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Building Birthday Memories

12th July 2014

This week saw my three three year olds turn four.  Yep, they are four.  I cannot believe how fast (and yet so slow some days!) the time has gone.  I have four little people now, each having their own little personality and idiosyncrasies.  Hayden is still the ultimate big brother, who knows all of his sisters toys names, knows how to fix a tea party, and who has unconditional love for his siblings.  This is one of the first photos of him being a big brother – here he is visiting Emma (about 6 hours old) and singing to her (Miss Polly had a dolly who was sick sick sick…)

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Being school holidays, we have had the fun of having them home every day.  Last week we took them to a special high tea (Enchanted Forest High Tea at the Stamford Plaza in Brisbane) to celebrate their birthday, get dressed up like princesses and princes and have tea and cake (a daily mission for them!).  We were the only ones there, and we got the special treatment.  The kids were overwhelmed with the tea pots, cake and sandwiches.  It was very special – and reports from the kids “I think that high tea is very special Mummy”.

High Tea!

High Tea!

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It was an amazing time – and so incredibly worth it (we got 2 for 1 vouchers off of Facebook, so it was very affordable!).  They all had an excellent time, and had happy birthday sung to them!

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Moving along to their actual birth ‘day’.  They all wanted different cakes.  Yep, three cakes.  They all decided (as a collective I guess) that they wanted to go “Birthday Camping” for their birthday wish/present.  So, for the cakes, Brendan wanted a fire truck, Emma wanted Slimer from the Ghostbusters, and Caitlyn a Princess.  This is what we ended up with –

Cakes are even in birth order!

Cakes are even in birth order!

We sang happy birthday three times, and they had a small piece of each cake.  (we still have left overs even after giving some away!).

B

B

Ems

Ems

CJ

CJ

After cake, we set off for birthday camping.  We went to Murphys Creek Escape, in the Lockyer Valley.  It was amazing.  The kids love the caravan.  So do I.  It is some quality screen free time where we all have to work together, play together and be together.  We had a camp fire every night, and some marshmallows roasted over the fire one night. 

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We set off on a “safari” where we wandered through the creek bed and the rocks.  It was a wonderful few hours (yep hours!) where the kids were able to safely explore and look around.  Even though it was cold and the water was freezing, they all unanimously decided to go for a ‘safari swim’ and build a dam.  Thank goodness for warm showers (20 cents for 2 minutes) and extra clothes!

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All four kids were dripping wet, covered in sand, mud, and red dirt.  But they had FUN.  And so did we.  Watching them work together (for a bit!) building a dam, then running off and splashing, playing and just being kids.  It was beautiful to watch.  And I know they will remember it.  No fighting, just fun and exploring safari style.

This is one of my favourite photos from the trip away –

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I have started the impossible washing load (am 6 loads in…a few to go) and the kids have mentioned a few hundred times how much they love camping and want to go again.  And soon. 

So now I have a 7 year old, and three 4 year olds.  I cannot wait to see what the next year brings!

Kids

Three 3 Year Olds….today it is official!

8th July 2013
The trio are three!

The trio are three!

Well, I have to say, it has been an amazing ride, and this time three years ago, we had just entered the world of being parents to multiples.  Be warned – this is going to be a long and photo heavy post!  So, it all began, on the 9th of January 2010 when we found out we were more than 13 weeks pregnant with TRIPLETS.  Yep, we did not expect that.  Kinda explained the weird cravings and need for sleep – excessive amounts.  That and I stopped drinking coffee….which is a sure pregnancy sign for me.

So began the ride.  Smooth uncomplicated pregnancy, moved house, interstate even, and things didn’t slow down for me until I hit the 32 1/2 week mark.  Then moving seemed like it had to be optional – I mean really….but I pushed on for another couple of weeks…..anyway…on this day, three years ago at the Royal Brisbane Hospital, I delivered three healthy, and heavy (for triplets) babies.  All in the order we thought, and all with their own stories.

Here is me, minutes before being rolled around to theatre.  Jason is TOTALLY freaking out, can’t string a sentence together and laughing, a lot.  Laughed at the size 16g IV thinking it was a ‘bit big’ for just a caesarian…

Minutes before going to theatre....

Minutes before going to theatre….

The room was packed with about thirty people.  Jason was still nervous.  The anaesthetist was literally shitting himself as he had never had to do the calculations for a triplet caesar before.  He was on the phone to his consultant – a lot!  He was awesome though!

