We moved the nursery upstairs about a week and a half ago. My three precious babies aren't just three steps away from my bedroom anymore. Seth is in heaven; I am traumatized. I thought I'd be over it by now, but I'm really not. I admit it's nice having all four kids upstairs together. It's nice having our own space downstairs, as we'd intended all along. It's nice that J isn't all alone anymore. Certainly, the babies haven't noticed any difference. But... it's so different at night - I'm so accustomed to hearing Sam's little sighs through the night, Ellie's cute little coos, and Abby's cries (Abby? Not such a fan of sleeping).
Our morning routine is completely different now, too. It used to be that pretty soon after the first sounds we heard in the morning, Seth would get up and start changing diapers. He'd change Sam first, and bring him to me to nurse. Then he'd change Ellie and Abby, and bring me Ellie to nurse, and put Sam in the nursery to play while he offered Abby a cup of milk which she usually refused. Now we hear them wake up, but we usually let them talk to each other for a while (and sometimes they even fall back to sleep!). After J comes down to tell us he's awake, we tell him to go get dressed for school, and we go upstairs to get moving with the day. Depending on whether Seth is still home (he often has to be at the hospital at an ungodly hour of the morning), we either split baby and J-man duties or I take care of it. '
But first thing's first: I open up the nursery door, and three beautiful, smiling, gorgeous heads pop up from their cribs. These bright-eyed, bushy tailed, amazing babies never fail me. They greet me with such joy and unconditional, overflowing love every single morning that I can't help but wonder why I ever questioned how I could handle triplets. I wish, in those first few days or weeks of my pregnancy, when I was completely panicked about the prospect of getting through a triplet pregnancy and triplet parenthood, that someone could have adequately expressed to me how incredible a feeling it is a year later to have those three enormous grins shining at you when you open their door in the morning. Or how unique an experience it is to sit down on the living room floor and have three enthusiastic babies giggling and crawling as fast as they can, racing to be the first one into your lap and climbing up to be the first one to get kisses. I'm sure those experiences are incredible with one baby. But they are nearly indescribable with three babies.
Back to the nursery.
So you can see, this transition to the nursery is not entirely bad, it's just... different. Once all the diapers are changed, we let the babies roam free for a while. No more baby pit, you see. The whole first floor (sans the kitchen, bathroom, and J's room) are baby proofed (for the most part). I get J his morning medicine and then I nurse Sam and Ellie before I get the babies into high chairs for breakfast, about which time my nanny usually arrives (if it's a weekday) and takes over. With the big difference in morning routine, it does making nursing the babies harder to squeeze in, and sometimes, it just gets skipped - I think we're getting closer and closer to weaning.
So it's not an entirely bad transition, it's just a change. And we all know how well I deal with change.
In other news, Sam is completely walking. He rarely crawls, but when he does, it's incredibly cute, and I keep thinking I should get it on video before I lose my chance. I probably never will, and I'll regret it. Ellie has become quite a good walker, as well, though not nearly as steady as Sam. She's catching up though. Abby, who had steadfastly refused to even STAND, let alone walk, took three steps on Monday without me there to even see, the little traitor. How dare she? She promised me she wouldn't walk yet! How could she do this to me? Who gave her permission to walk? Certainly not me! Anyway, I think it was a fluke, because she hasn't done it since, and she hasn't even stood up without support, so I don't think it's something she's keen on repeating any time soon.
All three babies have been varying degrees of sick the past couple weeks. They all had a cold that wouldn't quit for about 3 1/2 weeks. The girls got ear infections and sinusitis. Sam skipped that, but then developed a four day 102 degree fever. He was so sad - he wouldn't eat or play, he just sat in our laps sucking his pacifier and holding his beloved elephant blankie. I normally don't let him suck on a pacifier except during naptime or bedtime, but that's all he wanted, and I thought it was only fair. Poor baby. But everyone is all better now, or so it seems, so here's hoping. J also had a cold and his normal reactive airway/asthma type stuff along with that, but fortunately, even though he won't take his ADHD medicine without a fight, he LOVES taking his inhaler, so at least THAT isn't a fight! Whew!
J is doing really well. I'm really proud of what a great big brother he is and how well he's doing in school and with speech therapy. He's such a loving, creative soul and wants to do well. I'll write more about it in a separate post, but we're taking a parenting class on "Parenting the Challenging Child" given by our Developmental Pediatrician, and we realized that so many of the things that made J challenging are already less of a challenge just in the couple of months that we've been working with the developmental pediatrician - and I'm just so proud of J for the progress that he's made. The class is still incredibly helpful and it's good to see the material presented in a very methodical way, instead of the more bandaid approach we'd been getting it in our appointments with the pediatrician, but I feel so much less like we need this DESPERATELY than I did two months ago when we first registered for the class (though it only started 3 weeks ago).