I'm so glad I got to meet her. She came back the next day to lend me some things she doesn't need yet (her double snap n' go and some podee bottles) and I gave her a bunch of books. I've promised her a bunch of clothes and other things for when her babies are born. It's really exciting to already have someone to pass things along to!

Tuesday I had to take the kids to the pediatrician. By myself. The catch was that that triplet stroller would NEVER fit through the pediatrician's narrow hallways. Worse... I was driving a rented van because my van had been hit by a drunk driver while parked on the street Halloween night and the stupid triplet stroller wouldn't even FIT in the rented van!! So my original plan of wheeling the stroller into the waiting room and letting the staff just help me carry babies was scrapped in favor of thinking outside the box. Ultimately what I did was wear Sam in a sling and carry the other two babies in their car seats. Man, I've got muscles I didn't know I had! I practiced Monday night to make sure I really COULD carry two car seats and a baby in a sling, and it was a snap... but what I hadn't counted on was that I also needed to carry Ellie's monitor and the diaper bag. That made the balancing act a little more precarious. Still, I pulled it off, further reaffirming my super-mom status!

The appointment was primarily for a weight check, but I made the appointment with the nurse practitioner who is also a lactation consultant, in hopes of working through a few of the issues we've been having. All the babies were bigger than they had been two weeks previous:
Sam: 6 lb, 2 oz (up from 5 lb, 4.5 oz)
Ellie: 5 lb, 12 oz (up from 5 lb, 6 oz)
Abby: 5 lb, 7 oz (up from 4 lb, 7 oz!!!)
So they all grew, but you can see that Ellie was a bit worrisome... she only grew 6 ounces in 14 days. Abby was the superstar! The rest of the appointment we focused on lactation issues. Abby has been refusing to latch on so gets only expressed milk in bottles. This works out just fine since she gets extra calories added to her expressed milk, and since she's ONLY getting expressed milk, it's clearly helping her grow quickly, but I really would like to limit the number of bottles I have to wash every day! Plus, she was my best breastfeeder in the NICU, so it's beyond aggravating that she refuses to latch now!! The LC suggested I get a Supplemental Nursing System to try to get her to latch, since she wasn't any more successful than I'd been. The other issue I've been having is that Ellie and Sam wouldn't nurse without a nipple shield, which isn't the end of the world, but it's a pain in the rear. The LC also wasn't successful in that session to get Sam to latch without it, but did give me some suggestions for trying to wean him (and Ellie), and also suggested that the SNS might help with them as well.

And so... I ordered that ridiculous contraption. All three of my babies hate it. Sam will latch on to the tube and not on to me. Ellie latches on to me and spits out the tube. Abby just screams. BUT! A miracle... Ellie and Sam will now latch without the stupid shield! Victory!

The rest of the week is a blur, to be honest. I can't remember much about it, but I know there were lots of feedings, diapers, and little sleep. I spent some time worried about Ellie because she didn't seem to be growing much more. Her pudgy cheeks stopped being pudgy. Her brother and sister outgrew a different outfit every day, but she's still in the outfits she was in a week ago. Finally, yesterday morning I called in to the doctor's office because she's been on a bit of a hunger strike and she definitely didn't seem to be growing and anyway, it may have been a Sunday, but the nurse had told me on Friday to definitely call over the weekend if I was still worried, so I called. I brought her in for a weight check and she was... 5 pounds, 11.8 oz. No change from last Tuesday. At least she hadn't lost weight, right? I hadn't been able to get her to eat in over six hours (what mother has this problem with an infant???), but getting her naked and sticking her on a cold, hard scale pissed her off enough that she was finally willing to eat, so I stayed at the office to nurse her and she ate and ate and ate and ate. So we weighed her afterward to see if she'd gotten any actual milk, to make sure she wasn't just nursing in vain without actually successfully getting milk. Well, that's not the problem, she ate FOUR ounces (she only reliably eats 3 ounces from a bottle)! The babies have another appointment on Thursday for their two-month check up (can you believe it???), so if she hasn't grown more by then, we'll have to talk about supplementing her, because something's not right. Poor baby.

