October 11, 2009

Hello everyone! A few weekends ago our family went up to the City of Rocks. It was a wonderful day. The rocks and incline were a little hard to negotiate for the babies but they seemed to have a good time. For me the big worries were red ants and cactus! Even Carmen did pretty good climbing. Whenever she got tired of walking she would just sit down and complain. Taylor loved the day with her dad. Our next big adventure will be Carmen's MRI for her sacral dimple. The hardest thing about that is the fact she has to be sedated. Well, I know it's not much but I promised I would post something new--I just didn't say how long it would be!

July 24, 2009

Guess who's walking?!? She finally did it! Carmen began walking shortly after the fourth. Our goal with the physical therapist was the fourth and leave it to Carmen to start right after - she is constantly reminding me that she'll do things the way she wants to & when she wants to do it. I captured some of her first steps on video. You'll have to tilt your head though because I'm a horrible videographer. Well, July has been fun. We spent the fourth in Burley and then Taylor started swimming lessons. Everyday brings new experiences for our family and I'm constantly reminded of the blessings around me. God bless!

June 15, 2009

Sorry we haven't blogged for awhile. We've been "busy"....


Graduating: Taylor graduating from Pre-school



Celebrating: Taylor's fifth birthday & Scott's ".?." birthday.

Getting into trouble: The boys got caught in action! You can't leave them alone for a second!

Climbing: Ayden getting caught on the table playing with sister's DVDs.

Riding: Having a lovely ride...that ended in the ER!

Stitches: Carmen took a tumble out of the wagon and ended up with a couple stitches.

Some more riding....they love being outside!

Rockin': Taylor playing her guitar with Dad.

T-Ball: Taylor up to bat during her first T-Ball game.

Swimming: Everyone swimming at 1,000 Springs.

We've been having a great summer so far and looking forward to celebrating the 4th.

Sunday April 19, 2009

This blog is dedicated to "Where you are, there I will be also!" You'll get the "picture!"

Thursday March 12, 2009

Here it is one week later from the big first Birthday! One of my favorite scriptures is "In the mouth of two or three witnesses shall every word be established!" This has always been quite pertinent as I help to proclaim the everlasting gospel and in my dealings with Law Enforcement.

Recently you read about my side of the story and the day that the Triplets were born. Next you got to read another point of view by reading Melissa's rendition of that beautiful day. Melissa's sister Mecale added her side in a comment to one of the previous blogs. Now we have a fourth compilation of that great day. Melissa's sister Mary shared her experience and what an awesome experience it is! Thank you Mary!

OK, now it is my turn to tell the story. And yes, Melissa is correct in saying that she was in denial about delivering. I however (call it inspiration), knew immediately that she was. I came back from picking up my kids to find her sitting on the couch and then telling me that she “thinks” her water broke. She didn’t want to call the nurse, but yes, being the older, bossy sister that I am, I made her call.

“Come on in and get checked”, they say.

So, we get prepared head to the hospital. First, my kids are so excited that they have to go tell the neighbors. While heading there, they run into a friend who is dropping off one of my other children. My friend, who Melissa has met a few times, grabs towels and helps Melissa into the car (who at this point is having contractions about 5 minutes apart…..but she still thinks that she is not going to deliver) while I am loading up the car and making sure we have everything. Just as we are leaving, my husband shows up to take care of my kids so we had a neighborhood send off of about 12 people.

I am calmly driving and hoping that we make it to the hospital in time. I figured with 5:00 traffic, it would take us 25 minutes. Which, I admit, had me a little worried because contractions were now 3-4 minutes apart (but, according to Melissa… still not delivering). I know that I told her several times to cross her legs because we were not delivering on the side of the freeway. I am a mother myself so I am very good at multi tasking. Yes, I was driving, talking on the cell phone, timing her contractions and telling her to breath. Only a mom can do that. I had called Scott at this point and he was on his way, but somewhere around Twin Falls at this point I think. I had also called the hospital to let them know we were coming. However, when we pull up to the emergency doors, no one is there. There wasn’t even a wheelchair to be found. Talk about bad service. I find a wheelchair and help Melissa in. OK, I can multi task, but driving a wheelchair is a little different. I think we only ran into the corner twice. I was just trying to lighten the situation, which worked because Melissa was laughing. I hand my keys to a security guard and ask him to park my car, ask where Delivery is, and off we go.

