First, let me just tell you three babies is NOT easy! I thought I was prepared for this but I think it is impossible to be prepared for this. All I can say is THANK GOD for Grandma. If she was not here helping we would have spiraled out of control days ago. It's crazy all day every day, there are no days only 4 hours from feed to feed. Day and Night run together. You can get one baby to sleep, sometimes even two, but never three. Well at least for longer then an hour at a time. Which at 3 AM is not so fun. We wind up very tired, which leads to a bit of silliness throughout the day. Because of this Logan has been given a very unfortunate nickname which we can't seem to stop using. Its started as "Low-gee" but quickly changed to "Lou-gee". Say it out load and you'll understand. Poor guy.
I have come up with a little plan to help teen pregnancy problem, I'm thinking of calling it Scared Abstinence. It will be the equivalent of "Scared Straight" for the inner city teens. Spend 48 hours with a set of triplets or above and I promise they will run so far from the opposite sex just for fear looking at them wrong could cause a pregnancy. Multiples are not for the weak at heart folks, only the strong survive.
Lougee, has been quite the handful. He is living up to his original nickname of CP (cranky pants). He is the hardest to calm down, feed, put to bed, etc. Basically he is just a fussy baby. Which the first couple days was a little difficult for dear old dad to understand, but its getting better. With understanding comes patience I suppose. Well that and trying every trick ever invented to soothe him. Sleeping on the floor, on his belly, wrapped up tight, unwrapped, in a swing, in a bouncer, taped to the ceiling....ummm forget that last one it never happened. Here are some good pics.
Logan sitting in the big boy chair, not happy about it.
Daddy pretending to enjoy feeding Logan during a fussy feed.
Daddy not pretending.
Logan sleeping, finally!
When Madison first came home she was dealing with some crankiness as well. We asked the doctor about putting her on Zantac with Logan and it has changed her world. I think she was really dealing with some reflux issues and the Zantac has really changed her demeanor. We tried letting all three sleep in one bed, but Madison was a little too wiggly for the rest of the gang and we had to move her. Below is an example.
This is how she was suppose to look when I went to pick her up.
This is how she actually looked. (And please don't worry about Lizy's face against the wedge, I moved it when I picked up Logan seconds before taking this picture, she didn't sleep like that.)
Elizabeth is quickly becoming our little chunky monkey. Boy can she eat, whew! We actually have to stop her half way just to slow her down or she will spit up for an hour. She is so calm almost all day, if she is crying you know something is wrong and can quickly fix her issue. Some pics of her playing with bro and sis.
Talking things over (Elizabeth R and Madi L).
This is a cute picture but it only tells half the story. Moments later Lizy would cover half of Madi's head and face with spit up, hitting her from about a foot away. Ah the joy of multiples. Lizy, Madi, and Logan
Here are a couple more good pics of mommy and her girls.
Mommy and Lizy
Lizy left, Madi right.