Taking Ellie to the pediatrician threw my whole schedule for the day off, though, because I missed a feeding at home with the other two. So I'd been planning on spending the afternoon with the DC-area bloggers, but I had to keep my visit with them short because I didn't want to be away for too long and leave Seth with all three of them starving. But I did make it to the get-together for a little while and had a great time seeing everyone, so that was fun. It was my first time socializing just for me since the babies were born. Hooray!

Ooops, Sam is waking up to eat...time to go!

Nameless No More!

Our little man has a name at last! Introducing....

Shmuel (Samuel) Mendel. We'll call him Sam. He's my beautiful boy and a real trooper. Mommy survived the bris, and baby is doing well.

We did a stealthy, unannounced bris in our home with little fanfare. I wanted as few people around these little babies as possible, and I got my wish. There will be time too ooh and aah over them later, but right now, it's time to give them some space and let them be. So we VERY quietly made the arrangements yesterday and had an early morning bris today.

And now my little guy has a name. And I love him so much, just like his sisters. I can't believe they are really here and they are really mine.

Welcome To The World...

It is my distinct pleasure to introduce to you all with much fanfare...

KAREN'S BABIES!!

Baby Boy 'A'
Born 9:45ish
Eighteen Inches
Three lbs. Twelve oz.

Baby Girl 'B'
Born 9:45ish
Seventeen Inches
Three lbs. Twelve oz.

Baby Girl 'C'
Born 9:45ish
Sixteen Inches
Two lbs. Eleven oz.

After sitting for like, what seemed like fourteen excruciating hours in a chemotherapy treatment room, patiently waiting, with not only my cell phone, but also my husbands cell phone AND my laptop in my lap. I thought I was going to have a ginormous nervous breakdown if I didn't hear from Seth or Karen herself very soon. Knowing full well that the surgery could have been bumped by somebody of higher importance (who could POSSIBLY be more important though??) I tried to rationalize that all was totally fine. I got home from chemo, got Jonny settled, and my au pair mentions to me that Seth called... OMG. WHAT??!?!?! WHEN!!! WHAT DID HE SAY!?!?!?!?!? She tell me that he really didn't say much, and that he sounded kind of "bored"(!!!!), not like she would have expected the man who just had three babies to sound. I was utterly LOST. He didn't leave a MESSAGE?!?!? Nope. No message, just told you to call him. UGH. Did he say if Karen was ok? Nope. Ok. cool.

Proceeded to call Seth. No answer. Called Karen's old room. No answer. Called The hospital, KAREN WASN'T IN A ROOM YET. (this was at 2pm) This was when the nursing end of me kicked in and freaked out. WHY THE HELL ISN'T SHE IN A ROOM? The operator had NO answer for me. I hung up. Sat on the floor and thought about crying, knew it would do me NO good, and figured I'd try calling Seth ONE more time. He answered. Thank You.
I know he couldn't hear the panic in my voice, but if it had been Karen, she would've laughed at me. Because that whole scenario I just played out for you?? Totally me. It's completely what I do. And it's completely what Karen has done to me throughout this entire pregnancy, so I'm not surprised that this is what she did today... She stays calm, I freak out enough for both of us... It's fine.

Anyway!! The babies!! Karen!! Ahh!! So good!! Perfect even... Seth wasn't completely positive of the time of birth, so lets just go with a round a bout 945ish eh? He said Dr. Mattias did the delivery, Karen was at ease with having her spinal placed, and as we spoke it was beginning to wear off...The babies were all adorable (of course!) He was only sure that Baby 'A' had hair... Not too sure of the others yet... All of them are on supplemental oxygen, TPN through an IV in their belly button, and no really huge interventional stuff right now. Karen was able to see the kiddos in the OR, but has yet to check them out up close. She was still in the PACU due to a lack of beds on the main floor.

I'm still planning on heading up to see everyone tomorrow... I'm hoping to come home with all kinds of fun pictures to share!!