We get to the Delivery and finally, someone is waiting. At this point, contractions are 2 minutes apart and I know she is defiantly delivering. However, the nurse feels like she needs to assess Melissa and hook her up to some monitors first to make sure that she is. People, we are having a baby here! We don’t have time for this. Even though I am turning around or stepping out when Melissa needs a little more privacy, the best part is when the nurse thinks that I am Melissa’s “partner”. We cleared that up quite quickly. Melissa is still hoping that the contractions will stop at this point, but when the nurse finally gets everything checked and yells out the curtain, “We are having babies in here”, I believe she was finally convinced. I call Scott and tell him that we are going into delivery and sadly, we know that he is not going to make it. I could tell Melissa was upset that he couldn’t be here, but those babies were ready to make their entrance into the world.

So, I suit up in scrubs and get ready to go with Melissa to deliver. Then, we discover that the camera batteries are dead! They are ready to go into the OR, but tell me to run to the car and get the other batteries. So, off I run (literally) through the hospital, not really knowing where to find my car. Good thing the security guard didn’t care if my car set in the emergency room entrance because it was still there! I grab the batteries, run back up to the OR, and wait..and wait…and wait by the door and watch streams of nurses and Dr.’s go in. Finally, they are ready and call me in. Melissa looked excited, nervous, scared, happy, sad (that Scott was not there) and everything in between, so I figured my job would be to just make her as calm as possible. What better way to do that than a play by play of everything going on?! Once things started it all went very quickly.

“Get the camera ready”, says the Dr. “We are going to pull out Baby #1”.

“The batteries are going dead”! Mary replies in distress. (Yes, the even the new batteries are dead. Note to Melissa: next time you do this, make sure the batteries are charged!!!)

“Don’t we have any batteries around here that she can use”? says the Dr. as he calmly waits.

And off go the nurses to find batteries. None could be found, so I just had to turn on the camera when he was ready to deliver, and turn it off when he was done. Fortunately, that worked and we were able to get some pictures. Those tiny little baby legs were the first thing I saw when they were delivered and what cuties they all were. They were all doing extremely well and I was able to walk around and see each one being taken care of and report back to Melissa. Once all three were delivered and being taken care of, I look up and see Scott peeking in the OR window. I give him the thumbs up sign, tell Melissa he is here and make another round to check on the kids while they take care of Melissa. My job was pretty much done at this point. What an amazing experience this was. I am so glad that I was able to be there for Melissa and while I know she would have rather had Scott, I am glad that I had the opportunity to be there. Melissa was a real trooper through the whole experience and never once complained about anything. Thanks for letting me be a part of this whole experience.

Monday March 9, 2009

With close to 25 people for the birthday party Saturday night we can only describe it one way... what a GREAT time. Family came from afar and thankfully were able to travel safely. We definitely missed quite a few more of the family but with sports, activities, and other adventures it is always difficult to accommodate everyone's schedules.

For those of you that missed the party, we felt your presence and appreciate your thoughts. There will be plenty more opportunities to get together and share the good times. Here are just a few of the pictures that were taken during the party.

This picture just makes me laugh. Melissa and Taylor went shopping for some last minute items for the party. Melissa decided that Taylor could pick a present for each of the kids. For Carmen she picked a small, extremely cuddly doll with dark hair. For the boys she picked... And believe ot not, they play with them like there is no other toy...


Talk about not having enough hands to contain everyone.. We did light candles and he kids had help blowing them out.


Of course we need to include these pictures!

Thursday March 5, 2009

Today is the day!!! What a day it has been too...

Yesterday you got to read about the birth of Babies A, B, and C from my point of view. Now it is time to hear it from Melissa's point of view.

