The boys are really doing great. Carrie and I are having a blast holding them and watching them change daily. They are opening their eyes and yelling a lot. Zane laughs and smiles when he is being held and laughs more when he hears another baby cry, which is pretty funny. Cash is off his CPAP and just has that breathing thing that his brothers have. They hate it. They are always pulling it off and their nurses have to reposition them. Cade is especially bad about ripping his off his head. They love it when they are being held and they especially love it when Carrie has Kangaroo time with them. They are all three on breast milk which is fed to them through a feeding tube that goes straight to their stomach. Hopefully they will be on a bottle in 3 or 4 weeks. They suck on pacifiers, so they are getting better at that. I know that everyone wanted to know their exact size at birth, so here it is;
Cade - 3lbs 5.9 ounces and 15.75 inches long
Zane - 2 lbs 15 ounces and 15.5 inches long
Cash - 3 lbs 4.8 ounces and 15 inches long
They are long and skinny. Their hands are really big. Apparently, these boys are really good size for triplets born at 29 weeks. One nurse told me that oftentimes a single baby will weigh this much at 29 weeks. That's really good news.
Speaking of breast milk.
I pretty much knew nothing about this process. I knew that women fed their babies with breast milk either directly or by pumping. That's about all I knew. After finding out a bit more about breast pumping and breast milk in general, I am absolutely petrified. I mean I am scared to death. This breast milk motherhood thing is tied directly into the entire force of the universe, and I feel like I could be crushed by it in an instant.
Allow me to explain.
The day the boys were born, a lactation consultant came by Carrie's room. She explained that Carrie would need to pump every three hours. She said that not much would be there at first and not to get discouraged. More would come after Carrie held the boys and heard them cry.
What?
Hold on?
Stop.
Seriously.
I thought a woman got pregnant, her breasts filled up with milk, she had the baby or babies in our case, and fed them. End of story. The end.
No! Not so fast. There is voodoo that goes into this thing. Many might call it mother nature. Okay. I can handle nature having a hand in it, but I have some questions.
I have asked these questions to Doctors and Nurses. First I will write the question and give the answer I heard from medical science. After that will be my own personal answer that I believe is closer to the truth.
Q=Question
MSA=Medical Science Answer
MT=Mike's Theory
Q: Why when a woman hears a baby cry, why does she immediately start lactating?
MSA: The cry of the baby triggers something in the brain that makes the woman produce milk. It's the instinct of the mother kicking in.
MT: This is pure voodoo. I would think the milk would already be there because the woman just gave birth. I think that women are tied to some weird gravitational pull that allows them to have super powers that I believe will eventually destroy me.
Q: Why when a mother holds her child does it help the milk come in?
MSA: Once again, the contact with the baby triggers things in a woman's brain helps milk productions.
MT: The woman has the ability to hold things and make her body do whatever she wants it to. She can hold a knife for a while and later on, a man using that knife will slip and cut himself with it, simply because the woman was upset with him and wanted him be punished for some transgression. Once again as a man I don't stand a chance against this strange power.
Now, after learning all this, I was totally freaked out. I realized that most men are just stronger physically than women to make us feel better. It coaxes us into a feeling of superiority that is just false. A man who is paying attention will notice a deep change in his wife after she gives birth. It is the sort of change that all of a sudden you know that your wife will pounce on someone and chew their entire head off in 16 seconds if they mess with her babies. It's a powerful thing.
If all this wasn't enough I got more crazy voodoo information. We were in the NICU and Carrie was talking about breast milk with one of the nurses. I was talking to Cash, and they were over by Zane. I heard what they said, even though I don't think I was supposed to.
Nurse: You are doing great with your milk.
Carrie: I sure hope so. I'm worried cause there are three of them.
Nurse: Don't worry. There is plenty so far. I've seen women have a very hard time.
Carrie: Holding them and hearing them really helps.
Nurse: Oh yes. Also, I knew one woman who would smell the urine in her babies diapers, and this would help a lot also.
STOP! Shut up right now. What is this madness? I don't need to hear any more. This is what they LET me hear. What do they talk about when the guys aren't around.
This brings me to my next point. I have always been very leery about the power a woman has and her tie to the earth, moon, wind, rain ect.
Allow me to explain.
Pagans used to worship women. They worshiped what they referred to as the "Divine Feminine". Women gave life and were the start of it all as far as they were concerned. This is a good point. After the pagan religion was pretty much stamped out, later religions always have women in more of a backseat role.
I have had several questions about women my whole life.
1. Why when women start hanging out or living together they sync up on the same cycle?
No one has EVER been able to explain this one to me. This one scared me pretty bad when I first found out about it when I was in high school. I had no sisters, so I had no experience with this. When I found out, I didn't speak for about ten days. It was all I could think about. Then my buddy Andy told me something that his Dad told him.
Andy's Dad: Son, if it bleeds for seven days and doesn't die, you don't want any part of it.
All of these things that I have mentioned about women are amazing. Women are tied to the earth and moon. With this I believe they possess powers that men simply can't interfere with.
What else did the nurse tell Carrie after I was out of ear shot?
I imagined this conversation taking place;
Nurse: You can make your husband have a heart attack.
Carrie: What? How?
Nurse: Sure. You hear about guys dropping dead all the time right?
Carrie: Yes.
Nurse: You know, perfectly healthy guys dropping dead for no reason.
Carrie: Yes.
Nurse: It's usually their wives.
Carrie: How?
Nurse: You know how I just told you about smelling the babies urine will make your milk come?
Carrie: Uh huh.
Nurse: Well, if your husband ever makes you mad, you can give him a heart attack. You can make it as bad as you want. Some women just give their husbands a mild heart attack to make them appreciate what they have.
Carrie: How?
Nurse: Wait until your husband goes to sleep. Put your hand on his chest so you can feel his heart. Smell his hair. It might be dirty, but just do it. When your hand is on his heart and you are smelling his hair, repeat these words to yourself "FLOCKA FLOCKA HOY DOY"
That's it.
Carrie: Flocka Flocka Hoy Doy?
Nurse: Yep. That's all you need to do. Heart attack the next day. Say FLOCKA once for a mild heart attack and four times to really hurt him. That' how you dial it in.
Carrie: Wow. That's great. He's doing good right now, but if he ever gets out of line.....
That's just my take on the whole thing. I can't prove any of this, but it does concern me.