Yay Karen, Seth, & a Huge Congrats to J on becoming a VERY big Brother!! We love you all!!

Like, Ohmigod Karen!

I'm so WICKED excited to tell you all this!! (It's still Jessica btw)

Karen will be having her C-Section TOMORROW MORNING, Wednesday the 19th, at 9am!!

I am beyond excited for her, and when I got off the phone with her, she sounded AWESOME. Totally at peace with the decision and really very gleeful. I know that in her mind she still wants that vaginal delivery, and she'll probably mention it at least 14 times tomorrow before they tell her to be quiet and take out the last baby :) But at least she'll have tried right?

Now, onto the reasoning behind this 'impromptu' delivery. As one of Karen's readers "hadjare" had asked yesterday, the growth of Baby "C" has been a little off for a bit of time. When Karen and I chatted about this last night (since I wanted to be a good guest blogger and answer Hadjare's question) she told me that the last time they scanned her, Baby "C" was still smaller but not so small that it warranted them ending the entire pregnancy on his/her behalf. I asked if they had any other growth ultrasounds planned, and to Karen's knowledge, they didn't. Until today... When they did one. Found out that Baby "C" has now become discordant. They're estimating Baby "A" to be in the mid 4 lb range, Baby "B" to be in the upper 3 lb range, and for Baby "C" to be in the mid 2 lb range. So while with the margin of error being within a pound for the ultrasound, the executive decision was to go ahead and take the kiddos out. Good decision.

The huge news is that tomorrow marks 33 weeks gestation for Karen, Seth, and the Babes... This is huge. I can't express how well Karen has done, how much of a trooper she's been, and how through it all... just HOW awesome she's been. I unfortunately cannot be there tomorrow, I had SO few days that I had made her PROMISE she wouldn't deliver on... Being as defiant as she is, it doesn't surprise me that she did this. But, I'll be waiting VERY patiently with my laptop and both cell phones, waiting for any news from Seth updating all of you. I will be out to the hospital on Thursday to see these beautiful miracles with my own two eyes... I'll bring lots of pictures back, I promise!

Until then, please keep Karen, Seth, J, and all three of these most precious babies in your thoughts and prayers over the next 24 hours. It is SO appreciated!! Updates about the babies to come tomorrow!! YAY!!

Weekend Wellness

Jessica here...still...
How was my weekend you ask? It was fine. Full of romping, running, and enjoying the brisk early autumn weather... How was Karen's weekend? It was fine... Full of contractions, kicks to her bladder, and most recently enjoying her newly itchy hands and feet! Ahh... The joys of pregnancy.

I have a SERIOUS case of writers block tonight, but need to get the info out to Karen's pep squad! :) So let me give it to you in bulleted form... OK?

• Karen is still Pregnant.
• The babies are all still doing well!
• No we still don't know what she's having (but I have some SERIOUS hunches)
• Her Doctor from this weekend scheduled her for a C-Section on Friday the 21st.
• Karen didn't agree with this idea and now we're back to having no scheduled date.
• Yom Kippur begins Friday at dusk.
• On Saturday evening Karen developed intense itching in her hands and feet.
• Her Doctor from this morning thinks the itching may be a pregnancy condition called Cholestasis.
• They also think this may be what is causing the slightly elevated liver panels from last week.
• This is not to say that the pre-eclampsia is still not an option.
• Karen's Blood Pressures have been good, but still elevated.
• When I talked to her on Saturday she had a terrible headache...
• On Sunday she felt and sounded much better...

That's all I've got folks... I hope you're all doing well and that you all enjoyed this awesome weather we had this weekend!! I'm absolutely worn out from running after the kids outside all weekend! Feel free to post in the comments if there's something I missed, or if there's questions you have, I've been keeping up with the comments... So I'll see any questions ya'll throw out there!

Hospital, Day Two...