Preparations

Preparations

Preparations

Preparations

First up, born at 1431hours was Brendan Paul.  Screaming on arrival (and still pretty much every day!!) he was so chubby!  A quick review by the team allocated for him and we got our first cuddle before he was taken to the special care nursery for monitoring.

Meeting B for the first time

Meeting B for the first time

A minute later there was an “oh” from the surgeon followed by (our hearts racing) how amazing.  When we asked ‘what’ it was our eldest daughter Emma – she was born in caul (meaning in the amniotic sac) which is rare and was looking straight through the sac at everyone.  Amazing was the comments….Here is meeting our little girl Emma Grace at 1432 hours –

Meeting Ems

Meeting Ems

Then finally, making her the youngest by three minutes, came Caitlyn Jane.  Little miss was our chicken little coming in at the lightest, but she is the heaviest now, and the bossiest….and the one with the most ‘spunk’.  Here is Jason cutting her umbilical cord –

CJ

CJ

We were blessed and had totally uneventful babies – they were home within a fortnight.  Then the fun began.  They hit all their milestones, and there are about six months where I don’t remember much other than feed, change, wash, sleep, repeat.  It was crazy.  It was certainly one crazy ride.  Fast forward a year – and we have three walkers – at their first birthday party –

B at one

B at one

Emma at one

Emma at one

Caitlyn at one

Caitlyn at one

Yep, I know it is July, but these rompers were hand stamped by a very very close friend, and I had to get a shot (inside with heaters on) of them in them.  Gorgeous!  And so time went by even faster.  Walking turned into running, talking started, and they developed a bond that is indescribable.  They will never be able to tell me what it is like to be a triplet either as they don’t know any different.  The whole time through this, we have been blessed with a very very special big brother in Hayden.  He has been amazing and has never once chucked a tantrum about the ‘babies’.  He was talking the other day “Mum, remember when you were always giving the babies the milk all the time – that was boring for me, but I knew you had to do it” – that statement completely blindsided me, and made me realise how lucky I am to have such a special and intelligent little boy.  The kids absolutely idolise him.  Hayden is their be all and end all.  They fight over sitting next to him, talking to him…you name it.  Between 1 and 2 they became a little more ‘fun’ for Hayden.  Here they are at two –

Let them eat cake!

Let them eat cake!

B at 2

B at 2

Between 2 and 3 we have seen the emergence of their individuality and also their effectiveness as a team.  They have their own language, and they are most certainly in tune with each other.  Emma has hair – masses of it – Caitlyn has stuff all and wants it.  Hers is ranga red mullet style.  Suits her attitude I guess!  B is a clown – he loves getting a laugh and is a gangly stringbean.  They are all active, running, laughing and hilarious kids.  They plot, they plan, and they play.  They fight, sure, but they seem to work out their differences quickly and are very protective of not only each other, but of Hayden as well.  They don’t dob if it is a group effort.  They dob if they think they can get something out of it.  They are hilarious, life changing, and so incredibly loved.  People still get shocked when I say I have four kids – they ask the ages and I say 6 and 3 – they work out the equation and say – you have triplets?  To us, we know no different now!  But I guess, it is not normal to have triplets so the novelty will always be there.  Fast forward to 3.  Today they are 3.  Officially a couple of hours ago.  I cannot believe all that they have done, and even more so what more they will do.  I look at all my kids and get glimpses of what they might be like in 10 years or so…it is amazing.  So here they are yesterday at their un-birthday (Jase had to work today and also it is return to school for Hayden) – I made their cakes (as I do every year! This year it was Peppa Pig and George Pig).

 

Blow out the candles!

Blow out the candles!

They got a crazy coupe each (those cool car things) an a cubby house.  The cubby is for Hayden as well obviously!  Jason has been putting it together over the past couple of weeks (fighting the rain and all) and it only needs painting now 🙂

DIY Cubby - Jason's handiwork!

DIY Cubby – Jason’s handiwork!

So over the past three years,  I think we have singlehandedly propped up a few companies – Nuk for dummies, Zaraffas for coffee and then there is the nappies.  I cannot count the number of nappies I have changed.  I cannot count the number of cuddles, kisses or songs I have sung.  I cannot count the number of sleepless nights with sick babies or kids (thankfully not that often), the number of times we have given nurofen and panadol, or just held a child (or all three or four) because they were crook.  I cannot tell you how many times I have heard Mum, Mum, MUMMY!  Some things are priceless – and the unconditional love from my kids – all four of them, is one of those.  These kids are going to make their own mark in this world, and in my eyes they are already great!