Finally, I am amazed by motherhood. This is my first real experience with it. I know that it is super powerful. Watching Carrie with my boys is unreal. There is a transformation that happened. Many husbands get a little jealous. I'm not because I understand it as much a a male can understand such things. She is the best Mom. Her thoughts are always with the boys. The first time she left them to come to Austin was very hard for her. I felt a little guilty because I didn't feel as bad as she did. I then realized that I am not able to. We have two different roles to play and we have to do it as a team. We are very committed to doing so and I have my best friend to do this with.
Besides, I am scared of her.
Cash, Zane, and Cade
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
Saturday, June 5, 2010
Pictures
We took a bunch of pictures today of the boys in the NICU. I got to hold Zane for the first time. Carrie has gotten to hold Cade and Zane and have what is called Kangaroo time with them. This is when they put the babies directly on her skin. It's absolutely amazing how they get so calm. Their vital signs get perfect and their heart rates stabilize. They start to breathe very steadily. Apparently, they take their breathing cues from Mom. They also get to listen to that heartbeat that they heard for so long. It's a beautiful thing.
Cash got his respirator tube out today and is back on CPAP. Cade and Zane started on Mother's Milk today which is great. They are so far ahead of schedule and doing amazing. We should be able to hold Cash tomorrow. I'm really excited. He opened his eyes and looked up at us a lot today. These boys love attention.
This is a picture of two of the NICU Nurses that are taking care of the boys. This is them with Cash. They are Jayne and Mela. I doubt I just spelled their names right, but they are very cool.
This is Cade. He is off of CPAP and on just
a breathing thing that I can't remember
the name of. It's like what old people or
people with breathing trouble use.
It's just room air.
This is me holding my boy Zane for the first time ever.
This is when I told Zane a good joke. He laughed.
This is the first time that I got to see him smile.
Wouldn't you smile if you had me for a Dad?
This one is of me changing Cash's diaper. At least
I think it's Cash. I can't tell them apart just yet.
These next two are of Carrie doing the Kangaroo
care thing with Zane.
Finally, we have Mr. Cade with his eyes open.
What an awesome little guy he is. The boys are
doing amazing. Everyone is very impressed.
They go on and on about how tough and strong
they are. It's very cool to be a Triplet Mom and
Dad. Carrie and I can't imagine it any other way.
We don't know how to thank everyone for their
support, prayers, calls, and good thoughts. I have to
say thank you to Jan and Lisa Creasey for being
absolutely amazing this week. They are one set
of Triplet Grandparents that the boys have. They
were amazing. Carrie's mother Ethel drove from
Austin to Temple several times and helped her
daughter in a way that only a mother can. We are
so lucky to have such a great family unit around us.
The boys will understand someday how truly blessed
they are to have landed in such a place. The old man may
be a poor guitar player, but he sure knew how to
pick the girl with the best family.
Cash got his respirator tube out today and is back on CPAP. Cade and Zane started on Mother's Milk today which is great. They are so far ahead of schedule and doing amazing. We should be able to hold Cash tomorrow. I'm really excited. He opened his eyes and looked up at us a lot today. These boys love attention.
This is a picture of two of the NICU Nurses that are taking care of the boys. This is them with Cash. They are Jayne and Mela. I doubt I just spelled their names right, but they are very cool.
This is Cade. He is off of CPAP and on just
a breathing thing that I can't remember
the name of. It's like what old people or
people with breathing trouble use.
It's just room air.
This is me holding my boy Zane for the first time ever.
This is when I told Zane a good joke. He laughed.
This is the first time that I got to see him smile.
Wouldn't you smile if you had me for a Dad?
This one is of me changing Cash's diaper. At least
I think it's Cash. I can't tell them apart just yet.
These next two are of Carrie doing the Kangaroo
care thing with Zane.
Finally, we have Mr. Cade with his eyes open.
What an awesome little guy he is. The boys are
doing amazing. Everyone is very impressed.
They go on and on about how tough and strong
they are. It's very cool to be a Triplet Mom and
Dad. Carrie and I can't imagine it any other way.
We don't know how to thank everyone for their
support, prayers, calls, and good thoughts. I have to
say thank you to Jan and Lisa Creasey for being
absolutely amazing this week. They are one set
of Triplet Grandparents that the boys have. They
were amazing. Carrie's mother Ethel drove from
Austin to Temple several times and helped her
daughter in a way that only a mother can. We are
so lucky to have such a great family unit around us.
The boys will understand someday how truly blessed
they are to have landed in such a place. The old man may
be a poor guitar player, but he sure knew how to
pick the girl with the best family.
Friday, June 4, 2010
Birth (Part One)
I didn't get to go into much detail about the birth in the last blog, so I will do so now. This is part one only because I don't know how far I will get before I have to cut it off and make a part two. This is pretty much how it went down from my perspective.
As you know, Carrie was admitted to the hospital on June 1st at around 11:30 a.m. We had gone to see Dr. Jones, and he checked out the boys and then told us that Carrie was dilated 1 cm. We took off to the hospital. She wasn't having any more contractions than the two or three per day she had been having, so we thought everything was good. This wasn't the case of course, so we thought she would have to spend a bunch of time in the hospital. At 7:00 p.m. Dr. Allen told us that things had pretty much stabilized and nothing was changing. He thought we would be okay for a while. After that we watched some baseball and I typed a blog about our hospital room that I came to regret later. Hold on. I'm getting ahead of myself. We were both pretty tired, so we went to sleep at around 9:00 p.m. At midnight Carrie woke up and was having intense contractions. The Dr. on call came in and said Carrie was at 3 cm. They hit her with some medication to stop the contractions, pumped some steroids in, and hoped for the best. We hoped it would work and we all knew better. I was watching the contraction monitor screen and it was peaking out pretty good. The Dr. came back in at 3:00 a.m. and Carrie was at 5 cm.
Game On.
I knew it was happening right then, so naturally I put my shoes on and my Boston Red Sox Hat. That was my lucky hat that I had worn to every appointment up until the one that day. Why did I put my shoes and hat on? I have no idea. Carrie didn't put a hat on. She didn't bother with shoes. The conversation was quick. The Dr. told us that we needed to deliver before we were in an emergency situation. We had made it to 29 weeks which was awesome. They boys were big for triplets and were doing great.
This was about 3:20 a.m.
Everyone left the room and we had like two minutes alone together. For some reason we both got really calm. I don't know why. We aren't calm people. We haven't been calm ever before. Why then? Who knows. We even took some pictures that I will post later. That's when we started to meet everyone from the team that would be delivering our boys.
