There were a couple of issues with deciding to go with Papa instead of Daddy. The first issue is that everyone calls you daddy. It’s no big deal and very understandable. I usually don’t correct people.
The funny thing is that when Cash was first learning to talk he called everything “Da.” I think he did this because every time people saw me, they would say, “There’s daddy.” So I think he would look around me and say to himself, “Well, that door must be daddy because there’s Papa,” or, “That car must be daddy because there’s Papa.” He must have thought to himself, “This is ridiculous, these people are not clever enough to come up with more names than daddy for everything…there’s papa.”
The second issue with being called Papa is that all the grandkids were already calling my dad Papa. So what did we say as we taught him my father’s name? “That’s Papa too,” (or is it papa2 or papatu, or papathu with a silent h?).
Either way, Papa2 is here for the first time in person and got to hold baby Jude.
I can tell you who’s most excited, #theCashman. He’s in heaven.
Answer C) The triplets have to reach certain goals. Weight is not really a goal, but its nice that they’re gaining weight so well. All three must be able to control their own body temperature. They must be able to breathe, suck and swallow and coordinate that. Mostly though their return home has to do with a special thing I enjoy called caffeine.
One thing about life is that you need your heart to beat. For you and me, that happens quite naturally, no real thought process. For the triplets, that can be a challenge. During the past few weeks the triplets have been receiving caffeine shots each day to stimulate their brains so they remember to tell that heart to keep beating. Occasionally, even with the stimulation of caffeine, they still forget and they “brady.” This means that their heart rate takes a significant dive. This can happen for a second or several seconds with the latter being far more scary for Mama and Papa. So far, they have all been self-resolving. (Though I will say that a little bit of foot tickling or beating on the isolette has been known to be involved.)
To go home, they have to be off this caffeine and experience no bradys. Here, bradys are not a huge deal, they’re monitored, there are health care professionals, they’re in one of the best hospitals. At home…not so much. So this is the road we’re on. Practicing bottle feeding, gaining weight, and praying that the bradys end.
But the good news is, Collier has been taken off caffeine and has done well so far. 1 down, 2 to go.
The Cash man is definitely finding his, “I’m two and it would great if everything could go my way, you should get on board with the movement,” but when he’s not whining (I know, no one believes it) this kid is so much fun. We will just lay on the bed for ten minutes while I tickle him and he just keeps saying, “Mo Papa. Mo Papa.” He’s learning a lot of words right now as well. I’m not sure how many words he actually knows, but he will try about any word you throw at him which can bring loads of laughs from all of us…or a stern look at Papa from Mama.
Tonight while I cooked dinner he decided to climb up in a cabinet. It’s not a good picture but it’s the best I could get. He kept closing the door playing a game of hide and seek I guess. The dialogue went like this:
Papa: Is Cash in the dishwasher?
Papa: Is Cash in the freezer?
Papa: Is Cash in the sink?
Papa: Is Cash in the cabinet?
Papa opens cabinet door. Insane laughing ensues. He apparently doesn’t get that when hiding, one should not speak and give away their position. We will have to work on these tactical skills.
Then he wanted nothing but to be chased around the house. I think I’ve always known that children have more energy than adults. Recently we’re learning that Cash has been endowed with an extra dose, perhaps an atomic energy level, that allows him to run for hours on end. I assumed that this was going to characterize our night causing a massive burn out for me shortly after 7:30 when he went to bed. Then I looked up.
He found my Bible and just flipped through the pages and carried it around for about 20 minutes. I’m sure he was looking back through it to see if he had missed the pictures the first five times. But in my mind he was deciding where he should start reading.
I’ve been writing a lot about the triplets, but this little guy has been a champ during this whole process. Resilient. While Collier and McKelvey were being held today, he walked between them giving them kisses. He’s gonna be a great big brother, beating up any boy that would try to come near his sisters. (He also was trying to put the oxygen mask that was pumping fresh oxygen for Collier up to his nose…not sure what that says).
These three little people keep on trucking forward. Nothing crazy has happened within the last week, just one day at a time gaining weight and doing their thing. Kristen and I are trying to keep that focus of “one day at a time” and not think about the long term view, but we’re ready to go home to Auburn. As much as we love this city, it’s hard being away from our family and the deep community we have built there.
Jude is now at 2.13, Collier is at 2.13 and McKelvey is at a whopping 3 lbs. (To be fair she is 3 lbs and .03 oz. I wouldn’t want to take away anything from her.)
Tonight we got to bottle feed Jude and Collier for the first time. I remember this being a big deal with Cash, especially for me. I also remember making a bigger deal out of it than I probably should have, but it was the first time I was able to actually feed him so I thought it was special. But bottle feeding these three is a milestone we’ve been waiting for.
They’re still not big enough to take the bottle at every feeding or even finish their entire thing, but they’re big enough to start learning which means we’ll get to do it more and more. They’re learning to suck, swallow and breathe and navigate that all at once. I’m a proud papa for the few ounces they were able to put down tonight. I have a hard time making all that happen at once for an entire meal.
“I do it.”
And Papa getting to feed Collier.
(Who was also the contestant on “guess that triplet” that Kristen and I played tonight if you saw that post.)