The “Witching Hour” Anecdote

June 24, 2013June 24, 2013Amber 11 Comments

With the babies waking from afternoon naps between 2:00 and 3:00 pm, we now have quite a bit of wake time before bed. This time also coincides with “witching hour” (in other words, a time when the babies are particularly fussy and sometimes downright intolerable). We have learned in recent days that “witching hour” is reserved solely for home, however. Because the babies are enamored with novelty, they are chipper on field trips. Since babies that cannot yet walk, we are limited as to what they can manage. We have come up with a few creative outings for the wee ones.

Friday, we ventured to Cabela’s, which is only minutes from our home. I’m not much of an outdoorsy gal, but Cabela’s is FREE, indoors, and best of all air-conditioned. We spent well over an hour showing the babies the taxidermy zoo and aquarium. We then enjoyed noshing on some sweet potato fries. The babies especially loved this snack and three of them signed “more” repeatedly. While Sydney didn’t sign, she vocalized that she enjoyed her snack too. Sydney isn’t terribly interested in signing, but she babbles so much, I expect she may just say, “MORE” one day.

This is how we toted four babies around Cabela’s!

Terri chauffered Rylin in a shopping cart.

Sydney was far more fascinated by the lighting than anything else.

We stopped by the kid’s fishing pole koisk for Grandpa. He’s been dreaming of taking the babies fishing since they were mere dots on a sonogram. Notice, the girls have a Tinkerbell and Barbie pole while the boys have Cars and Spiderman. There is something for everyone!

The babies sat perfectly in these high chairs. I forgot our sticky place mats at home so improvised by washing the table with Germ X.

The sweet potato fries were surprisingly tender and tasty.

On Sunday, the babies enjoyed another field trip. This time, to Grandaddy’s house for a dip in the pool. He has an in ground pool so it was a true swim this time. Mason wasn’t keen on the crisp water, but was content to float in an inflatable boat or snuggle in my arms. The other babies happily splashed and kicked in their respectable rafts. After swimming, we changed them into dry diapers and pajamas in an assembly line then served up a delicious meal. Following dinner, the babies enjoyed some poolside entertainment as George’s cousin, Brandi, practiced diving. The babies gawked in amazement for well over 20 minutes allowing us time to clean up and load the van. They may have well enjoyed the show over Baby Einstein!

The girls are suited up for the pool!

Carol helped keep babies from crawling into the water.

And this is what it looks like to have four babies in a pool together.

Family picture in the pool.

It was much easier snapping a picture when we could hold the squirmy babies.

Mmm, poolside dinner!

Mason never ceases to amaze me. He used poor little Sydney to boost him up.

The Pack ‘n’ Play worked well as a baby holding tank that prevented anyone from heading towards the water unsupervised. Mason never ceases to amaze me. He used poor little Sydney to boost him up.

Rylin rocked some wild post swim hair.

I’m hoping to pack in many more field trips this summer, especially when I have the help of our weekday babysitters. I’m thinking of visiting the aquarium, zoo, restaurants, and mall. Do you have any baby friendly field trip ideas? I’d love some suggestions, particularly inexpensive or free options.

hugs!

Amber

Nearing “The BIG One”

June 22, 2013Amber 9 Comments

As of Thursday, the babies turned 11 months old! While they are an increasing challenge, the babies are also becoming fun little people and more entertaining every day. They are so busy in fact, George and I are putting serious thought into carving out funds for a very part time nanny or housekeeper. I continue to enjoy spending lots of time with the babies on my own. Without long daytime naps, maintaining the house while enriching the babies is not so simple.

At 11 months, I’m both proud and relieved to see them begin to catch up to same age peers with regards to developmental milestones. Harper and Rylin were dismissed from Occupational Therapy several months ago, and Mason and Sydney are soon to follow suit. The babies are all doing the following things:

crawling with tummy off the ground

pulling up onto furniture and toys

transitioning from tummy to sitting and standing to sitting

cruising along furniture and walls

picking up finger foods with a pincer grasp

eating chunky purees, including our dinners

approximating some words, babbling

using cause/ effect toys with switches or buttons

recognizing caregivers

discriminating between familiar and unfamiliar people

imitating some adult actions (e.g. clapping, faces)

indicating preferences by turning head, making faces, or making sounds

interacting with each other (I love it when they hold hands or share enjoyment with a toy)

beginning to follow simple commands (e.g. “no”, “come here”)

clapping two objects together

open and close doors

listen to stories and songs

turn pages of board books

In addition to group milestones, each of the babies has a few tricks of their own.

The days of babies laying still in a crib is a officially a thing of the past!

We had some fun capturing the babies documentary style.

Here is our obligatory 11 month crib picture. They may not lay still anymore, but I love how they stand.

Of the babies, Rylin has the widest repertoire of facial expressions. She can go from a scowl to a wide mouthed grin, letting her emotions be known. She has been enjoying clapping for a while and signs “more” with ease. Rylin also enjoys playing a modified version of catch and showing her four teeth.

