|Drew reading to his brother and sister to avoid napping!|
As many of you know I am a very Type A personality. It doesn't take long for one to figure that out about me. This has its good side and its bad side. As far as running a house with seven kids it is great. I am very good at completing task and can keep things very orderly which helps maintain a household. I remember when I was pregnant with the twins and people would tell me that I was going to have to let things go because there was no way with two little ones I would be able to keep things as put together. I proved those people wrong because everynight when I went to bed the house was picked up, the dishes were done, and the toys would all find their home for the night. We even accomplish this with seven little ones. Now if I was supermom I would tell you I also clean my own bathrooms and dust but remember people I am not supermom so I pay someone twice a month to do this for me! The problem I have with being so type A is that I get a lot of anxiety if certain tasks are not done or if things do not find their proper home. Paul and I do not have much free time during the day because we are always busy either with babies or tasks. If there is time it is in the evening after everyone is tucked in, given the 3,657 drink that the kids had to have, and us saying goodnight a million times over. We then enjoy some television while folding the above mentioned laundry. I have been type A ever since I was a little girl. I remember the anxiety I would have if my mom was only ten minutes early getting me to practice instead of fifteeen minutes early. This "anxiety" is a part of my everyday life but having quads has made the tasky part of my life more amplified. Which means that if the tasks don't get done I get a panicky feeling until they are done. Paul knows when I get home from work to just let me have my 30 minutes to get everything in order the way I like it and all will be right in the world. Sometimes the anxiety of these tasks get in the way of me being the mom I want to be and my older kids are always the ones that suffer. A supermom would be able to get everything done, never raise their voice, always have time to sit and play make-up when the occasion arises. And because I know other moms are reading this I will be honest. I am not a person that likes to use medicine to fix things. I hardly take Tylenol but I actually called my ob the other day to see if there was anything safe to take while nursing that would help to take the edge off. When I talked to the nurse she asked if a glass of wine would help and I informed her that I do not drink even after having seven kids. I don't need much just something to not give me the panic feeling if something is 15 minutes late in getting done. Of course I already knew the answer to this question but once I am done nursing I do plan to go on something to help with this anxiety. I want my kids to remember a mom that could let the dishes sit for an extra hour to go play outside instead of having a mom that wigs out if the table is not cleared right after breakfast. I am writing about this only to say that us mom's have a lot on our plates and sometimes its okay to face it if we need something to help us whether it is with anxiety, postpartum depression or the struggles with juggling a family and a career.
I love being a mom but even before having the quadsI have never been a mom that enjoys getting down on the floor to play make believe. Again not supermom. Tell me to bake with the kids, take them on an outing, read to them and I am all on it. But building farms out of blocks and racing cars are just not my thing. I sometimes get frustrated with my older girls because they are not toy kids. I have a feeling though that my girls take after me because if it didn't involve playing house (where I was Ms. Hannigan and then the nice adoptive mom and my brother was always the dog and his food was smarties) or school (were I was Ms. Salk, who was my favorite 4th grade teacher, and had
|My little man under the weather with his first cold.|
If I had my fancy cape on whenever I left the house I could handle all the stares and comments we get with a)our large family & b)quadruplets but I tend to leave all capes at home. It has been harder on me than I ever thought it would be. I have no problems loading up the babies and all their gear. Paul and I have actually gotten really good at it and we do it a couple times a week when we have to go get the big girls from school. The problem I have is feeling like a freak show every time we go out. I know I would be fascinated with seeing quadruplets too and I have no problem with those that stop say something to the line of "you are so blessed" and move on. It's those people that run through the typical scenario; "Are there four babies? Really, are you sure? Are they all yours? Those are yours too? Are they natural? Oh my gosh you have you hands full. I can't even imagine. I had twins and that was more than enough for me." This is all while we walk past someone without making eye contact. It is our norm now to not make eye contact with people because if we do people think we are giving them permission to ask whatever idiotic question they can blurt out. Lately when we have gone out we have had more of the genuine "you are lucky" comments than the ones that make us want to hide in our house. We try to be nice because we have 6 little ears that listen to everything we say to others. It is hard to sometimes keep it nice when someone tells you that quadruplets only happen on Oprah not in our town.
Germs, Germs, Germs. If I was supermom I would fend these little critters off with my magical powers but I lack such forces so I use antibacterial hand sanitizer by the gallons. I have never been a germaphobe. My kids drop something on the floor; no problem, pick it up fast and blow it off and you are good to put it in your mouth. I use to say expose them to germs and build up their immunity. This is so not the case with me anymore. I was good until the influenza pandemic hit then this momma found everything dirty. Even going out to my own garage I feel like I am opening the flood gates when I step back into my house. I hate this feeling but I am so worried about my little ones getting sick. First I really can't imagine all nine of us with a cold all at one time and Lord help me if we all come down with the flu. I think I will be running far, far away. I am scared that my little 31 week preemies will come down with something that their immature lungs would not be able to handle which would then land them back in the hospital. I just don't know if I could handle it. I am worried once our "lockdown" is over how I will handle going out again. Anytime we go out the babies are always covered in their car seats which really helps keep people from touching them. With our new quad stroller this does not work as well and really I can't keep them covered until they are four. I know it is totally fine having people look at my beautiful kiddos but I feel like I am always defending them and they are only 6 months old. I know the more viewing opportunities people have the more comments we will be getting. I guess I need to look on Craigslist for a cape!
|...and down she goes!|
|Chubby little toes!!|