There were two anesthesiologists that we met first. They were awesome. They told Carrie exactly what would happen. Next the NICU team came in and told us where the boys would go and what they would do. Then the surgeons came in and told us what was going to happen. Someone brought me my suit, hat, and things to cover my shoes that I had on. They whisked Carrie's entire bed out of the room with her in it of course. Then I was alone. I was pretty calm. I typed a quick blog which was another conversation between God and his Assistant. I went out a mass text to some family and friends. I put up a message on Facebook. I put up another on Carrie's Facebook. Then I sat down.
So this was it? All the wondering about how it was going to happen was now over. I was minutes away from meeting the boys. How would it go? The good thing about it all, was we didn't have much time to be afraid. We didn't have time to think. After a few minutes, they came and got me. I walked into the delivery room and naturally, I opened up with a joke;
Mike: Okay...Where's MY Scalpel?!
Everyone in the whole room laughed but Carrie. She was a little out of it. I sat in a stool beside her and we got things rolling. How many people does it take to deliver triplets? The answer is 18. That's right, 18 people were in that room. 18 of the most beautiful awesome people that are on this earth. They are the best. They all know their job and they all love their job. They are amazing. I do not have words to thank them. I can't think of anything I could do to show them our gratitude, and I had a whole bunch of amazing people yet to meet.
There was a blue sheet between us and doctors who were making the incision and pulling out the boys. This is so you and your wife don't see the huge hole, all the organs, all the blood, and the babies being harvested from the uterus. Did I look? Did Mike with the weak stomach glance over the sheet and peer inside? Absolutely. Did it bother me? Not at all. It was so clinical, clean, and perfect that there was nothing to freak out about.
Carrie was so brave and so tough. I am so proud of her. She is a giver of life in the truest sense of the word. She is amazing and I love her so much for doing what she did and how she did it. Awesome. Never one complaint. Never one negative word. She just held my hand and we waited for our boys.
At 4:41 a.m. we heard a cry from our boy Cade. He is Triplet A and the first to come out. He was whisked by us and out to a team of people that were waiting to warm him and take care of our boy. I saw his black hair and his little body as he passed. He was yelling. It was the most amazing sound I had ever heard.
Next up at 4:43 was Zane. Our little Zane went flying by in the same manner as his brother. I asked the Doctors how it was going. They said perfect. One more to go.
At 4:45 our little Cash came out and went to a team with a baby warmer unit that was in our room. He was crying and I watched as the did what they do to newborns. I looked at Carrie.
Carrie: We're a family now.
Mike: Yes we are baby. Yes we are.
I walked over to the Saints that were taking care of Cash. He was breathing on his own. They were giving him a little air and had him in a warming thing. I looked down at him. So this is what you look like? This is what we waited for. He was so absolutely perfect. I fell in love with him in a way that there aren't words to describe. Until that moment I wasn't a parent. Parents had told me about that moment, and I didn't get it. You can't get it. It's not anyone's fault, you just can't until it happens to you. They said Cash was doing great, so I kissed Carrie and told her I was going to check on Cade and Zane. I walked out of the room and saw the teams that were taking care of them. I went to each one and they were doing good too. At this point, they were sewing Carrie up, and I went into a hallway and made a couple of phone calls. I then went and thanked the Doctors and anyone else I could find that was there. Everyone was pumped. This went great and they were excited. The boys were then whisked to the NICU, and I went somewhere and did something, then I went somewhere else, and it's pretty much a blur. Then I went back to find Carrie and we were moved to another room. After I was there for a while we decided that I should go check on the boys. I then went to the door that leads to the NICU. They told me to just pick up the phone and tell them who I was. Someone would open the door and take me to the boys. I was a little nervous. I picked up the phone on the wall. It instantly just started ringing.
Operator: NICU
Mike: Uh.....hi....uh...this is Mike....uh.....Krug.....and I wanted to see if....uh...I could see my boys..they are the...
Operators: Hi Mr. Krug. The triplets. Let me ring your nurse.
Mike: Uh....okay.....
Nurse: Hi Mr. Krug we will come get you.
Mike: I don't know where I am exactly.
Nurse: I do. I'll be there in a second.
I hang up the phone and wait. About one minute later a nurse opens the door.
Nurse: Hi! I'm Katy and I'm taking care of Cash.
The first person to refer to him as Cash. He had his own nurse? What was this?
Me: Oh...uh...okay. How is he?
Katy: He's great. He is so cute. They all are.
I wanted to buy her a car. I wanted to do something nice for her. I felt like I owed her a HUGE debt of gratitude. She was taking care of our Cash.
Katy: Follow me.
We walk down the hall and I'm told to wash up and put on a gown. I do as I'm told and then off we go into a locked room. I see three units and a nurse by each one. Katy goes over to the far left unit and tells me that Cash is in that unit. On the far right is Cade, and in the middle is Zane. They are hooked up to all kinds of monitors and wires. There were buzzers and lights going off all the time. I was told that they were all doing very well for triplets born at 29 weeks. I go to each one and my heart aches for my boys. I'm so worried and out my head. I watch their little bodies work as they breathed. I watched the machines and the numbers.
I had to sit down.
That' s when Rachel, who was Zane's nurse told me what everything did and what everything meant. These people know their stuff. I feel great about where they are and what is happening. I even get to take a few pictures which I posted as you know. I took them back to show Carrie. She couldn't get up to see them until that evening. The major surgery along with the loss of 2 liters of blood had put a dent in her energy level. I hung out in the NICU for a while and talked to and touched all of our boys. I have no words for how all that felt.
Later that day, Carrie and I went together and I got to change my very first diaper on Cade. I later changed Zane and Cash. It was awesome. I actually did pretty good. It didn't bother me at all. I realized that I would do literally ANYTHING for any of them. Diapers are easy.
Carrie and I touched their little bodies and told them how much we love them. It was hard. It's tough to see the little guys all strapped down and wired up. However, they are getting the best care possible. This NICU is rated in the top 3% of all NICUs in the world or the country or something. Their survival rate is unbelievable.
I would like to take a moment to say something about the NICU Nurses. These girls are unbelievable. They work 12 hour shifts where they sit right beside the boys and watch the monitors. They take blood samples. They fix their wires and their little CPAP units. They touch them and talk to them. It is the opinion of Carrie and I that they are Angels sent specifically by God to this earth to take care of babies that are born early or have difficulties. They are amazing, caring, special people who love their job. They make little signs for the boys with their names on them. They print out pictures of guitars and color them. They answer any questions and are so upbeat and positive, you can't help but feel good about where your boys are. I know that we will never be able to show them or tell them how much their work means to Carrie and I. Since the boys are going to be there for a long time, I know they will become our friends and we will all be so excited and shed many tears of joy when the boys get to come home. We are just starting our NICU journey and we could not possibly feel better about where the boys are.