Harper is generally happy and loves grinning so his bottom two teeth show. He recently learned how to sign “more” and does it frequently. When frustrated, he holds his arms out wide and turns his wrists in little circles as he protests. He knows the word, “no” and turns around when verbally redirected.

Sydney is a girl with the gift of gab. She talks almost incessantly saying, Dada, Dad (which she spreads out emphasizing the vowel), Mom, Mama, Tatata, and several others. Sometimes, I am certain she said, “I did it!” Apparently Syndey prefers that her personal space be respected. When she is playing alone, she feigns injury if another baby invades her territory. She is particularly fond of Lily and gingerly strokes her fur.

Mason as usual conquers the motor milestones with ease. He has been crawling well over two months now and recently began pulling up onto objects to get a better view out the window or onto a table. While the others are close, he is the only one who uses a sippy cup independently. When asked, “Where’s your nose?” he often crinkles his nose as he lets out a little snort, which is hilarious.

I can’t wait to see what “the BIG one” brings!

hugs,

Amber

The Little Things Thursdays: Installment #20

June 20, 2013Amber 3 Comments

It’s time once again to link up with Rebecca at A Beautiful Ruckus and make note of some special little moments from the week. Without further a due, here we go!

1. When my cousin’s oldest daughter, Taylor, turned one George built her a puppet theater based on a Pottery Barn Kids version we saw in store. It was well crafted to resemble a castle. Recently, we noticed the babies, Sydney especially, giggle at the puppets on their DVDs. We searched for puppets online, but found them to be expensive. George eventually found a set on Craigslist that included a puppet theater. The theater was cute, but not nearly as magnificent as George’s version. He kept remarking that he wanted to build a new one like Taylor’s. I, however, was okay with the Craigslist find. Ironically, my cousin called a week after we bought the puppet theater asking if we wanted Taylor’s puppet theater. At the ripe old age of eight, Taylor outgrew it. George was ecstatic to say the least. This week, the babies enjoyed the theater’s inaugural show.

For a brief moment, everyone watched the puppet show.

Even Lily was interested.

2. With busybody babies, I’m always looking for fresh ways to entertain them. I purchased a bag of plastic balls at Walmart and tossed them into a Pack ‘n’ Play as a makeshift ball pit. I tried putting babies in there individually, but they seemed bored so I started adding babies. Eventually, all four were in there at once and tossing balls. It would probably be more like a play land ball pit if I added another bag of balls, but I really don’t want to store them.

Mason decided to visit his sibs in the ball pit.

And then all four ended up in the ball pit together.

3. This week has been dedicated to health and wellness for the whole family, fur babies included. Earlier in the week George took Sasha and Lily to the vet for their annual vaccines and exam. I intended to make dental and doctor appointments for myself on days when we have our usual babysitters. I procrastinated on appointment making and found desired times booked. My aunt, Terri, saved the day and agreed to babysit ALL four babies single handedly while I got my pearly whites cleaned. I never thought I would see a dental hygiene visit as “me time”, but it was. I was in a quiet place where I could watch an episode of Ellen mostly uninterrupted. The babies got a good report and I enjoyed some extra evening help after my appointment.

Few can manage the dual baby hold, but Terri mastered it!

Babies everywhere!

4. This is a typical scene around 6:30 pm when George arrives home from work. A picture is worth a thousand words-

Priceless!

What little things highlighted your week?

hugs!

Amber

You Win Some, You Lose Some

June 17, 2013June 17, 2013Amber 8 Comments

When our friends, Neha and Kristen came to help with the babies last week, I really wanted to do something that would be difficult without four adults. I spent a good portion of the day deciding what missions I wanted to tackle and came up with two: 1. Do a first birthday photo shoot 2. Take the babies out to dinner. You may remember, we took the babies out for dinner several months ago, but at the time they were tiny and not ready to enjoy the scenery. At 10 months old, they can sit in high chairs, eat finger foods, and soak in their new environment. Plus, they really need the occassional field trip.

The three of us attempted the photo shoot before George arrived home from work and it was dicey to say the least. Needless to say, mobile babies are not so easy to capture as infants who lay still. After squeezing four babies into beach wear, we spread a quilt outside in the shade and toted the babies outdoors. Neha and Kristen enthusiastically blew bubbles and tossed a beach ball in a futile attempt to engage the babies. As soon as we’d get all four situated, one or more would make a mad dash to the grass or would yank someone else’s hair. The babies were far more concerned about exploring the back yard, or in Sydney’s case snuggling up on the quilt for a nap. As the three of us furiously smoldered in the Texas heat, we gave up on an outdoor shoot and hauled the babies back indoors. They were just as active inside as out so we turned on a Baby Einstien DVD. My little trick kept the babies together, but they were hardly still and of course they craned their necks to see the television. All I can say is we tried. I showed George the “good one” and he made the mistake of saying, “But no one is smiling.” Getting them together was nearly impossible so smiles were low in the priority list.