Jessica Again...
After talking with Karen a bit ago, I am convinced... Nothing phases her. Well nothing much at least. I'm pretty sure boredom might drive her batty before the contractions do... Crazy Karen :)

All is well in Karen's gestating world. She's still pregnant, and the trio is still doing well. Nothing too interesting to report, but I felt it necessary to update since I had in fact spoken to the Momma herself. As of about noonish today, things were on the up and up... The pre-eclampsia that we were so fearful of, it seems may be nothing more than a touch of high blood pressure and possibly just some ill related elevated bloodwork. It's funny how that works... You get very pregnant and your body gets all crazy. So for right now, that diagnosis is on the back burner, hopefully not to be brought to the front burner anytime soon. If it IS brought to the front burner, the decision is that the babies will be delivered ASAP. ugh. As for the contractions, the Doctors have also decided that if there is still no sign of toxemia, then the Terbutaline can be started again. This is a wonderful decision, not only for the babes, but for Karen. It sounds as though last night was incredibly difficult... The contractions were laughing at the mere mention of the RN's offers of percocet. In wonderful news however, today is a miraculous milestone of 32 weeks, woo hoo!! Let's all do a little happy dance for this mile marker...

So the plan (as of noon) is this, the Doctor's will sit on Karen, and not send her home. So many factors are (in my mind) weighing in on why they're keeping her... The holidays, J being 4 years old and being home full time for the next few days, being 32 weeks pregnant with triplets, having a cervix less than 2cm, frequent contractions... Do I honestly need to continue this list? Honestly? I thought not...

Regardless, keep everyone in your thoughts... Obviously all the powerful thoughts are working! I also let her know about all of the AWESOME comments you've been leaving for her! Seth will share all the words of kindness when he gets to visit this afternoon... Keep it up fellow bloggers!!

Addendum to earlier post (UPDATE)

An anonymous poster (it's odd that I can actually tell the difference between several distinct anonymous posters... I wish I had something else to call you... I'll call you A1, for Anonymous the First)... ANYWAY... A1 asked a couple good questions:

1. Why wouldn't the labs from Wed. be back? That's again my failure to explain properly. I'm so tired I can't speak (write) English anymore. Since Dr. P. ordered a 24-hour urine (standard with suspected pre-eclampsia), all the labs were put on one order, including the 24-hour collection. I couldn't start that until Thursday morning, so it was taken to the lab this morning and the rest of the blood labs were drawn while I was there. The rest of the labs he ordered were urine-based labs which will be run from the 24-hour collection. Had my BP been a lot higher on Wed, he probably would have put them on two orders so that the rest could be run immediately. However, he didn't think I was pre-eclamptic YET. He just thought I was creeping that direction, so I don't imagine there was any serious urgency in any of the labs. The important thing was that everything looked okay, my cervix was stable, and that things were put in place to get more answers about the labs.

UPDATE: A1 was surprised they didn't do at least a urine strip test to test for protein in my urine on Wednesday. They did. They do every week (or more often if I'm there more often). Honestly, I have no idea what the result of that was. I never thought to ask, because they did it at the end of my visit on Wednesday, not the beginning, which isn't the order they usually do it, so I wasn't around when they looked at it, and by Friday it didn't occur to me to ask. END OF UPDATE

2. Did I have an ultrasound Wed or Today? Yep. I forget to mention such things because I have them at EVERY appointment. Every appointment has a transvaginal ultrasound to check cervical length (and I thought I was done with the cooter cam after the fertility clinic... drat!) and an abdominal ultrasound to at least check the heart rates and amniotic fluid levels. Every 3 weeks they do a "growth" ultrasound with more specific fetal measurements. On Wednesday and today they did a BioPhysical Profile (BPP), which all three babies passed, though two of them were uncooperative at first today (they were sleeping, the little rats). They are doing fine as far as I know, though the real question is what's going on with the baby whose growth curve slowed down, but they won't know that until the next growth ultrasound. I don't remember if that's next week or the week after. I think it's the 19th.

For the moment, Dr. P. is pretty pleased with how I'm doing, so I'm happy. He's pretty conservative, so I know if he were really worried right now, he'd be telling me. So far, so good. All I can do is keep waking up each morning, grateful for another day.