This is why I feel like an idiot for complaining about the remote controls and the art in the various rooms. The hospital spent the money where it should have. They spent it on the equipment and on the people that are going to get our boys the best start on life that you could imagine. I don't know what these people make, but they should triple it and add 400%.
How are the boys right now?
They are good. Cash got in a little trouble. One of his lungs collapsed and he had to be put on a respirator. This happened on his first night, and Carrie and I were very scared for him. Turns out this was expected and the staff wasn't surprised. They thought they might all need respirators. As of this moment at 2:05 p.m. on Friday June 4th Cash is doing great. Carrie called and said he is not using the respirator and after an X-Ray they may take it out today or tomorrow, which is ahead of when they thought. Cade and Zane are in those blue light jaundice blankets, which is to be expected. All in all they are doing awesome. They are big boys for triplets and everyone keeps telling us how good they are doing.
Carrie JUST called me and told me Cash is opening his eyes and looking around. I am crying right now. My little Cash Buddy is going to be okay. I had a serious talk with him this morning and told him this respirator stuff wasn't going to work and he needed to get past it. Apparently he listened. This morning he squeezed my finger and I figured he was trying to tell me this;
Cash: I'm trying Dad. I'm trying. I may be little but I'm tough. Don't worry about me.
Our boys are so tough and they are doing so good. Every day is a victory and we will get further. We may have some set backs, but in the end, our boys will be just fine. We owe literally thousands of people for their prayers and good thoughts. We also owe the Angels at Scott and White Hospital in Temple, Texas. It's a debt we won't ever be able to repay.
I am going to take a bunch of pictures tomorrow and post them soon. I showed the NICU Nurses the blog and hopefully they will post some comments and tell you all how the boys are, so watch the comments on the various blogs.
On a final note, if you want to communicate with Carrie, please do so on Face Book by leaving a comment on her page. She is getting out of the hospital tomorrow and is still sore and recovering from the ordeal. She has received literally thousands of text messages and phone calls. I told her not to answer her phone or return any texts for a while, so she hasn't been doing so. She appreciates everyone's support so much and she wants to talk to everyone, but she just can't. Her job is to be a milk machine and a Momma and this is going to take all of her energy for a while. I will keep everyone updated here as often as possible.
I guess I didn't need a part 2.
More later....
As you know, Carrie was admitted to the hospital on June 1st at around 11:30 a.m. We had gone to see Dr. Jones, and he checked out the boys and then told us that Carrie was dilated 1 cm. We took off to the hospital. She wasn't having any more contractions than the two or three per day she had been having, so we thought everything was good. This wasn't the case of course, so we thought she would have to spend a bunch of time in the hospital. At 7:00 p.m. Dr. Allen told us that things had pretty much stabilized and nothing was changing. He thought we would be okay for a while. After that we watched some baseball and I typed a blog about our hospital room that I came to regret later. Hold on. I'm getting ahead of myself. We were both pretty tired, so we went to sleep at around 9:00 p.m. At midnight Carrie woke up and was having intense contractions. The Dr. on call came in and said Carrie was at 3 cm. They hit her with some medication to stop the contractions, pumped some steroids in, and hoped for the best. We hoped it would work and we all knew better. I was watching the contraction monitor screen and it was peaking out pretty good. The Dr. came back in at 3:00 a.m. and Carrie was at 5 cm.
Game On.
I knew it was happening right then, so naturally I put my shoes on and my Boston Red Sox Hat. That was my lucky hat that I had worn to every appointment up until the one that day. Why did I put my shoes and hat on? I have no idea. Carrie didn't put a hat on. She didn't bother with shoes. The conversation was quick. The Dr. told us that we needed to deliver before we were in an emergency situation. We had made it to 29 weeks which was awesome. They boys were big for triplets and were doing great.
This was about 3:20 a.m.
Everyone left the room and we had like two minutes alone together. For some reason we both got really calm. I don't know why. We aren't calm people. We haven't been calm ever before. Why then? Who knows. We even took some pictures that I will post later. That's when we started to meet everyone from the team that would be delivering our boys.
There were two anesthesiologists that we met first. They were awesome. They told Carrie exactly what would happen. Next the NICU team came in and told us where the boys would go and what they would do. Then the surgeons came in and told us what was going to happen. Someone brought me my suit, hat, and things to cover my shoes that I had on. They whisked Carrie's entire bed out of the room with her in it of course. Then I was alone. I was pretty calm. I typed a quick blog which was another conversation between God and his Assistant. I went out a mass text to some family and friends. I put up a message on Facebook. I put up another on Carrie's Facebook. Then I sat down.
So this was it? All the wondering about how it was going to happen was now over. I was minutes away from meeting the boys. How would it go? The good thing about it all, was we didn't have much time to be afraid. We didn't have time to think. After a few minutes, they came and got me. I walked into the delivery room and naturally, I opened up with a joke;
Mike: Okay...Where's MY Scalpel?!
Everyone in the whole room laughed but Carrie. She was a little out of it. I sat in a stool beside her and we got things rolling. How many people does it take to deliver triplets? The answer is 18. That's right, 18 people were in that room. 18 of the most beautiful awesome people that are on this earth. They are the best. They all know their job and they all love their job. They are amazing. I do not have words to thank them. I can't think of anything I could do to show them our gratitude, and I had a whole bunch of amazing people yet to meet.
There was a blue sheet between us and doctors who were making the incision and pulling out the boys. This is so you and your wife don't see the huge hole, all the organs, all the blood, and the babies being harvested from the uterus. Did I look? Did Mike with the weak stomach glance over the sheet and peer inside? Absolutely. Did it bother me? Not at all. It was so clinical, clean, and perfect that there was nothing to freak out about.
Carrie was so brave and so tough. I am so proud of her. She is a giver of life in the truest sense of the word. She is amazing and I love her so much for doing what she did and how she did it. Awesome. Never one complaint. Never one negative word. She just held my hand and we waited for our boys.
At 4:41 a.m. we heard a cry from our boy Cade. He is Triplet A and the first to come out. He was whisked by us and out to a team of people that were waiting to warm him and take care of our boy. I saw his black hair and his little body as he passed. He was yelling. It was the most amazing sound I had ever heard.
Next up at 4:43 was Zane. Our little Zane went flying by in the same manner as his brother. I asked the Doctors how it was going. They said perfect. One more to go.