Harper is darting out of the photo as the other three have other priorities as well.

I thought it would be cute to lay the babies on the quilt with their heads together. They disagreed.

And, this was a “good one”. All babies are together, but as you can see it was not the money shot.

Thankfully, the second mission was far better than the first. Although it was witching hour, I thought dinner out might be refreshing for the babies. I didn’t think Jason’s Deli would be bustling on a Tuesday at 5:30 pm either. After we fed the babies dinner, we loaded them into the van armed with an arsenal of baby supplies. Once at Jason’s Deli I scooted in first with Super Seats as the other adults unloaded the babies. I scouted out a long table where adults could sit in the middle and anchor the corners with babies. After attaching each Super Seat, we adorned each baby’s spot with adhesive place mats and littered them with Cheerios. As soon as we knew the babies were content, the adults took turns ordering. There was just enough time for us to enjoy dinner while the babies entertained themselves with Cheerios and making observations.

Can you spot all four babies?

Mason was enamored with the little girls seated behind us and spent most of the time craning his neck to see them. At just 10 months old, he is already proving himself to be flirtatious. Meanwhile, Sydney found the ceiling fans to be fascinating. We were able to enjoy our meal and some conversation while the babies simply enjoyed the new scene. Breakdown was a breeze; I pulled up place mats and wadded them into the trash, stacked Super Seats and loaded car seats. We arrived home just in time for pajamas and the last call bottle.

Sydney looked so tiny sitting at the table. She had to stretch her arms and fingers out just to reach the Cheerios.

I brought Sippy cups and then left them in the van. We improvised with cups and straws.

The babies each got their first sample of ice cream. I wanted to make sure they were okay before their birthday.

Each adult was assigned a baby Kristen: Rylin, Me: Harper, George: Sydney, and Neha: Mason.

hugs!

Amber

The Quadfather

June 16, 2013August 16, 2015Amber 12 Comments

Dear George,

Last year you made it clear that you did not want to be honored on Father’s Day because you weren’t yet a father. Watching you prepare for our babies, I vehemently disagreed, but also understood your perspective. I’ve heard men don’t feel truly bonded to their babies until they hold them for the first time because that is when it becomes real. Unlike typical parents who hold their babies immediately after delivery, we had to wait nearly a week. Instead, we were only able to gaze at them through isolettes and touch them through port holes. Even though you couldn’t hold the babies immediately, you sprung into action and became “The Quadfather” the moment the babies were delivered. Without hesitation, you rushed to the NICU to be with them and advocate for their best interests. You were forced to make decisions for the babies on your own as I recovered. In fact, you had the task of matching our chosen names to the babies by checking their weights. I never once worried about your abilities because I knew you were fully capable.

These shirts were a surprise from me to you for D-Day. I love how you still wear it with pride.

These shirts were a surprise from me to you on D-Day. I love how you still wear it with pride. You joined the ranks of a few lucky enough to be called “Quadfathers”.

It was excruciating seeing the babies only through isolesttes in the early days, but they were worth the wait. Our first snuggles were momentous.

We’ve been on quite a journey together, but there’s no one I’d rather have by my side than you. Each day I wake up to four tiny people jabbering or fussing, I am grateful that you are right beside me. Few fathers can spoon feed four babies simultaneously, build a quad table and diaper chute, or make formula by the gallon. You can, because we are a team. Happy 1st Father’s Day!

Rylin was the first born and first baby you laid eyes upon.

When you held Harper for the first time I could see the love in your eyes. If you didn’t feel bonded on delivery day, you certainly were by this very moment.

I was terrified to hold our two pound Sydney for the first time, but you didn’t hesitate to wrap her in your arms.

Mason was the first baby we were able to hold. He opened his eyes and looked deeply into yours.

Whether you know it or not, you are the babies’ hero already. When you arrive home from work, they race to the gates to see you. Whenever possible they follow you and watch your every move. They know you are their Daddy.

xoxo,

Amber

The Little Things Thursdays: Installment #19

June 14, 2013June 14, 2013Amber 3 Comments

As the babies are getting older, they are napping less and are far more busy and inquisitive than ever before. I’m finding that the late afternoons and evenings are becoming a time when they require more entertainment, yet aren’t quite big enough to do many things. Thankfully with the onset of summer, more friends are available to lend a helping hand. This week the babies enjoyed an onslaught of special visitors. I’m thankful for the relief and sunshine these special people brought to our home this week. This week as we link up with A Beautiful Ruckus, we are recognizing the visitors from the week.

On Friday when I arrived home from work, I discovered an unexpected visitor. Our friend, Kelsey, was sitting in the den with babies perched around her. She recently graduated from Notre Dame (we are so proud of her!) and is now back home in Texas. Yippee! Bless her heart, she returned for a second round of baby help Wednesday evening, which included bath night and babies who did not take naps. It was so nutty both days she came, I didn’t get an opportunity to snap pictures.

