The triplets saw the doc for the first time since they were born (way late, but too complicated to explain). The babies are doing excellent. They all weigh 13 lbs. Emilia’s in the 80th percentile for weight, and 50th for height. The twin boys are in the 60th percentile for weight, and 40th for height. When we brought them home, they were all in the 5th percentile, so they’ve improved beyond all expectations!!
This week I’ve been working especially hard to help the babies sleep through the night. It’s one of the biggest goals of MOMs. The babies currently live in the dining room, so I can hear them from the couch. At night, I hunch around in the dark, not making a peep. I keep the lights off, make bottles in the dark, and nap on the couch, praying for silence. When babies awake, I wait a few minutes to make sure they’re up (because sometimes aren’t, and just need to resettle, and sometimes you can ignore them for an hour or more). When I get someone up to eat, I don’t stimulate him or her, only offer 1 or 2 ounces, and hope eyes stay closed. Then I swaddle, quickly burp, and put them right back to bed. I go back to the couch hoping for silence from the other two.
I won’t get much sleep until they do, unfortunately. I’m pretty darn tired. From Sunday to Wednesday I only got 11 hours of sleep. When all three sleep through the night, I’m celebrating. I mean SERIOUSLY CELEBRATING. I’ll probably cry, and call everyone I know.
Aunt #2 left this week, and we’ve been trying to continue some of the activities she introduced. She did so much for the babies; elaborate baths, stroller walks everyday; she even lined them up in the bouncies and read to them – everyday. It’s amazing how much family and friends help; it makes such a difference in the babies’ lives, and something we can never repay.
Now the nanny comes just a few hours a week, for those desperate days when I need to sleep. The moment she arrives I race off to bed, hoping to maximize my sleeping time. I set the alarm for the minute she needs to leave, and sleep from about 9am to 1pm. I stumble out of bed barely alive, and relieve her without even so much as a stop to the bathroom. The stress dreams remain as well. I’m convinced I’ll never see a good nights’ sleep again. Absolutely convinced.
Finally William and Jackson parted ways. That is, William wakes more at night than Jackson. William is now the “fussiest” baby, with Jackson coming a close second. At first, Jackson slept the least, now it’s William. I figure this is just the beginning of them switching roles. Emilia continues to distance herself from the boys. Being fraternal, Emilia is no more genetically similar than any other sibling would be. She looks different, and has a completely different personality. She’s very mellow, and smiles more frequently than the boys. First thing she does when she wakes in the morning? Rubs her eyes, and smiles at you!
On Wed. night Emilia slept 9 hours straight and Jackson awoke after 6. I rocked and soothed him back to sleep after he woke twice, and he ended up sleeping a total of 8 hours. William slept 4.5 hours from 8 – 12:30, and then woke every 3 hours after. He could not be soothed without a couple ounces of formula each time he awoke. Still, the best night of sleeping for the babies by far. I actually slept for the first time at night, about 2 hours in between William’s feedings throughout the night. Yeah! It’s getting easier, just like everyone said!