At 4:45 our little Cash came out and went to a team with a baby warmer unit that was in our room. He was crying and I watched as the did what they do to newborns. I looked at Carrie.
Carrie: We're a family now.
Mike: Yes we are baby. Yes we are.
I walked over to the Saints that were taking care of Cash. He was breathing on his own. They were giving him a little air and had him in a warming thing. I looked down at him. So this is what you look like? This is what we waited for. He was so absolutely perfect. I fell in love with him in a way that there aren't words to describe. Until that moment I wasn't a parent. Parents had told me about that moment, and I didn't get it. You can't get it. It's not anyone's fault, you just can't until it happens to you. They said Cash was doing great, so I kissed Carrie and told her I was going to check on Cade and Zane. I walked out of the room and saw the teams that were taking care of them. I went to each one and they were doing good too. At this point, they were sewing Carrie up, and I went into a hallway and made a couple of phone calls. I then went and thanked the Doctors and anyone else I could find that was there. Everyone was pumped. This went great and they were excited. The boys were then whisked to the NICU, and I went somewhere and did something, then I went somewhere else, and it's pretty much a blur. Then I went back to find Carrie and we were moved to another room. After I was there for a while we decided that I should go check on the boys. I then went to the door that leads to the NICU. They told me to just pick up the phone and tell them who I was. Someone would open the door and take me to the boys. I was a little nervous. I picked up the phone on the wall. It instantly just started ringing.
Operator: NICU
Mike: Uh.....hi....uh...this is Mike....uh.....Krug.....and I wanted to see if....uh...I could see my boys..they are the...
Operators: Hi Mr. Krug. The triplets. Let me ring your nurse.
Mike: Uh....okay.....
Nurse: Hi Mr. Krug we will come get you.
Mike: I don't know where I am exactly.
Nurse: I do. I'll be there in a second.
I hang up the phone and wait. About one minute later a nurse opens the door.
Nurse: Hi! I'm Katy and I'm taking care of Cash.
The first person to refer to him as Cash. He had his own nurse? What was this?
Me: Oh...uh...okay. How is he?
Katy: He's great. He is so cute. They all are.
I wanted to buy her a car. I wanted to do something nice for her. I felt like I owed her a HUGE debt of gratitude. She was taking care of our Cash.
Katy: Follow me.
We walk down the hall and I'm told to wash up and put on a gown. I do as I'm told and then off we go into a locked room. I see three units and a nurse by each one. Katy goes over to the far left unit and tells me that Cash is in that unit. On the far right is Cade, and in the middle is Zane. They are hooked up to all kinds of monitors and wires. There were buzzers and lights going off all the time. I was told that they were all doing very well for triplets born at 29 weeks. I go to each one and my heart aches for my boys. I'm so worried and out my head. I watch their little bodies work as they breathed. I watched the machines and the numbers.
I had to sit down.
That' s when Rachel, who was Zane's nurse told me what everything did and what everything meant. These people know their stuff. I feel great about where they are and what is happening. I even get to take a few pictures which I posted as you know. I took them back to show Carrie. She couldn't get up to see them until that evening. The major surgery along with the loss of 2 liters of blood had put a dent in her energy level. I hung out in the NICU for a while and talked to and touched all of our boys. I have no words for how all that felt.
Later that day, Carrie and I went together and I got to change my very first diaper on Cade. I later changed Zane and Cash. It was awesome. I actually did pretty good. It didn't bother me at all. I realized that I would do literally ANYTHING for any of them. Diapers are easy.
Carrie and I touched their little bodies and told them how much we love them. It was hard. It's tough to see the little guys all strapped down and wired up. However, they are getting the best care possible. This NICU is rated in the top 3% of all NICUs in the world or the country or something. Their survival rate is unbelievable.
I would like to take a moment to say something about the NICU Nurses. These girls are unbelievable. They work 12 hour shifts where they sit right beside the boys and watch the monitors. They take blood samples. They fix their wires and their little CPAP units. They touch them and talk to them. It is the opinion of Carrie and I that they are Angels sent specifically by God to this earth to take care of babies that are born early or have difficulties. They are amazing, caring, special people who love their job. They make little signs for the boys with their names on them. They print out pictures of guitars and color them. They answer any questions and are so upbeat and positive, you can't help but feel good about where your boys are. I know that we will never be able to show them or tell them how much their work means to Carrie and I. Since the boys are going to be there for a long time, I know they will become our friends and we will all be so excited and shed many tears of joy when the boys get to come home. We are just starting our NICU journey and we could not possibly feel better about where the boys are.
This is why I feel like an idiot for complaining about the remote controls and the art in the various rooms. The hospital spent the money where it should have. They spent it on the equipment and on the people that are going to get our boys the best start on life that you could imagine. I don't know what these people make, but they should triple it and add 400%.
How are the boys right now?
They are good. Cash got in a little trouble. One of his lungs collapsed and he had to be put on a respirator. This happened on his first night, and Carrie and I were very scared for him. Turns out this was expected and the staff wasn't surprised. They thought they might all need respirators. As of this moment at 2:05 p.m. on Friday June 4th Cash is doing great. Carrie called and said he is not using the respirator and after an X-Ray they may take it out today or tomorrow, which is ahead of when they thought. Cade and Zane are in those blue light jaundice blankets, which is to be expected. All in all they are doing awesome. They are big boys for triplets and everyone keeps telling us how good they are doing.
Carrie JUST called me and told me Cash is opening his eyes and looking around. I am crying right now. My little Cash Buddy is going to be okay. I had a serious talk with him this morning and told him this respirator stuff wasn't going to work and he needed to get past it. Apparently he listened. This morning he squeezed my finger and I figured he was trying to tell me this;
Cash: I'm trying Dad. I'm trying. I may be little but I'm tough. Don't worry about me.
Our boys are so tough and they are doing so good. Every day is a victory and we will get further. We may have some set backs, but in the end, our boys will be just fine. We owe literally thousands of people for their prayers and good thoughts. We also owe the Angels at Scott and White Hospital in Temple, Texas. It's a debt we won't ever be able to repay.
I am going to take a bunch of pictures tomorrow and post them soon. I showed the NICU Nurses the blog and hopefully they will post some comments and tell you all how the boys are, so watch the comments on the various blogs.
