Nothing to write home about …

When I first started blogging 8 years ago (Jesus! end of October…) I did it to remember what Emma was like as a little baby. Mind you, she was nearing 2 at the time and had become a little person in her own right. I had a journal before then but it was all hand coded and was lost completely once I started on the whole LiveJournal thing. I am drifting off on a tangent.

After Ethan had died I used my blog as a way to get out the mess that was cluttering my brain. Even though I was in therapy at the time, my blog proved to be a much better way of getting through the fog of losing a child. I connected with so many other women who had experienced the same thing as I had.

Slowly my blog turned into a pregnancy journal to work through any fears that I had of losing Abby. I worried outloud things that I couldn’t burden James with. We were still so lost in the unknown that asking questions that had no answers did nothing but to stress us both out. So, I left that for my blog.

Things turned out great and then not so great when trying to get pregnant again. We all know how that ended as my blog then turned into a place where I constantly bitched about being so freaking uncomfortable that I was thinking about performing a c-section myself or inventing some sort of device that would make a woman who is pregnant with multiples’ body weightless.

Oh if only I could live the life of a blog of Tang floating through outer space.

Recently, things haven’t been as great as we would like them. Emotional pressures and physical strain have taken their toll. Where I would once blog about whatever I so pleased, I now edit to the point where there is no point in blogging at all.

My family knows about my blog. Not just my mom and siblings, they always have, but my dad and his entire side of the family. Part of me froze in utter terror trying to remember everything I’ve ever written wondering if I had ever said anything that someone could take the wrong way and be deeply offended. Luckily with the move to a new server my archives are pretty much gone (I have them backed up but haven’t restored them. See triplets.) and so there isn’t much fuel to add to any one’s fire.

I haven’t mastered the art of taking one tiny bit of time in my day and making it into a great ornate story that would be worthy of reading. I am working on that. I swear I come up with the best blog stories to tell just as I am drifting off to sleep. By the time I wake up to crying, hungry babies I’ve forgotten them all.

People keep asking how the babies are. They are great! Thanks for asking! Well, great in that they are gaining weight and sleeping through the night (I’ve totally jinxed myself now). All three of them currently have colds. I knew this would happen, but I was hoping that they could cope better. Megan sees the bulb syringe coming for the snot in her nose and she immediately tosses her head from side to side while crying. Katie finds the snot that she sneezes out of her nose to be rather tasty. Lauren is just pissed off and wants this whole cold thing to go fuck off immediately.

With that said I did manage to get a few great pictures of them today. So, here’s the thing you’ve all been waiting for……..

Megan, Katie and Lauren. 3 months & 3 weeks old.