I went to the office three days this week, leaving my in-laws with the babies twice. On Monday when I opened the door to greet them, I found George’s youngest cousin, Brandi ready to wrangle babies. Like Kelsey, she returned for round two on Wednesday! I know that Carol and George appreciated having a helper because the babies are just plain busy lately, even with two adults.
Sadly, Brandi lives an hour away from us. Otherwise, I’d hire her for regular duty.

Tuesday, my two college roommates helped me with the babies all day. The wheels in my head began turning thinking about the rare opportunity of having two adults for an entire day. They helped me accomplish a few missions I would not have been capable of tackling solo. Despite the fact that there were three of us with the babies, we were exhausted by the end of the day. I hope they’ll return for round two…

When Rylin’s temper flared, Neha found a way to help her grin.

After lunch, I read the babies a favorite book, Brown Bear, Brown bear. Sometimes I read it as is, other times I point out animal names and sounds, and sometimes I label body parts. Any way it’s read the babies LOVE this book.

Kristen and Neha helped me work with the babies on signing “more” during snack time. Rylin and Mason are really getting it and the others are close.

By the end of the day, the adults snuggled up in Boppy Pillows as the babies crawled around us. Mason and Sydney apparently took up massage therapy.

Today, I took Mason to Cranial Technologies for his DOC band adjustment appointment. This time however, I took Sydney along for the ride. Sydney did extremely well and we enjoyed trying out a twin stroller handed down to us. My friend, Jen, graciously stayed behind with Rylin and Harper so I could practice taking two babies out on my own.

Mason thought the snack cups were nifty while Sydney thought the foot rest was great.

I am officially working just two more days before I go on summer break myself. I’m looking forward to having our usual helpers come over when I am home so we can go on new adventures that I cannot do alone. What moments brightened your week?

Hugs,

Amber

Mission: Survival

June 9, 2013June 9, 2013Amber 19 Comments

I began writing this post several months ago when the NICU director from Cook Children’s Hospital asked George and I to speak at an upcoming event about infant mortality. I abandoned it for fear of seeming lackluster or coming off as conceited. However, I’ve recently come into contact with several expectant mothers of multiples and think this post is worth finishing.

Apparently Dallas and Tarrant counties boast the worst infant mortality rates in Texas and some of the worst in the United States. I stumbled across articles from The Star Telegram and Washington Post that mention some startling statistics. According to current research, it appears that prenatal care is one of the most critical factors. The NICU director felt that George and I made sound decisions early on to help me carry the babies as far as possible for the betterment of everyone’s health. Reflecting back on the dog days of my pregnancy, here are some of the things I feel were beneficial.

1. Got into Shape Beforehand

When family building did not come as easily as anticipated, George and I decided to change our lifestyle to one of health and wellness. We figured if we were dealing with infertility we knew we were in for a journey and better prepare. I mean, you wouldn’t attempt to run a marathon without getting into shape first. Just like a marathon, pregnancy is difficult on the body. After scheduling routine physicals and catching up on vaccines, we developed an exercise regime. Together, we took kickboxing classes twice weekly and I practiced yoga three days a week. Additionally, we made an effort to eat well. We cooked fresh foods at home most of the time and rarely ate out. I can honestly say I was in the best shape of my life just before becoming pregnant with the quads, even better than I was at 18.

2. We found “the quad guy”

The day of our initial sonogram with the quads, we knew we needed the best doctor for the job. My RE referred us to a perinatologist who had experience with high order multiples, including several sets of quadruplets. All of my prenatal visits were exclusively with my perinatologist.

This was our first ultrasound and the only time all four babies were captured in one image.

3. Educated Ourselves and Found Support

Together, we made an effort to educate ourselves about pregnancy, especially regarding multiple gestation. This included close communication with my perinatologist. I read several books, including The Mayo Clinic Guide to a Healthy Pregnancy, which was my favorite one. I read a few books about twins, but chucked them when they only mentioned terrifying things about high order multiples. Fear was not helpful to me. The single best advice I received from Dr. Tabor was to look up Steece’s Pieces, a blog maintained by a former patient who also had quadruplets. I read the archives of her blog many times over to help cope with bed rest and the future with four babies. I kept contact with other mothers of quadruplets, both expectant and mothers of older children. They served as a resource for “Is this normal with quads?” and served as a sounding board. In fact, this wonderful group continues to serve as a resource for raising quadruplets.

4. Made Calories Count

During my pregnancy, my doctor advised a diet of approximately 3,000 calories. This included the usual 1,800 calories for me and an additional 300 calories per baby. I could have easily met the 3,000 mark with a few Whoppers and Blizzards, but I knew that what I ate was for the babies. I wanted those calories to count. I kept a variety of healthy snacks in my office (when I was working) and at home. I noshed on things such as Greek yogurt (high in protein and calcium), nuts, fresh fruits and veggies, popcorn (high in fiber), cheese sticks, and protein shakes.