On a final note, if you want to communicate with Carrie, please do so on Face Book by leaving a comment on her page. She is getting out of the hospital tomorrow and is still sore and recovering from the ordeal. She has received literally thousands of text messages and phone calls. I told her not to answer her phone or return any texts for a while, so she hasn't been doing so. She appreciates everyone's support so much and she wants to talk to everyone, but she just can't. Her job is to be a milk machine and a Momma and this is going to take all of her energy for a while. I will keep everyone updated here as often as possible.
I guess I didn't need a part 2.
More later....
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Hello World
Starting at 4:41 a.m. on June 2nd 2010 The Krug Boys began to arrive in this world.
First up was Cade Richard Krug
7:00 p.m.- Dr. Allen says Carrie is still at 1 cm and things seem to have stabilized.
If her water breaks we are in an emergency situation. The Doctors along with us decided to go ahead with the delivery.
The next part is a whirlwind. She is taken from the room and taken into delivery. They give her the epideral and then I got in. Very shortly after that, the first baby is here, then another, and then another. Hearing them cry was probably the best sound we have ever heard. They were then put in the NICU where they are right now and will remain for at least six weeks.
Thank you all for your support and prayers. We will need them in the weeks to come as our boys get strong enough to go home.
First up was Cade Richard Krug
Next was his brother Zane Chad Krug
Very shortly after that Cash Dean Krug joined his brothers.
They made it to 29 weeks and one day. They were all in the same placenta so they are most likely identical triplet brothers. They were big boys for triplets and very big for how early they were. They were immediately breathing on their own. What you see in the photos is CPAP which aids their breathing so they don't have to labor. They are hooked up to all kinds of monitors and what not. They came sooner than we would have liked but they are doing great.
Here is how it went down.
7:00 p.m.- Dr. Allen says Carrie is still at 1 cm and things seem to have stabilized.
12:00 a.m. - Carrie is having intense contractions 3 and 4 minutes apart. She is now at 3 cm. Things are serious. Medication is given to stop the contractions.
3:00 a.m. - The contractions are not stopping. They are worse. Carrie is now at 5 cm and a decision has to be made.
If her water breaks we are in an emergency situation. The Doctors along with us decided to go ahead with the delivery.
The next part is a whirlwind. She is taken from the room and taken into delivery. They give her the epideral and then I got in. Very shortly after that, the first baby is here, then another, and then another. Hearing them cry was probably the best sound we have ever heard. They were then put in the NICU where they are right now and will remain for at least six weeks.
How is Carrie? She is feeling "out of it". She handled the whole thing like a champ. She is laying in bed her and receiving numerous text messages, e-mails, and facebook comments. She tired, but extremely happy.
Thank you all for your support and prayers. We will need them in the weeks to come as our boys get strong enough to go home.
Send Them In
God's Assistant: Uh...Hey....God.
God: It's 3:00 a.m. I'm watching Family Guy. What?
God's Assistant: It's the Krug's. Carrie is in labor and contractions are about 4 minutes apart.
God: What?! It's early.
God's Assistant: They are at 29 Weeks. They are big boys for triplets. I know you are upset with the whole world right now...but we need to make a decision.
God: I gave them one earth. One. Now they have oil all over the Gulf. The greed heads refuse to stop wrecking the earth. I gave them one. It should be obvious.
God's Assistant: I know. I know.
God: Besides that, they continue to fight in my name. Since the beginning of time. They use ME of all people as a reason to fight. I made it real simple. Just love one another. Don't use me to judge each other. I just don't get it.
God's Assistant: I don't either. Listen, these triplets started another fire in the waiting room. They just won't sit still. We've had two people quit.
God: I know they are a hand full. You've seen their parents. They need a hand full. They deserve it.
God's Assistant: What do we do?
God: Well, I have a place for the CEOs and the rich people who take advantage of the earth and the poor and I will smite them with the full force of all my power and...
God's Assistant: No...about the boys. What do we do?
God: Send them in. Send them in. June 2nd 2010. Send them in......
God: It's 3:00 a.m. I'm watching Family Guy. What?
God's Assistant: It's the Krug's. Carrie is in labor and contractions are about 4 minutes apart.
God: What?! It's early.
God's Assistant: They are at 29 Weeks. They are big boys for triplets. I know you are upset with the whole world right now...but we need to make a decision.
God: I gave them one earth. One. Now they have oil all over the Gulf. The greed heads refuse to stop wrecking the earth. I gave them one. It should be obvious.
God's Assistant: I know. I know.
God: Besides that, they continue to fight in my name. Since the beginning of time. They use ME of all people as a reason to fight. I made it real simple. Just love one another. Don't use me to judge each other. I just don't get it.
God's Assistant: I don't either. Listen, these triplets started another fire in the waiting room. They just won't sit still. We've had two people quit.
God: I know they are a hand full. You've seen their parents. They need a hand full. They deserve it.
God's Assistant: What do we do?
God: Well, I have a place for the CEOs and the rich people who take advantage of the earth and the poor and I will smite them with the full force of all my power and...
God's Assistant: No...about the boys. What do we do?
God: Send them in. Send them in. June 2nd 2010. Send them in......
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Hospitals Suck
As you know, we are in the hospital. Since there is not a whole lot to do, I will write. First of all, I'm glad that nothing is happening right now. Carrie isn't having contractions like she was a few hours ago. That is a good thing. I'm also happy because the boys are above average in size.
Having said that, I would like to say that hospitals suck. I have to admit that this time around things are better. I brought an Ethernet cable so we have Internet. Our room is bigger than last time which is also good. There are a few things that could be better.
First of all, we are in a delivery room. The bed that Carrie is lying in is meant to deliver babies, or a baby if you are normal, which we most certainly are not. The mattress on the thing is like two inches thick. It's not even shaped like a normal bed, as it sort of gets narrower as you go down towards the foot of it. It has every sort of stirrup and leg holder thing you can imagine. This is for obvious reasons. My point is, the bed is not made for sleeping. It's made for labor, which thankfully, Carrie is not in. She is having trouble getting comfortable which is understandable. We are in this delivery type unit just to be on the safe side. They say they will move her to a normal room if things continue to stay stable.
