Monday, March 31, 2014

An Open Letter to NICU Nurses

Dear NICU Nurse,

I have to be honest.  Before I had children, when I thought about the birth of my child and the days immediately after, it didn't include you.  You weren't even on my radar.  Nothing personal, but I didn't want to be involved with you.  You meant that my baby was sick.  That I wouldn't be able to take them home right away.  I mean, you work in an intensive care unit.  Those words alone are scary.

And then, I found out that I would need you.  I learned that you would be taking my place in caring for my child.  I realized that even though you hadn't previously been in my thoughts surrounding the birth of my child, you now would play an integral role.  And I'm so, so glad that you were there.

I want need to thank you.

Thank you for leaving your home, your children, your family to come take care of mine.  Thank you for kissing your children goodnight, tucking them in, and walking out the door to your night shift.  Thank you for giving up holidays, parties, celebrations, concerts and get togethers so that you could be there for me.

Thank you for seeing beyond the monitors, the wires, the medications, to see my child. You took the time to learn who my child actually was, so when something started to go wrong you could immediately notify the physician.  You knew when the bradies and spells they were presenting with weren't their normal types of spells.  You knew which positions they preferred to lie in, how they liked to be held when they ate and their love/hatred of the bathtub.

Thank you for holding my child when I couldn't.  Thank you for loving them.  Thank you for rocking them, just because you could, when you had a down moment.  You have no idea how comforting it was to know that my child wouldn't be ignored while I wasn't in the unit.

Thank you for treating me like an educated adult who was just trying to be the best mom I could.  No, I didn't know all the medical jargon going into it, but thanks for taking the time to explain it all to me.  Thank you for including me in the care of my children and for asking me for my opinion.  I know that I haven't seen all of the things you have, so I appreciate that you considered my opinion when we were discussing the care of my child.

Thank you for noticing when I was at the brink.  There were a few times I felt I was on the verge of losing my mind and you noticed and took the time to come up with solutions.  Thanks for not only knowing my baby, but for knowing me.  For knowing how much I could handle and when it was time to redirect my energy.

Thanks for the artwork that you created with their footprints/handprints/name.  It was always such a nice surprise to arrive at their bedside and see a new sign, or cute project made with their footprints.  It made me feel like I wasn't missing out on all the "normal" baby stuff.

I know that for much of this, you think you were "just doing your job."  I can tell you that for me, it didn't seem like it.  "Just doing your job" would have been you responding to my daughters's spells when she became septic, when instead you knew that she normally didn't spell like that and alerted a doctor so she could be put on antibiotics immediately.  You weren't "just doing your job" when you thought that my son looked a little off, requested that testing be done and caught his infection before it became fatal.  "Just doing your job" would not have gotten me the tiny pink hair ribbons I still have from the day of their baptism.

Now that the NICU and NICU nurses have become part of our story, I can imagine it no other way.  I consider myself lucky to have met you and lucky to have had you care for my children.  I know that many times parents find themselves overwhelmed with the lights and sounds of the NICU and the disappearing dream they had about the birth of their child, so they forget to thank you.

But, as a NICU mom, I want you to know that we appreciate it.  The bows, the snuggles, the detail, the knowledge.  All of it.

Thank you.

With love,
A mom who is grateful for everything you do

Saturday, March 8, 2014

We'll have our cake and eat it, two!

Yes, I did intentionally use the wrong "too."  My mom's an English teacher.  No way would she let me get away with that!

Because a birthday isn't a birthday unless you have a party and cake, about a week ago we had a small (very small) birthday "party" for the trio.

And, no party is complete without candles, right?  Oh yes, we did.
Grace, our pyro, thought the candles were super cool and kept going "Ooohhh.  OOooooo!!!"

Noah, ever the thinker, kept questioning me on the safety of giving two year olds open flames.
 And Addison quickly bystepped the candles, knowing that they stood between her and sweet, sugary goodness.

As you can see, Noah is NOT our sweets guy.  He prefers broccoli, carrots and mandarin oranges (no joke).  Any baked good he would rather smash between his fingers and throw to the floor than eat.

Seriously.  He didn't eat a bite.  But he DID throw it to the floor.

"Grace!!  You weren't supposed to eat that yet!!!...................Just kidding :) "

Wednesday, February 26, 2014


Two years.
24 Months.
731 Days (There was a leap year day in there)

Two years since my life was flipped upside down and I welcomed a 1 pound 14 ounce girl, 2 pound 1 ounce girl and 2 pound 4 ounce boy.

Two years since I really knew and understood that my greatest legacy in my life would be in my children.

Two years filled with the greatest of triumphs, the deepest of belly laughs, the saddest of tears, and the fondest of memories.

Happy two, my loves.

Monday, February 24, 2014

You guys?  I thought life with three infants was hard.  Can you believe that?  Three infants?  HARD?

You know what's hard?  Trying to feed three weebles a meal (which happened to be at Arby's) and having them throwing food EVERYWHERE, constantly climbing out of their highchairs and trying to "dip, dip, dip, dip" everything they can get their hands on into ketchup until everything is covered in a thick red goop.  Yeah.  I think we might try eating out again when they are....12.... or so.