3. Kept Hydrated

I also drank water by the gallon. If a visitor ever asked what she could do for me, I would ask for a refill on both of my large Tervis Tumblers. Staying hydrated was critical to keep contractions at bay and to help keep amniotic fluid levels stable (Sydney’s fluids were low at several appointments). I veered away from most other beverages, particularly caffeinated drinks. Popsicles, however were a fun source of fluids especially in the Texas heat.

Can you spot the two Tervis Tumblers on my nightstand? They remained at my side the duration of my pregnancy.

5. Popped Approved Supplements

Prior to taking any medication or supplements, I consulted with my perinatologist. I have a blood clotting disorder called MTHFR and was prescribed a mega dose of folic acid and low dose aspirin to manage it. In addition to those, I also took gummy prenatal vitamins (I could not keep the regular ones down so I opted for gummies) plus calcium and iron.

6. Listened to My Body

Just prior to being put on bed rest, I could feel my body become increasingly taxed. After years of practicing yoga, I knew it was critical to listen to my body. If I felt dizzy or fatigued, I simply rested. It did not matter if I was at work walking to a classroom or at Walmart. I literally found a suitable place to sit and I took deep cleansing breaths as I rested. When I felt normal again, I took care to rise slowly and carry on. When I felt thirsty or hungry, I took care of those needs. I never pushed myself beyond what I felt my body could manage even though that is something I tend to do. I knew that pregnancy was not the time to test my limits or try a bit harder.

7. Tossed My Pride Out the Window

I am a highly independent person and I struggle to accept help. However, with a high risk pregnancy, I knew it was necessary to swallow my pride. When I was working full time, I was not ashamed to prop my feet on a box at my desk, to sip water during meetings, or to roll my ergonomic chair to conference tables. The weeks just before bed rest, I wanted to do a lot of “nesting” but knew I needed to be wary of overdoing it. When I went shopping, I did the unthinkable and used the store’s power chairs. It was totally embarrassing zipping around in those, but it was good practice being noticed in public. Looking back, it was probably more discreet for a pregnant girl to ride in a power chair than for me to push a stroller limo loaded with four babies now! For the first time in my life I also let the bag boy at the grocery store load my car and I let people do things for me at home. When I was bed ridden it pained me to sit idle while other people cooked and cleaned, but I knew that was for the best.

Oh yeah, here I am rocking the Target power chair!

Here is an instance where I had to let George and my father in law handle something I wanted to do: organize the nursery closets.

8. Obeyed Orders

I am a rule follower in pretty much every aspect of my life, from turning library books in on time to coming to a complete stop at stop signs. Pregnancy was no different. I did EXACTLY as directed. When put on strict bed rest, I took it seriously. I literally stayed in my bed except to go to the bathroom and shower. After the first few weeks of strict bed rest, George impassingly mentioned to Dr. Tabor that I had not been in the kitchen. Dr. Tabor was literally stunned that I followed his orders exactly. I suspect this is one of the reasons I was not admitted to the hospital (rumor has it that Dr. Tabor prefers to admit mothers of high order multiples early so he can keep an eye on them).

This was my bed rest set up complete with Snoogle and laptop. I later swapped the laptop for a secondhand ipad, which was much lighter and easier to manage.

This was my bed rest set up complete with Snoogle pillow, wedge pillow, and laptop. I later swapped the laptop for a secondhand ipad, which was much lighter and easier to manage.

We kept the mini fridge and microwave from my office at my bed side. George stocked it nightly so I could easily access snacks in the day. You’ll notice a notepad, Ziploc of snacks, wallet, and book on my nightstand as well. I kept a running list of things I wanted to accomplish each day so that I did not feel like a sloth. I read to keep my mind busy and nested by shopping online for the babies (hence the wallet next to the Ziploc).

9. Researched the NICU

Because quads are always delivered prematurely (34 weeks is usually the furthest they can be carried), we knew there would be a NICU stay. Early on in the pregnancy, George and I compared the NICU facilities in our area and took tours. We made the decision to have the babies transferred to the nearest children’s hospital (Cook Children’s). While we knew our delivery hospital could provide outstanding medical care, we felt that the children’s hospital would better meet the needs of our family and provided a family centered approach. I encourage all expectant parents, especially those in high risk situations, to be aware of the NICU facilities available to them. Even parents with one baby and no known risks can have surprise NICU stay. Being aware of options ahead of time can serve you well in the future.

10. Summoned the Power of Prayer

Pregnancy can be a stressful time, and pregnancy with high order multiples is exponentially risky and stressful. Despite knowing all of the risks involved, George and I remained calm as possible. He and I both knew that letting stress take over would be to the detriment of me and the babies. To the best of our ability, we did everything we knew to maintain everyone’s health. However, we knew it was not fully under our control. We left the rest up to God. People near and far prayed specifically for us and for specific situations such as when Sydney’s fluids were low. Via this blog, I communicated very specific needs and I know that people heard them, adding them to prayer lists. Just recently, a neighbor stopped us during an evening walk. She exclaimed, “Oh you are the family I prayed for! A neighbor told me someone was expecting quadruplets and needed prayer. I prayed for these babies.”