She is also hooked up to two IVs and a contraction monitor. Each time she has to get up we have to go through a giant production of unplugging the contraction monitor and unplugging the power to the IV unit. It switches to battery power automatically. This unit is pretty high tech. Speaking of high tech, what is not high tech is the cable television system. I think that the remote control unit is a leftover from something that was popular during the Richard M. Nixon administration. It takes like two years to switch channels or turn the volume up and down. The lone speaker for the television is on this remote control unit that I am currently staring at. On second thought, I think that the remote control might have been on the Mayflower with the pilgrims. Yep, I bet the pilgrims used this remote to watch football during the first Thanksgiving. It's one of those remotes that is attached to the wall with a big thick cable. There isn't quite enough slack in it to pull it over to where I am. It's all analog. Don't they know about touch screen technology? It makes me wonder if they are going to use a hacksaw for the C-Section and a ball peen hammer to knock her out. Right behind Carrie I can see the contraction monitor screen. The contraction monitor itself looks like something made by Fisher Price. I think that Fisher Price also made the fetal heart beat monitors. They tried to use those earlier. They can only use two of those at a time, and it was impossible to tell if they were getting the heartbeat of Triplet A, B, or C. Actually at times the fetal heart monitor would pick up Carrie' heartbeat and sometimes I think it was picking up mine and I wasn't even near it. They finally gave up after they swore they got good readings on all the boys. I don't know how this was possible because on the sonograms they were all doing back flips and giving each other high fives.
Carrie said her food was good. I went down to the cafeteria where I had some pizza that wasn't bad and they had good coffee. I have my guitars here which is good. They won't let the dog in the hospital which I think is bunk. She is clean and she just lays there. Besides, Carrie really loves the dog and I think that having the dog here would extend this pregnancy by at least two weeks. Hospitals are notorious for having staff infections and all kinds of other diseases running rampant up and down their hallways. What's one dog going to do to contribute to that? Not much as far as I'm concerned.
I'm also staring at the couch/foldout bed that I am going to be sleeping on. People stay overnight at hospitals all the time. You think they would be prepared and have something slightly comfortable. This thing look like a torture device they would use in a Turkish prison to keep a person up all night during interrogation. They just gave me a pillow which is a one inch thick cotton pad wrapped in blue paper. This thing has about as much in common with a pillow as a chunk of oak. The couch thing is also very short. I'm not very tall, and my legs will hang off the end. The chair I'm sitting in has a leg rest that will not stay up. I can't really lean it back or I will tip over and slam my head into the wall behind me. It's sort of a strange balancing act to sit in it at all.
Hospital art is another thing that is weird. Where do they get these paintings? The one on the wall in Carrie's room is of a house with some roses in the front. It looks like it was painted by a frustrated hack who bought a paint by numbers kit and tried his best to be Monet. The painting is so bland and ridiculous that I am offended every time I look at it, and I'm not even really into art.
The fact is, we have to hunker down here for quite a while. I mean quite a while if we are lucky. I will be driving back and forth from Austin to Temple with great regularity. It's pretty much 50 miles from our house to this hospital. I have driven I-35 countless times and I already know the road well. That didn't stop us from getting lost on the way to the hospital this morning. Why wouldn't we get lost? It makes total sense that we would. I thought I remembered what exit to take, and it turns out I didn't. Hopefully I will remember my way back to Austin tomorrow.
Finally, our Doctors are great. They come in and I know that they really care about us. Having said that I am amazed about how perplexed they look when they are talking to us.
Doctor: Have the contractions gotten more intense?
Carrie: Yes, today they have been different.
Doctor: (stares at ceiling) Hmm. Well.....it could mean one of two things. One, you could be in pre-term labor. Or you are not in pre-term labor.
Wow! It took 8 years of college and 4 years of residency to come up with something so profound?
In all honesty, there is no way of knowing what is going on. Each body is different and no matter how much they know, anything can and will happen. They call it practicing medicine for a reason. I know we are in the right place no matter how much the beds suck, no matter how bad the art is, and no matter how much the remote controls suck. Carrie is willing to do ANYTHING to make sure the boys are safe. I will be more than happy to drive that stretch of I-35 as many times as it takes.
I promise you one thing. If this goes on for more than a week or two, I WILL try and sneak the dog into see Carrie.
Having said that, I would like to say that hospitals suck. I have to admit that this time around things are better. I brought an Ethernet cable so we have Internet. Our room is bigger than last time which is also good. There are a few things that could be better.
First of all, we are in a delivery room. The bed that Carrie is lying in is meant to deliver babies, or a baby if you are normal, which we most certainly are not. The mattress on the thing is like two inches thick. It's not even shaped like a normal bed, as it sort of gets narrower as you go down towards the foot of it. It has every sort of stirrup and leg holder thing you can imagine. This is for obvious reasons. My point is, the bed is not made for sleeping. It's made for labor, which thankfully, Carrie is not in. She is having trouble getting comfortable which is understandable. We are in this delivery type unit just to be on the safe side. They say they will move her to a normal room if things continue to stay stable.
She is also hooked up to two IVs and a contraction monitor. Each time she has to get up we have to go through a giant production of unplugging the contraction monitor and unplugging the power to the IV unit. It switches to battery power automatically. This unit is pretty high tech. Speaking of high tech, what is not high tech is the cable television system. I think that the remote control unit is a leftover from something that was popular during the Richard M. Nixon administration. It takes like two years to switch channels or turn the volume up and down. The lone speaker for the television is on this remote control unit that I am currently staring at. On second thought, I think that the remote control might have been on the Mayflower with the pilgrims. Yep, I bet the pilgrims used this remote to watch football during the first Thanksgiving. It's one of those remotes that is attached to the wall with a big thick cable. There isn't quite enough slack in it to pull it over to where I am. It's all analog. Don't they know about touch screen technology? It makes me wonder if they are going to use a hacksaw for the C-Section and a ball peen hammer to knock her out. Right behind Carrie I can see the contraction monitor screen. The contraction monitor itself looks like something made by Fisher Price. I think that Fisher Price also made the fetal heart beat monitors. They tried to use those earlier. They can only use two of those at a time, and it was impossible to tell if they were getting the heartbeat of Triplet A, B, or C. Actually at times the fetal heart monitor would pick up Carrie' heartbeat and sometimes I think it was picking up mine and I wasn't even near it. They finally gave up after they swore they got good readings on all the boys. I don't know how this was possible because on the sonograms they were all doing back flips and giving each other high fives.
Carrie said her food was good. I went down to the cafeteria where I had some pizza that wasn't bad and they had good coffee. I have my guitars here which is good. They won't let the dog in the hospital which I think is bunk. She is clean and she just lays there. Besides, Carrie really loves the dog and I think that having the dog here would extend this pregnancy by at least two weeks. Hospitals are notorious for having staff infections and all kinds of other diseases running rampant up and down their hallways. What's one dog going to do to contribute to that? Not much as far as I'm concerned.
