Girlzone

While others were singing along with Boyzone, I and my girls were having a Girlzone moment. Us, lying side by side on our bed, singing various nurseries they love, giggling and chatting in broken language. Seriously, I didn’t expect for a pajama party with the girls anytime sooner, but at the age of 2, they all seemed to understand the concept of hanging out with your besties.

They also love to pretend play and they have been busy bathing and washing their siblings’ hair, getting them towel, rubbing telon oil to their body and putting clothes on them. Another fun thing to do during our pj party is guess the color game. They have recognized almost all the basic colors and mention them mostly in English. Bridget at first said everything was yellow when asked what color something was, but now she’s beginning to answer the correct colors. Other than that, they also do all the jumping, stomping, rolling over, and all the crazy thing that have caused two of them falling off the bed, exactly like their heroes on Five Little Monkeys song.

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Hospitalized

Just one day prior to their birthday, Izzie got sick. She threw up frequently all day. On the evening of their birthday, soon as I arrived from taking Izzie to doctor for the second time, Maddie and Bridget showed the same symptoms, only worse. They vomited and pooped all through the night we ran out of clean clothes and bed sheets. At midnight, we took them both to ER but things didn’t improve, all three got even worse as the day fell. At around 9 in the morning, I gathered all their stuff and got them all to hospital, leaving too many dirty laundry and floor full of vomit to our day maid. I couldn’t think of anything else but getting these poor babies an IV immediately before they got dehydrated due to severe diarrhea and vomiting.

Maddie and Bridget seemed to start losing liquid they didn’t fight much when the needles got through, while Izzie still showed lots of strength fighting against the nurses. I held them all close in turns, probably worst experience I had with my girls to see them in pain. How I wish I could trade places with them.

Good news was Izzie was released after spending a night in hospital bed. While the rest were still in doctor’s observation since there was pretty much gas loaded up their stomaches. The next day we all went home and the girls didn’t bother to be carried as they all ran through the hall expressing freedom after a couple of nights stay in a cold hospital room.

I felt terrible for causing them the pain. Doctor said it could be because of many things, but the gastritis was most likely caused by accumulative intake of gas-producing food, such as melons and chocolate. The nurse said most of the kids hospitalized there after loads of chocolate they ate. Sad to see that broccoli might have also contributed. Well a change in meal plan is what I’ve been figuring out everyday now. My girls love fruits as much as I do and it’s even painful for me to store away watermelon and honeydew from our fridge for their health’s sake for now. Moderation in portion also counts so it’s not that I won’t give them their fave food anymore, not in the near future, but next time I’ll know when to stop.

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No Longer Infants, Officially

The girls turned two last week. I know, right? Suddenly they’re no longer babies and I think the difference is pretty much obvious. Many more milestones reached that surprise me every time. They’re beginning to know what they want and like and won’t hesitate to show it. They remember
things by associating pictures in their mind. It’s like, during a video call with grandma, my mom has minimum lighting so the girls say “gilap (gelap:dark). Enma gilap.” Or how my mom loves to shower the girls with presents, so when I say that grandma is going to visit us, they’ll say, gilap gilap or kado (present). And fish, all the things associated to my mom.

Last night we sang their favorite ABC phonics song, A a Apple, B b Bus, C c cow, D d….Bridget seemed to forget and she said “bebek”, instead of duck, which means bebek in Indonesian.

Other than that, they just talk more, sing more and scream more now.
Here’s a collection of our simple celebration on triplets’ birthday.

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Always Be My Babies

The girls are turning two very soon, too soon than I thought. We’re moving in a high pace and before I know it, they grow too fast. Kids grow too fast.

But to me, they’re always babies. I see that same look when Bridget glanced at me for the first time when I tearily saw her at NICU, with her funny eyes while making cute sounds, looking real happy seeing her mother for the very firs time after 24 hours being born. The kind of look she shows now when I cuddle her siblings while she’s doing something else.

Or Izzie who was so tiny and soundless in the NICU’s incubator, the little fingers I touched while whispering her prayers or songs and then she responded calmly, very much like she’s developed into now, a cool kid.

And Maddie who escaped from NICU after a short observation and rocked the nursery room with her voice you could clearly heard all through the hallway and three rooms away. We knew it already she’d be the loudest of all, in command and likes to show her authority as the first one to be born.

I remember my dad used to say that birthday is all about your mother. Always think of your mother on your birthday. As a mother, the moment I gave birth to my triplets, the details, the joy and fear, everything I will forever remember. How I was surprised at the OR with the fact that all my babies turned out to be girls, when the anaesthetist turned on the Mother How Are You Today song to my ear when Maddie was out, how rushing the nurses taking Bridget and Izzie to NICU shortly after birth (I saw from the video), how my dad looked at me worriedly when I saw him by my side when I woke up still under the influence, and how the nurse snapped at me when I turned out asked her a billion times how my babies were doing. Those moments were like pinned down in my memory forever.

And almost two years later, these babies already could sing in English, Indonesian and a bit Javanese. Do simple tasks and always say, “sendiri,” when I put on their pants or clothes, means they want to do it on their own. Put on their shoes although sometimes right shoes goes to left foot and the other way around. Give order specifically and consistently by habit. Take order and sometimes delegate the order to their stuffed toys. “Madynna, could you please sing Topi Saya Bundar again?” Then she’d turn to her cow toy and say, “Cow, sing Topi Saya Bundar!”

And the funnest part of all, they seem to enjoy having friends at the same age with whom always sleep, eat, play, swim, shop, take shower together. They’ve begun to miss if someone’s absent from an activity. When Izzie was still asleep and I was about to take Bridget and Maddie outside for our morning walk, Bridget would climb back to the bed and called, “Izzie, Izzie wake up. We’re going.” Or when Izzie was still having breakfast while the two were all set to take a dip in the pool wearing their swimsuits, Bridget would ask Izzie to quickly finish her meal and bring her swimsuit to the dining room so Izzie could wear it now. Or when we all lay down before bed time and Izzie was just hidden under my arm, Maddie would ask where Izzie was as she couldn’t see her.

They bite, pull hair, hit, slap as much as they hug and kiss their siblings. And it all happens too fast and now they’re turning two. Aside from all the sentimental things, the big TWO means no more infant category while booking a flight. Means no more paying for 10% only.

And these are the latest images of the girls when still infants!

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