Knowing the risks involved carrying four babies, George and I do not take our babies’ health for granted. We count our blessings every day. This was a special moment when all babies were reunited for the first time since delivery. They were four weeks old.

Ultimately I did everything in my power to sustain my pregnancy as long as possible and to give the babies the best chances I could. I never wanted to look back and wonder “what if”. However, every mother and baby is unique. Some mothers do everything perfectly and outcomes are not as good as ours. Other mothers seem to make all the wrong choices and yet everything is problem free. The best advice I can offer if you are expecting one baby or seven babies is to do your best to make sound decisions for yourself and your babies.

hugs!

Amber

The Little Things Thursdays: Installment #18

June 6, 2013Amber 2 Comments

Yesterday a mom from our online group posted a picture of her quintuplets in graduation regalia with a quote stating, “The days are long, but the years are short.” How true that is! Some days raising quadruplets seem incredibly LONG, yet their first year is flashing right before us. All the more reason to savor the little things and link up with A Beautiful Ruckus.

1. For the first time ever, George and I split the crew. We took Harper and Rylin to a friend’s house for a family barbeque. Meanwhile, Sydney and Mason stayed with Aunt CiCi and her friend, Leslie. I agonized about who would be the “chosen” ones and considered all possible scenarios. I ended up choosing Rylin since she rarely takes a good afternoon nap and Harper because he is a strong sitter (they planned to have a baby pool and I didn’t want a baby toppling over in it).

Playing man to man defense turned out to be a cake walk compared to the zone defense we’re accustomed to. When we bid our farewells at the party, a nagging feeling taunted me. I soon realized I was missing two kids! Sydney and Mason may have stayed home, but I don’t think they missed out; they got individual attention for an entire afternoon. Besides, they get to go next time we divide and conquer.

There were four babies at the party, but only two were mine! Rylin got her first kiss from the adorable little blonde. Actually, I think Harper also received a kiss from this kiddo. Hmm.

Leslie and Sydney

Aunt CiCi and Mason

2. All six of us enjoyed our first meal from the garden this season. My father in law shared some summer squash and George harvested a zucchini from our own garden. I sautéed both with onions and then simmered with diced tomatoes for our dinner. Then, I pureed the left overs for the babies. As it turns out, Sydney in particular has a sophisticated palate. She prefers our meals over the baby purees I’ve been serving and gobbled up as much as her big brother, Harper.

3. Monday was a rather trying day for me with the babies. Afternoon naps were brief and baby dispositions were noticeably foul. I simply had to escape the confines of our house so I devised a getaway plan. As the babies noshed on a few Cheerios, I loaded the van with Goodwill donation boxes, an ice chest, and a diaper bag. Then I swooped up each baby, buckled them into their car seats and loaded the van. After about 15-20 minutes we were on the open road. After ditching our Goodwill stash at the Donation Station, we dashed over to Sonic. I snagged a chocolate shake topped with a cherry and a bag of ice. It was a bit of an ordeal loading and unloading four babies for a measly shake and ice, but was totally worth it! We ALL needed a diversion.

It may have taken me close to an hour to grab a bag of ice, but it was worth every minute of effort. After all, Sonic ice is the best!

Those precious faces were not smiling just an hour prior to this picture. I had some seriously unhappy babies.

4. On Friday evening, Sydney had an occupational therapy session. Her therapist was pleased to find both goals were mastered: rolling over and sitting independently. However, I shared concern that unlike the other babies, Sydney wasn’t even attempting to pull up and relied solely upon army crawling. Sydney must have been listening because she got busy on Saturday. All of the sudden she started doing both things! Her therapist is in for a real surprise at her next visit when she sees Sydney crawling AND pulling up on her own volition.

Sydney is finding all sorts of things to pull up on from baskets to siblings.

5. I am far too cheap to pay for the version of WordPress, which supports video. However, I’ve been capturing the babies in action recently and started posting them on our Four to Adore Facebook page. With all four babies crawling I noticed they behave a lot like ducks following their mama around. After several outtakes, I finally (well, mostly) captured them crawling from their nurseries to the den. I love re-watching this footage because it makes me smile every time.

What bright spots filled your week?

Hugs!

Amber

Quads x 2!

May 18, 2013May 26, 2013Amber 10 Comments

When I learned that the Bell Quad Squad planned to relocate to the Dallas area I was ecstatic. I envisioned epic quad play dates plus some adult time with parents in the trenches. A few months ago, the Bells finally made the big move up here. However, I presumed they were overwhelmed with moving quadruplets across state, searching for a new home, and fielding visitors. The last thing I wanted to do was pounce on an already over extended family. Last week, I knew it was time for the epic quad play date. The tell-tell sign was Amber’s Facebook post of herself sitting in the apartment lawn encircled by to Exersaucers, a Jumparoo, and a quilt littered with baby toys. I know that we can feel cabin fever from being cramped in our house. I can’t imagine contending with 11 month old mobile quadruplets in a two bedroom apartment, even just temporarily. I messaged Amber to see if she was up for the adventure and she happily accepted the challenge.

