Last night I felt miserable and exhausted, and Marcie shrieked from 9:15 to about 12:00, off and on. There was nothing wrong. She would stop and smile as soon as we went to check on her. Eventually I gave up and went to bed, then Gavin stuck it out on duty until she finally passed out during her night bottle (after a grand 2.5 ounces). For the first time since bringing these babies home I wanted to quit my job as mother (not permanently, just for the night). I felt really guilty and wussy about that until a saintly volunteer told me she remembers numerous times when she wanted to quit her motherhood job, and she "only" had two kids! So instead I am very, very grateful for the help we've had all along the way, all the health we've had this whole winter (until this week), and for the times I've been able to escape for sanity's sake. I haven't gotten out of the house "for fun" since last Friday night's quick date at Taco Bell. Last night I felt the closest to needing a padded room that I have in months. And you know what? My quints are 8 months old! It's AMAZING that I have had such a fabulous team of prayer and physical support to have made it this long this happily and healthily! All glory to God, again and again.
That being said, we definitely appreciate continued prayers for renewed strength and health for all of us. Also please pray that our volunteers stay healthy! We've lost a number of volunteers recently to various life obligations. Tonight was INSANE. Poor Krista got the crying-est version of the Jones quints ever! I just wrote this to some girlfriends:
"All five babies were screaming, Isaac was jumping around like a crazy person trying to entertain them all (it didn't work and added to the chaos), we were doing baths, medicating 5 unwilling recipients with homeopathic cough syrup and ibuprofen and then using The Snotsucker (NEVER a happy experience!), and finally getting each one down. It's kind of sad and kind of just life to have to let 3 babies scream for their turn in the attention line because you're doing all you can with the one or two you're working on at the time. We just don't have enough people. We'd need one for each child, and if you think about it, even when you only have one child, if they are sick you and your husband are trading off and on at night when they are at their most miserable, right? Wow, this is the ride of our lives!"
Now, some really adorable pictures of this ride of our lives:
|The kids continuously steal each other's pacifiers, toys and bibs. No wonder they ALL got the cold! |
This is David stealing Gracie's pacifier. That's Marcie behind him.
|"My Auntie Loves Me" Marcie - LOVE the pants! Aunt Courtney has style!|
|Will loves the cars at the helmet place.|
|Everything must be tasted to be experienced at this age (5 months adjusted)|
|Two of the five handsomest young men on earth!|
Will with Daddy
|Our little Michigan State University Spartan, Seth, with matching MSU bib, thanks to Aunt Fay! |
My dad played for MSU their championship year ('56?) and beyond. I still need to add the big State "S" for "Seth."
|Birthday hats for their 8 month birthday. Seth is wearing his in his bath. Seize the moment!|
|David and Gavin look so much alike!|
|Grace going crazy with her toys and explosive "Ha!"s of laughter and sound|
|Seth is getting HUGE thanks to goat's milk and prayer! He weighed 15 pounds 14 ounces today!|