Well, you’ve had the opportunity to read Scott’s side of the story about the delivery of the triplets. My story of that evening is different. You see, I was in denial that I was actually going to have the babies that evening. I was thinking I was going to have it all planned out and that I was going to be told by the doctor when I was suppose to deliver. I was wrong… I was simply on bed rest (my sister’s couch to be exact) doing nothing when it all began. That’s what I was supposed to be doing, nothing. Mary was gone for a few minutes and when she got back I told her about some symptoms I was having. She convinced me to call the doctor’s office. Well, to make a long story a little bit shorter I was told by the nurse that I just needed to be checked out at the hospital. I was frustrated because I thought, here we go again, another false alarm. I called Scott and told him what I thought was going on. I packed a bag (just in case) and by then I was experiencing some contractions. I made my way to the car and to my surprise half of the neighborhood had decided that it was also a good time to visit the Warr residence. We took off for the hospital in quite the fanfare. So if you’re familiar with the Boise area traffic around 5:00pm you know that it’s a good thing we were going into Boise and not headed out. Mary was timing my contractions, talking on her cell phone and driving at the same time. I was trying to breathe through the contractions and be a backseat driver. I would tell Mary “BRAKE LIGHTS” and she would ask “are you having a contraction?”
As we “slowly” made our way, my contractions became only three minutes apart. I remember my sister telling me that in no way was I having the babies in her car on the freeway! The emergency department was supposed to be waiting for us to wheel me to the correct place. No one was there. Mary then became my wheelchair driver. We only hit one (ok maybe two) walls on our way. There was an actual line of couples waiting to be admitted to delivery. Luckily they knew we were coming and so when the admittance staff in labor triage saw us coming through the doorway they loudly asked “are you the ones with triplets?” after a quick yes the line “parted” and we were immediately let in.
Now, you have to remember that the nurse just thinks that I’m coming in to be checked out. Mary knows I’m going to have the babies and she’s trying to calm me and get the nurse to take us a little more seriously. I’m in labor but also in denial that I’m in labor, and the nurse is calmly going about her business like I can’t be in as much pain as I’m pretending not to be in. It was only a minute later when the nurse ripped back the curtain and yelled “We’re delivering down here - now!”
Things went into frenzy mode. There were people coming and going. People telling me what was happening and what wasn’t. My sister, who all this time is trying to answer questions for me, help me breathe, and trying to get cameras, clothes, insurance information, etc. is being called my “friend”. It’s funny now but at the time it really made me upset and finally I had enough of my sister being called my significant other and quite forcibly said “She’s my sister and her name is Mary. My husband is on his way from Burley, this is my SISTER!” So now Mary went from being called my “friend” to the correct title as the patient’s sister Mary. They were throwing scrubs at her and telling her to quickly change. As they were wheeling me into the O.R., I simply only remember that I was shaking like a leaf, wondering where Mary was, and trying to listen to the doctor and nurses telling me about what I was going to be going through. And, still I was thinking that maybe I wasn’t really in labor because I wanted Scott to be there. I hadn’t planned this without him and words cannot explain the emptiness I felt without him there. I wanted to tell everyone that no we couldn’t deliver the babies because my husband wasn’t there yet. They’d just have to wait. After all, aren’t C-sections supposed to be planned?
Well, the babies came and it was probably the same moment when Scott felt at peace that I too felt at peace that everything was ok, because during the C-section I felt panicky and at unease. I was worried about Scott, about the well being of the babies, and I felt like I had no control of the situation. But I remember laying there and my sister telling me that everything was ok but this time I really felt the feeling that it really was ok. I wasn’t scared anymore. Everything/everyone just seemed to slow down and I had an overwhelming feeling of calmness. Time seemed to be a reality again and I was able to truly focus on my surroundings. I was told Scott was there and my sister gave him the thumbs up signal that everything was good. And, it was. All three babies were born. All were breathing and being cared for and I had been blessed by God with three new miracles.
I wish I could tell my story to you instead of writing it out. Writing it just isn’t as fun as telling it. My sister has another viewpoint of that evening as well but I don’t know if she’ll want to write about it. When you get Scott, her, and I together it becomes quite the story. Thanks again for supporting us and for posting. We love the comments and hope you enjoy the blog as much as we do.