As it turns out, planning a quad play date is quite an undertaking. Amber and I messaged back and forth for a solid three days before the big event. Topics of consideration included schedules, getting lunch for ourselves, and what Amber should pack (or not). After a lot of banter, we hatched a fool-proof plan. At first we were frustrated by seemingly opposite feed and nap schedules. However it worked out rather well in the end. Prior to their arrival, I set up our four pack ‘n’ plays in our study and master bedroom while Amber loaded her Suburban across town. While she was en route, Amber stopped by Chick Fil A to snag some lunch for the Mamas (Hooray for that!).

Amber arrived with babies in tow just as my crew began waking from their morning nap. As I settled my babies in the feeding table, Amber let her four acclimate to their new surroundings. They seemed to enjoy their new surroundings and became comfortable quickly, with the exception of Logan. Poor Logan was having an “off” day and was less than pleased with the whole ruckus of eight babies. I’ll admit, I expected there to be one or more unhappy babies and figured one or more would likely be mine. I was relieved that there was only one unhappy camper in the bunch and she didn’t belong to me (sorry Amber B!) Not bad to have only one baby fuss given the circumstances. There was one Shawver family member that was far more upset than Logan though. Lily protested being quarantined on the opposite side of the fence. I haven’t a clue why a Yorkie would want to roam about with EIGHT babies crawling at her and grabbing her. Most of the day, babies took turns peering through the bars of the gate at Lily as she whined about her situation.

Mason leaned how to pull up to stand in order to get a better view of Lily.

Logan just wanted a little extra TLC from Mama.

After my babies gobbled up their lunch, I practically hosed the table down and we traded out babies. It wasn’t long before Amber had all four of her babies fed that we had all eight babies in the den for official play time. For the first time, I thought our den resembled a day care class, but I loved it. The babies spent time exploring on their own and also noticing unfamiliar faces and toys. Amber brought some of their favorite toys along for familiarity, but they fascinated my babies with novelty. Her toys made me once again realize I underestimate my babies’ abilities. Rylin surprised me when she rolled a bus on the hard wood and they all enjoyed the rocking horse. It looks like George and I will be searching for some riding toys and the buses housed in storage will soon appear.

Since the babies were on slightly different schedules, we were able to share our quad feeding table.

Sydney, Mason, and Harper were enamored with this spinning toy.

Harper discovered a new way to play with an Exersaucer, but Rylin was not impressed with his antics.

Mason visiting Logan while Trystan posed for this one.

Kailey strolled by to visit Rylin in the Exersaucer.

Oh the rocking horse was great fun!

Despite all of the babies (especially Rylin) having “stranger danger”, they all seemed to know that the other Amber was okay. Rylin and Sydney crawled right up to Amber and engaged her as if they were old friends and Harrison buddied up to me like we’ve known each other for years.

Rylin saying “hello” to Amber.

Harrison was quite the little snuggle bug.

Later Sydney took a turn visiting with Amber.

To both Mama’s delight, we managed to get ALL eight babies to nap simultaneously! It started with protests from many, but even Amber’s babies in the new place settled. Amber and I enjoyed the bit of peace as we ate our own lunches and enjoyed grown up conversation together.

Amber was thrilled to find four sleeping babies in pack ‘n’ plays.

I was equally happy to find my four snugged up in their cribs.

As babies woke from slumber, Amber and I snatched them up one at a time to keep them from disturbing others. Once all eight were up it was play time again. I’m not sure how much time passed, but at some point good moods faded and Amber inquired, “Do you have a Baby Einstein?” I’m not sure if you’ve ever witnessed a baby watching one of those DVDs, but they are magical. As soon as the music filled the den, eight little heads turned towards the television and sixteen eyes fixed on the screen. We took the opportunity to line all eight babies up to snap a picture. Of course still and quiet babies was short lived. It did not take long for Mason and Kailey to escape for greener pastures, but it was nice while it lasted and it helped the fussing cease. About the time Logan felt at ease and relaxed, it was time for the Bell babies afternoon bottle and dash to beat rush hour traffic. Quad mamas are forced to be efficient, but there is one thing more efficient than a quad mama: TWO quad mamas! In a flurry, we had the den tidy, babies fed and changed, four babies in cribs and four more loaded into a Suburban in record time. It was a successful quad play date for all! We’re looking forward to a repeat of the action and maybe even a play date with Quadfathers included.

Some how all eight babies gravitated to this toy at once! Amber and I took turns helping everyone stay balanced so the other could snap pictures.

Yes, this is all eight babies in a row.