In other news, the weather in our neck of the woods has been a yucky, snowy, cold mess.  The result was a four day weekend for me last week, as Thursday and Friday were completely untravelable (is that a word?  Meh, I made it one)  So, we had an art day.  We had pom poms, pipe cleaners, a rice box, stained glass windows with contact and tissue paper AND fingerpainting, all in one day.   I know, I know, wow.
You'll notice she has a safety pin under the zipper of her vest.  Because ohmahgosh stop unzipping your clothing!! 

Don't disturb the arteest.

And then, Noah discovered that contact paper will stick to anything.  Hands included.

I've got lots of pictures of them fingerpainting as well, but since they aren't wearing shirts I will probably keep those off the internet.  I can leave you with a few of Noah, though.  Since, you know, a guy's got to show his muscles :)
As you can see, he did taste test the paint.  And decided that it is, in fact, NOT edible.


Saturday, January 25, 2014

Fun with Playdough

Here in Iowa we've had a string of frigid weather, resulting in temps that are far too cold for the weebles to go outside.  So, we've resorted to find new activities to do indoors.  We took advantage of our homeboundedness today and I made a quick batch of playdough. 
"Hey guys!! " I said.  "We are going to play with playdough today!!"
And you can see that they were less than excited.  Not exactly the reaction I was hoping for.
I handed Addison her lump of dough. 
"Really, mom?  This", she said.

"You...want me to.....touch this?" Grace replied.

 Meanwhile, Noah, always the silent type, exams the engineering of a spoon from Ikea.

After a bit, he hesitantly starts playing with it.

 Grace, deciding that it isn't so bad, follows suit and digs in.

After I bit, I ask them, "So, what do you think?"
They didn't respond, but I think I know what their answer was.

Monday, January 20, 2014

Moments in Time

There are some dates, some moments, that you never forget.  They are moments that define your life, moments that come to shape your life.

May 26, 2006 - The day he proposed
June 21, 2008 - The day we wed
September 23, 2011 - The day I found out I was pregnant
October 21, 2011 - I found out it was triplets!
February 26, 2012 - The weebs are born

But there are two dates that are missing off of this list. Two dates that bring back a surge of emotions and have me hugging my noodles just a little bit tighter.

January 18th, 2012.  Two years ago.  (and two days, since I didn't get around to writing this when I intended to).  I had my anatomy scan at Mayo Clinic and I found out that my cervix was incredibly short.  Closing in on labor short.  I was told that it was very unlikely that I would make it to 24 weeks pregnant, which is where I really needed to be before I delivered, if the babies were going to have any chance at life.

I can't even begin to describe that panic that happens when one hears this.  To be told that even though you are carrying three very healthy babies, it is unlikely that your body will cooperate long enough for them to have a chance to live.  It's horrible. 

From the moment Brian and I heard this, we were determined to do everything we could to make it to 24 weeks.  He set me up with a cooler next to the bed of anything I could possibly need, so I would haven't have to get up.  He made sure my kindle was always charged so I had books and movies at the touch of a finger.  Together we made a paper chain of the number of days until 24 weeks and hung it from the ceiling.  It was going to happen!!

Today, as I thought about that day, I also laughed as Addison and Grace cooked me plastic food in their new kitchen.  The terror of hearing the news that your babies are probably going to be born too early has been replaced by the anxiety of hoping that I'm disciplining my children's biting and hitting effectively. 

As we approach the weebs' birthday, I will always have these "secondary" dates that I will think about.  The doctors who told me we were facing insurmountable odds.  The way Brian and I decided that we were going to beat the odds, even if science said we couldn't.  And it will allow me to appreciate my current position in life even more.

The other date that is missing off my list?  February 3rd, 2012.  The day I was admitted to the hospital and told that delivery was imminent.  But that's another story for another day.

Thursday, January 2, 2014

Glasses and Ponytails!

Happy New Year, everyone!  We here in the Koob household were sad to see 2013 go, but are incredibly excited to see what happens in 2014!
A new development in our house is that Miss A is finally allowing ponytails (most of the time)!  She fights while I put it in, and then messes with it initially, but then she will leave it alone.  Poor Grace is jealous that she doesn't have enough hair to have a pony.
Upon initial "updoing", she messes with it, as you can see in Exhibit A
 But then, after a bit, she will leave it alone.  Exhibit B
And in other news, I have become a glasses addict.  If I could, Mr. Noah would have 30 pairs.  But alas, not only are the frames kindof spendy, but filling each pair with new lenses every time he gets a new prescription would break us!  So, instead of 30 pairs, I've settled for 3.
We've been given the green light to switch to a different frame shape (square/rectangular, not circle) because Noah has adjusted to wearing glasses well.  Many doctors don't want you to start with the rectangular frames initially, as it is easy for the littles to look over the top of the glasses.  Now that Noah knows that he needs his glasses to see, and that he can see much better with them on, we shouldn't have many issues with him looking over them.
Anyway, onto the picture.  Modeling his first pair, a nice rectangular frame (in size 43/16, for all you Little Four Eyes parents) in light blue

He also got a new pair of Miraflex, in size 39/14 (I think?) in a great red color!
His last pair is Miraflex in Dark Grey, but he wasn't having anymore pictures, so this was the end of our photoshoot.
 And, not surprisingly, I found Miss A rocking Noah's blue pair.  Oh child....I love you!