I'm also staring at the couch/foldout bed that I am going to be sleeping on. People stay overnight at hospitals all the time. You think they would be prepared and have something slightly comfortable. This thing look like a torture device they would use in a Turkish prison to keep a person up all night during interrogation. They just gave me a pillow which is a one inch thick cotton pad wrapped in blue paper. This thing has about as much in common with a pillow as a chunk of oak. The couch thing is also very short. I'm not very tall, and my legs will hang off the end. The chair I'm sitting in has a leg rest that will not stay up. I can't really lean it back or I will tip over and slam my head into the wall behind me. It's sort of a strange balancing act to sit in it at all.
Hospital art is another thing that is weird. Where do they get these paintings? The one on the wall in Carrie's room is of a house with some roses in the front. It looks like it was painted by a frustrated hack who bought a paint by numbers kit and tried his best to be Monet. The painting is so bland and ridiculous that I am offended every time I look at it, and I'm not even really into art.
The fact is, we have to hunker down here for quite a while. I mean quite a while if we are lucky. I will be driving back and forth from Austin to Temple with great regularity. It's pretty much 50 miles from our house to this hospital. I have driven I-35 countless times and I already know the road well. That didn't stop us from getting lost on the way to the hospital this morning. Why wouldn't we get lost? It makes total sense that we would. I thought I remembered what exit to take, and it turns out I didn't. Hopefully I will remember my way back to Austin tomorrow.
Finally, our Doctors are great. They come in and I know that they really care about us. Having said that I am amazed about how perplexed they look when they are talking to us.
Doctor: Have the contractions gotten more intense?
Carrie: Yes, today they have been different.
Doctor: (stares at ceiling) Hmm. Well.....it could mean one of two things. One, you could be in pre-term labor. Or you are not in pre-term labor.
Wow! It took 8 years of college and 4 years of residency to come up with something so profound?
In all honesty, there is no way of knowing what is going on. Each body is different and no matter how much they know, anything can and will happen. They call it practicing medicine for a reason. I know we are in the right place no matter how much the beds suck, no matter how bad the art is, and no matter how much the remote controls suck. Carrie is willing to do ANYTHING to make sure the boys are safe. I will be more than happy to drive that stretch of I-35 as many times as it takes.
I promise you one thing. If this goes on for more than a week or two, I WILL try and sneak the dog into see Carrie.
Back To The Hospital
Well, so far our one year Anniversary has been exciting. Carrie barely slept last night and we had to be at the Doctor's office at 8:30. This was the high risk Doctor again. Dr. Jones is a man of few words. He measures the babies and basically tells Carrie not to eat salt. Anyhow, he measured the boys and they are growing. However, Triplet B is smaller than the other two. Triplet B is one of the identicals. Today they measured as follows:
Triplet A - 3 pounds 13 ounces
Triplet B - 2 pounds 14 ounces
Triplet C - 3 pounds 10 ounces
Why does this happen? Triplet B and C are our identicals. Triplet C is taking more blood and nutrients than Triplet B. That's normal and very common in multiple pregnancies. These numbers may seem alarming, but the weights listed above can be off by as much as 10 ounces. It is my very uneducated guess that Triplets A and C are around 3 and a half pounds, and Triplet B is around 3 pounds.
Anyhow, at the end of the exam, Dr. Jones checked Carrie's cervix. This time instead of just funneling but remaining closed, it was open and dialated. Once again, he sent us to the hospital in Temple. We loaded up in the car with the "Service Engine Soon" light back on and headed to the hospital in Temple where we are at this moment.
They hooked Carrie up to the contraction monitor and tried to find the heartbeats of all three boys which is proving to be very difficult. They are kicking and moving around like crazy. The Doctor made us feel much better when he told us that Triplet B is perfectly normal size for a triplet. He is just smaller than his brothers, but perfectly normal. Triplet B is a Rocker. He moves constantly and kicks hard. We were really worried about him, but we feel better now.
Carrie is dialated approximately one centimeter. Hopefully, her contractions will calm down. She has been having quite a few. At this moment we are waiting a while to see if things change. The fact is, no on has any idea. She could stay like this for weeks, which would be great. The one thing we do know, is that she will be right here until the boys are born. Bed rest has been moved to the hospital. It's not going to be much fun. As we said the last time, the cable TV really leaves a lot to be desired, and let's face it, it's just not home.
I will post updates here as often as things change. Right now, we are just hanging out. I brought my guitars this time, and I'm pretty much prepared for anything. Carrie is very tired from not sleeping much, so hopefully she can get some rest. Thank you all so much for thinking of us. This is not exactly how we planned to spend out One Year Wedding Anniversary, but it could be much worse. Our boys are healthy and still inside their mother.
More later............
Triplet A - 3 pounds 13 ounces
Triplet B - 2 pounds 14 ounces
Triplet C - 3 pounds 10 ounces
Why does this happen? Triplet B and C are our identicals. Triplet C is taking more blood and nutrients than Triplet B. That's normal and very common in multiple pregnancies. These numbers may seem alarming, but the weights listed above can be off by as much as 10 ounces. It is my very uneducated guess that Triplets A and C are around 3 and a half pounds, and Triplet B is around 3 pounds.
Anyhow, at the end of the exam, Dr. Jones checked Carrie's cervix. This time instead of just funneling but remaining closed, it was open and dialated. Once again, he sent us to the hospital in Temple. We loaded up in the car with the "Service Engine Soon" light back on and headed to the hospital in Temple where we are at this moment.
They hooked Carrie up to the contraction monitor and tried to find the heartbeats of all three boys which is proving to be very difficult. They are kicking and moving around like crazy. The Doctor made us feel much better when he told us that Triplet B is perfectly normal size for a triplet. He is just smaller than his brothers, but perfectly normal. Triplet B is a Rocker. He moves constantly and kicks hard. We were really worried about him, but we feel better now.
Carrie is dialated approximately one centimeter. Hopefully, her contractions will calm down. She has been having quite a few. At this moment we are waiting a while to see if things change. The fact is, no on has any idea. She could stay like this for weeks, which would be great. The one thing we do know, is that she will be right here until the boys are born. Bed rest has been moved to the hospital. It's not going to be much fun. As we said the last time, the cable TV really leaves a lot to be desired, and let's face it, it's just not home.
I will post updates here as often as things change. Right now, we are just hanging out. I brought my guitars this time, and I'm pretty much prepared for anything. Carrie is very tired from not sleeping much, so hopefully she can get some rest. Thank you all so much for thinking of us. This is not exactly how we planned to spend out One Year Wedding Anniversary, but it could be much worse. Our boys are healthy and still inside their mother.
More later............