When they weren’t dog piled, the babies seemed to enjoy independent exploration.

While the day was a success, I was tuckered out by the end of it. By the time our babies were tucked into bed for the night, I decided it was time to wind down with a crisp glass of pinot grigio and a warm chocolate chip cookie. Well deserved, I think.

Amber B. also wrote an account of our day at Texas Tales: Two Ambers = Eight Babies! She has a couple of cute videos you’ll want to watch if you’ve got a minute to spare.

Hugs!

Amber

NICU Reunion

April 28, 2013Amber 9 Comments

In what seems like an eternity ago, the babies’ NICU nurses often chattered about the day when the babies would be bigger, healthier and returning to the hospital. There would come a day they would return to the hospital not as patients, but as visitors for the NICU Reunion. At the time, I don’t think we could see the forest for the trees. Nine months later, we finally reached that point: NICU reunion time!

As part of the reunion, the hospital requested that each parent make a post of their baby filled with pictures from then and now with a statement sharing the NICU experience for current families to see, and bring them hope. As I often do, I procrastinated completing this project. Not because I did not want to do it, but I knew it would take me a good deal of time to create. Days before the reunion, I finally went to Snapfish and ordered tons of pictures of the babies from their NICU days to what they’ve been doing lately. It turned out to be quite the walk down memory lane. It was only nine short months ago that our babies weighed under 4 pounds each and lived in boxes. Oh how far we’ve come! A few hours after ordering over sixty pictures online, I picked up a thick envelope from our neighborhood Walgreens. The task daunted me even more when I flipped through a stack of pictures that would never fit onto a tiny poster. It sat on our dining room table in shambles for a few days until my mom came to the rescue. Mom just loves a creative project like this. I remember she and I staying up “all night” (what I later realized was more like 10:30 pm at most) doing school projects. Mom never did anything for me, but always put “her touch” on it so it looked just right. When it came to my latest project, Mom helped me sift through the mounds of pictures and then helped me to arrange them just so. I took a picture of the final product:

I was really pleased with the final result. In fact, I hated to part with my little project, it is a cute keepsake. I hope it inspires current and future families with babies in the NICU. After all, being in the NICU was hard, but we eventually saw the other side.

The pink piece of paper on the poster reads:

On February 2, 2012 our lives were forever changed by four tiny heartbeats detected on an early ultrasound. We were expecting quadruplets! That day we were warned about many possible complications and risks associated with high order multiples, particularly the fact that they would be premature. Instead of worrying, we began preparing. One of the first things we did was research NICU facilities in our area. After a tour of Cook, we immediately decided it was the place for our babies. Not only could they provide us with a private suite equipped for our quads, but we knew they would offer the best medical care possible and a family friendly environment for everyone. When the babies were delivered July 20, 2012, they were immediately transported to Cook. We later learned the staff was preparing for our babies weeks in advance.

Being in the NICU was not always easy. It became taxing seeing our babies so fragile and struggling to tackle seemingly simple tasks such as feeding. It was even more difficult to see them make gains one day and then backslide the next. However, being at Cook made our experience a pleasant one. The babies’ room always felt warm and inviting even though it was indeed a hospital room. All of the nurses, care partners, and staff took time to know us and the uniqueness of each baby. Staff who worked with us could tell at least one thing that was unique to each baby and they championed each baby’s successes. Not once did we leave the hospital worrying about the babies because we knew they were in the most capable, loving hands possible. If our babies could not come home with us, there is no other place we would have left them than Cook. Each morning when we would return for visits, we would find the babies dressed to match their linens and sometimes with notes or pictures taken from our camera. That warmed our hearts.

After a seven week stint in the NICU, babies started trickling home. Within a week’s time we found four tiny, yet healthy babies filling our home. At nine months old, it is difficult to believe how tiny they once were. Just like typical babies, they attack new milestones every day. We are now enjoying baby babbles, giggles, teeth, and even some scooting! We will forever hold Cook Children’s Hospital in our hearts as a special place that nourished our babies when they were so small.

Hugs,

Amber & George Shawver

We made it!

It took us weeks to find a night primary and we finally found Tiffany. However, she sent the babies home within four days! We were sad we didn’t get much time with her, but were happy to finally be home with all the babies.

Some of the babies’ nurses: Kim, Kiki, and Emily got to see how much the babies had grown.

George and I with Liz who was one of the babies’ primary nurses. She was instrumental in helping change Sydney’s protocol when she had pneumonia.

There were several volunteer photographers at the even, one captured these precious photos of each baby. I especially love Harper’s lion yawn.

Rylin became a bit fussy so Nisey rescued her from the Runabout.

Harper Stone

Mason River

Sydney Raine

One of the highlights of the reunion was meeting the McClean family. Unbeknownst to me, they were the only other set of quadruplets admitted to Cook Children’s. They are now four years old and too big for a Runabout. I appreciated that the father of the quads told George it got easier for them every year. Sometimes a little encouragement like that goes a long way!