December 11, 2008 at 6:11 am 5 comments

Pablito in a seriously stylin' piece of furniture

Pablito in a seriously stylin' piece of furniture

 I was holding little Levi tonight, him sleeping and snorting, sucking down another liquid lunch at 9pm, me staring dreamily his way, numb from a long day of work but happy that at last I’d made it back to the Suite, when a commotion arose next door. We have adjoining rooms, as I’ve mentioned. Three sofas, three rockers, panoramic triplet views, three fridges (but breast milk only, house rules are pretty tough) – a veritable oasis of calmness and plenty. As I rocked my sleeping imbiber, however, I saw through the window glass a flurry of activity, nurses to and fro, blankets waved, cables and wires repositioned, unplugged even, and then a wonderful sight. Pablo’s isolette, the high-tech original, dubbed “the Giraffe” by the nurses for reasons unclear to me, was being wheeled off. Even after it was unplugged it made funny not-quite-gentle alarm sounds – the kind that say “um, I think someone’s wheeling your baby away.” But such was not the case tonight. Pablo had been removed to the handsome piece of wooden furniture you see in the above photo. A simple bassinet of seemingly ancient design now houses our little 4lb 10 oz. muscle man, and the ghastly incubator, with all its wires and electro-gobbledy gook has gone on to warm some other freshly plucked babe. Pablo shivers not. He regulates his own temperature, even if he’s still mooching some of the hospital’s air. He is now just a little swaddled boy on a piece of pine, no plastic barrier shielding him from us and all our clingy grabby caressing hands and stares. I could pick him up right now if I only I’d not been daft enough to quit his chambers. 

We met a triplet dad yesterday – the owner of a well-respected and long-operating Italian restaurant in town. We went out to dinner at his place with the express hope of getting a chance to say hi, and he came over to our table at the end of the evening with a radiant grin and open arms. He invited us into his ktichen, where countless photos of his beautiful triplet girls hung – they’re two now. We mentioned that our biggest boy was heading to the bassinet, but that we thought we still had several weeks to go, and he said “watch out – that probably means five days.” Apparently once the momentum starts, it is difficult to slow, and the distant glimmer of the boys finally enjoying the 8-minute drive back home in the Vanimal looms with ever  increasing proximity. This fluffy daydream of parenthood, where we cuddle our boys several times a day, change maybe four or five diapers each, and concentrate on greasing the wheels of production (again, simpler from my perspective than from Alex’s), will soon fade to the ether, commingling with misty memories of our stay in the NICU, our hospitalization, our pregnancy, the endless ups and downs (mostly downs) of trying to become pregnant in the first place, and the countless days and weeks and years of old, before such monumental concerns even trafficked our radar. We were young and carefree, simple and bold, once upon a time. Now we are grown.

On Friday we’ll go see a movie (I’m lobbying for Milk – despite the obvious absurdity of THAT being the last film we see for eighteen years). Alex’s dad flew back to L.A., and her mom is up from Connecticut. She’ll trade places with my mom over the weekend, and then we’ll be left to fend for ourselves for a short couple of weeks (or five days – however long it is before the cavalry charges the gates). Our plan is to more or less move into the hospital for the last week or so of the boys’ vacation, so we can get some advance experience with the reality of 24/7 triplet parenthood before we’re truly on the clock. We can’t wait to have the boys home, to get them right here with us, hear their funny noises, clothe them in cute little outfits and assume full stewardship of their vast input and output. It is all we ever hoped for, and we’re not gunshy now – especially as our affection for the little monkeys grows by the hour. 

But this little window, a calm before the hurricane, is also nice in its way.


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  • 1. Deborah  |  December 11, 2008 at 4:09 pm

    What a beautiful sight! David & I feel almost as though we are right there with you all. Almost. Yes, savor every moment. We can’t wait to give the boys tender hugs & kisses. So Happy Jane is there. Love to you all, Deborah ^ David

  • 2. pyjammy  |  December 11, 2008 at 5:49 pm

    glad things are going well. i need to check in more often! the boys are looking wonderful, they’re getting bigger, hooray!

    i may have said this already, but the first year will go by so very very fast. i still cannot believe my boys are one. they were just tiny little peanuts, just days ago, or so it seems.

  • 3. shnootre  |  December 11, 2008 at 6:00 pm

    Thanks Deborah and David – great to hear from you as always. We can’t wait till you can meet the boys.

    And thanks Pam! Wow – your boys are one already – amazing! Happy belated birthday to them – we identical BBB parents have to stick together!


  • 4. Lindsey  |  December 12, 2008 at 3:15 pm

    Amen to that, brother! Let those nurses show you how its done and go to that movie. And take all the help you can get at home! Just the prospect of all that diaper, wipes, clean clothes, sterilized bottles (maybe you won’t need those anymore?), etc inventory management makes me quiver. But it will be an amazing ride. Hopefully you’ll be able to find time now and then for an update on the blog once the babies come home! Keep up the good work! – Lindsey

  • 5. Karen  |  December 13, 2008 at 5:56 am

    As a new parent to triplets, these days at the hospital will fly by and afterwards you will never look at it the same again. Learn what you can while you are there but know that the real experience comes when you get home. From reading your story, anyone can see the love for these boys and you will do just fine. Allow others to help and take in each day as you continue to learn how to parent. Learning requires mistakes but remember that they will be fine. Mine really started to thrive once we got home even though we had no idea what we were doing!

    So glad things are moving so quickly…sounds like these boys are going to receive gold stars all around!



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