I have four kids that will only eat cake if ‘my mummy’ made it.  Who ask for any number of baked items….we go through 4 litres of milk a day on a good day, then bread by the loaves, and fruit by the kilos.  It is only going to get more and more..and this is not a whinge.  It is a reality.  These kids are our lives.  They have changed them indefinitely – all four of them.  ANd only for the better.  I need to learn a little more patience, but I guess I am allowed a flaw or two along the way!

So my beautiful Brendan, Emma & Caitlyn (and yep, still always in birth order) I wish you the most wonderful of birthdays.  With so, so many more to come.  But three three year olds sounds pretty darn cool!  Stay true to yourselves and true to each other.  You will always be loved to the moon and back and then around again – yep Hayden too!  Happy happy happy birthday!

 

Motherhood

Mummy{versary}

13th February 2013

Today marks the sixth anniversary of motherhood for me.  So, on this day, 6 years ago, I met my first son, and embarked upon this crazy ride of parenthood.

Hayden Edward Moloney

Hayden Edward Moloney

This is the first picture of Hayden and I.  I did not know it was taken – Jason took it and it was only when I was looking through the pictures I saw it.  It is quite possibly the most precious photo ever to me.  I am seeing him for the first time, after a horrendously long labour, concerns for him, and threats of a forcep delivery, but nope, I did it.  The sheer joy of seeing this perfect little face, 10 little fingers and ten little toes was so overwhelming.  It still is some days.  There is no job interview for motherhood – you just after 40ish weeks (well 41 with Hayden) are hired.  But I think what you make of the title or role of motherhood is what makes you a mum.

Hayden, as some of you might recall, was a terrible sleeper initially.  The first 8-10 weeks of his life I think I amassed a whopping 12 hours sleep.  He would literally sleep 20 minutes and then stay awake for about 12 hours.  I was well used to sleep deprivation – being a shift worker – but this was insane.  Jason intervened (and he was often away from work as we lived rurally and I mean HOURS by road away) and we took Hayden to a sleep clinic in Albury, a good 3 hour drive from Griffith.  We returned with a different baby!  It was amazing!  I do know, over the past six years, the true meaning of fatigue, exhaustion, and complete and utter love.  Hayden loves me (and his daddy) without limits and without conditions.
Here is our first family photo (notice that Hayden is screaming?!!)

The Moloney's

The Moloney’s

Hayden was born at Griffith Base Hospital, at 1546 hours.  He weighed in at 9 ” 4 ounces and in kilos – 4.26.  He was stupidly long as well!

For the first few months I felt completely useless – like I did not know what Hayden needed or wanted.  All I knew was how to feed, clean and comfort.  I doubted myself, and my instincts, but they were right ( I eventually realised) – and so Hayden thrived and grew.  My sanity was saved by some of the most beautiful women with whom I still am friends with, albeit by distance, but whom I love dearly.

Mother's group saviours - my moles x

Mother’s group saviours – my moles x

I am every day thankful that these three women are in my life.  I would be lost without them!

Hayden has grown, and while the stages – toddler, little boy, baby, etc have all sadly been and gone, he is and will always be my little boy.  He is vivacious, highly inquisitive and a very pensive little fella.  You can see his cheeky ways in these photos –

Just over one year old here

Just over one year old here

Hayden's First birthday Party

Hayden’s First birthday Party

Hayden, aged almost 2

Hayden, aged almost 2

 

First bike - third birthday, Broken Hill

First bike – third birthday, Broken Hill

Visiting old friends in Griffith, 2011, Hayden is almost four here.

Visiting old friends in Griffith, 2011, Hayden is almost four here.

Hayden's third Christmas - loved this car :)

Hayden’s third Christmas – loved this car 🙂

One of his many visits to his sisters and brother

One of his many visits to his sisters and brother

First day of school - four, almost five

First day of school – four, almost five

Big brother

Big brother

 

Hayden has grown so very much.  Looking through these and many other photos today made me realise how much he has grown in the last year alone.  Hayden has been awesome – he had to cope and adjust to the addition to our clan of not one newborn but three.  He was only 3  1/2 when the trio were born.  And what a legend this kid is – not one tantrum about the ‘babies’ – ever.

So, yep, I am a mum, but I am learning from my kids.  Hayden has taught me more than I ever thought possible.  He has shown me insight into everyday events (groceries for example) that make me so much more aware of why we do what we do.  His observations of every day life astound me – seriously he has a major ‘thinking’ cap on.  I can proudly say that I have worn Hayden’s vomit, and gosh knows what other excrement and not once worried about it dripping off my face – but worried about comforting him.  I have felt my throat constrict on several occasions when he could have fallen over, or something ‘could’ have happened.  I will never forget the day Hayden got bitten by a redback!  He was not envenomated, but man, that was a scary ride for a bit there!  (He has a nick name Spideyboy!!)

I have wiped away almost every tear, consoled almost every night mare, scary dream or spooky situation (his words!).  I remember when he took his first steps.  I love how still, when we are out, he instinctively puts his hand up for me to hold.  I love how he used to ask to be ‘carriaged’ in stead of carried as he thought that was the right word, and I remember how sad I was when he no longer said it.  Every night I still sing him his ‘special’ lullaby (and if I am at work I have to call and sing it over the phone!!).  It is a random song I started singing to him when he was around 2 months old to get him to sleep – “It’s time for nigh nigh’s, when special boys go bye bye’s, and they sleep for loooong times, so Mummy doesn’t go crazy”!  The next verse is generally about what he will do tomorrow or something along those lines.  I cannot sing for crap – but in his mind, I can, and that is all that matters.

I realise that now, and for every day in the rest of my life I am a mum/mummy/mamma.  While some days are so incredibly exhausting (especially now with the trio) I have a great sense of achievement in the wonderful little beings we are raising.  Hayden has manners – and I am often told so by complete strangers.  I have a little boy that would rather go to the museum than to Dreamworld  – so much so that the staff at the QLD Museum actually recognise us and say hello to us when we go now!  Hayden loves reading, and loves reading about dinosaurs and Australian Animals.  He thinks that he will be a Palaeontologist when he ‘grows up’ during the week, and a veterinarian on the weekends.  He always saves up pocket money to donate to either the guide dogs or the RSPCA.  He understands what the RSPCA and the Guide Dogs do!  It is just amazing how empathetic this little fella is.

 

I could write for pages about my kids, not just Hayden.  Today is special, because not only is it Hayden’s birthday, it is the anniversary of my Mummy title.  I will be sad the day he stops calling me Mummy too.  He has grown so fast, and adjusted so well to many changes – moving, triplet siblings, working parents.  I only hope, that as I embark on my next year of motherhood, that I can continue to nurture, embrace and instil the good old values of respect, honesty and goodwill.

Here’s hoping!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Kids

Rainy Days

24th June 2012

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So winter is well and truly here.  Cold, rainy and dark!  Not complaining at all, the kids are actually revelling in the cold – Caitlyn is loving the options for jackets/jumpers!

 

Today we headed to a  birthday party at an indoor play centre.  Much fun had by all – Hayden was very excited to see some of his school friends outside of school.  The trio had a ball as always, they are getting incredibly adventurous!  They egg each other on for sure.  But they were all climbing up to second and third tiers of the play equipment!  I have to say, Chipmunks is very clean, so I never worry about finding dirty bandaids or snotty grotty bits and pieces that are not mine in the kids or on them!  Nice change!  

 

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Freaky looking Caitlyn!  

 

Well I find myself trying to prepare for the triplets second birthday – its really not that far away and I have not done anything!   So I am guessing it will be phone call invites this year! I am trying to work out if I should do three cakes or stick with cupcakes…I am going to make some bunting and a few other things so will be up late crafting this week!  I love having birthday parties, love the preparation, and cake making and most of all love the excitement that they create.  No matter what the age is!  My husband gets a cake of his choice every year for his birthday, and let me tell you some of them have been tricky!  The kids will be kept simple I think – I am leaning towards three smaller cakes (one each for them to chog into!) And a larger cake for everyone else.  

I am going to get some Christmas cards sorted this week as well.  Have a workshop to organise for Stampin’ Up!  where we will be getting together and making some cards, and paper craft – am super excited!  Its such fun!  I figure if I start making the Christmas cards this early I will make them all in time!  It has been a super busy year and I cannot believe (yeah still) how fast the year has gone.

 

It is school holidays for the next two weeks, so am hopeful to get out and do a few things with Hayden so he doesn’t send me demented!  Searworld is on the list as they have recently opened “Dinosaur Island’ so that is a MUST see!

 

On a personal note, this is a post I have written in Facebook in a group that has just been formed called “Do you really care about us”.  The group has been formed in light of Cambell Newman’s decision to change surrogacy laws, and also that of a civil union.  The term ‘registering’ was used on Friday in the press release – made my blood boil, you register a dog or a gift list, but not love…anyway, here was my rant – 

My name is Ali, I have a great vested interest in this thing called ‘equality’. My little world revolves around my family and friends, and I love my family and friends fiercely, and unconditionally. I have four children, and a husband. My kids do not know what being ‘gay’ means. They know that Uncle B has a boyfriend, and that some of my other friends are same sex partners. They don’t question it – why? Because there is NOTHING wrong with it. 

I find it absolutely abhorrent that any relationship other than a man/woman needs to be ‘registered’ or a civil union. Love is love, and I am sorry, but as much thought as I have put into this, some right wing wanker has determined that it is OK to just ‘register’ and change laws that affect lives! 

I work in health care, and let me tell you the number of kids that are abused, neglected, and have had unspeakable things occur to them. Do you know how many have been from a lesbian or homosexual relationship? NONE, thats right, NONE. 

If there was a test that people had to pass to become parents, how many would actually pass? Seriously, that baby bonus has left the gene pool seriously short of a few life guards. In saying that yes, I have received the baby bonus four times – but I WORK, and I pay taxes and I vote. How is it right or even ‘fair’ to consider same sex partners unable to be ‘parents’. I looked up the meaning of parent/s and it is not a sexual thing – it is androgynous. As parents can be of the same sex. Wow, shocking stuff. How many single parent families exist? How many dysfunctional families exist? More than even CanDo could count. How is a same sex couple having a child and having the same next of kin and parental rights any different to mine? Or my husbands? 

It sickens me that we live in a society that is even talking this way and referring to same sex couples as a separate or even different race. This is not a dictatorship! I am so ashamed to call myself a Queenslander right now. This is incredibly archaic, immoral and fundamentally flawed.

I am only one person, but together we should all stand as one. I suspect if we all stood in a room CanDo would be flat out picking the straights from the gays – as if we should be pidgeon-holed and have that information determined from the start. Perhaps we should start wearing name tags to stop the worrying or guessing. I suspect that people might start thinking that it is a disease again….

Should we talk about the increases in crime and the fact that it is OK to stab someone, go to gaol for a bit and then father a few children and go away again? Does this not cause more of a societal harm and impact that 2 women or 2 men having a child?

I believe, and have instilled into my children, as young as they are, to treat others as you wish to be treated. I take great pride in the fact that my children are loved by many, and are able to express love. My children know nothing of biases, and I do not wish them to live in a world where society is segmented based on sexuality. If someone loves my child and happens to be of the same sex – well thats great! Love is something to be revered and cherished. To be loved and to love is one of the most beautiful things in life. To not be able to have this recognised sickens me. I am married – we were not married in a church as religion has nothing to do with our relationship (my husband is an atheist) but we had the option! Many of my friends do not. It sickens me. 

Even though I am not gay, I love many people that are. And even if I didn’t this is still wrong. I have many friends that have children and are a same sex couple – I would never even think to question their parenting skills – why? Because they LOVE their child. If you really want a lesson on society go and sit in your local hospitals Emergency department for a night. Have a look at the unkempt ‘parents’ and children, the abuse, and horrible social circumstances – and they are all ‘parents’ and often ‘married’. Wow, being gay and having a baby really is bad huh? Pathetic!

I could rant for hours about this subject. I will help in any way that I possibly can, and can only ever offer and continue to offer my friends and family love, support and hope. Hope that this is not our future, and that this does not occur. So if you think I can help – name it 🙂

Stepping off soap box now…

Ali

 
I have, as you can see, got major issues with inequality and bias.  If you can spare the time, please pop here and sign the petition – I know it would be appreciated.
 
http://www.change.org/petitions/campbell-newman-keep-civil-unions-create-marriage-equality-restore-equal-surrogacy-laws-3
 
Anyway, a busy weekend had by all.  Its time for a cup of tea and bed!  Its cold!
 
Happy Sunday 🙂