Showing posts with label baby girl. Show all posts
Showing posts with label baby girl. Show all posts

Friday, September 20, 2013

Gen. 2: Do I Even Have Time to Write This?

Raise your hand if you have ever given birth to eight babies.
Raise your hand if you have ever given birth to eight babies, had to scramble to find them cribs, and had a screaming toddler on top of it?

Hmm, party of one I see.

Birthing these babies was time consuming enough, raising them is proving to be much harder.


Poor Lenna damn near starves daily and I just know that any minute social services is going to bust in and take my children...and I might not stop them.


If you ever want to know what it's like to take care of eight babies and a toddler, first set up nine different alarm clocks in three different rooms to go off every fifteen minutes three different times, then when the first one goes off, blow up a balloon and fill it with chocolate pudding, leaving it next to the alarm.  Then go to the next one and do the same thing until you get through all nine alarms.  
Next, the second alarm on these clocks are probably already going off, so run back to the one that's been beeping the longest and pop the balloon.  Clean up the mess it made all the while the other alarms are going off.  Do this at every alarm.
By then, the third alarm will be going off, so turn off all the lights in the house, run to the alarm that's been beeping the longest again and try to find the button to make it stop.  Do this with all nine clocks, then go back and reset all those bitches.

Do this for a week, sleep only when no alarms are going off, and see how you feel.


I feel sorry for poor Lenna.  She was an only child until all these alien babies came to be.  I am eternally grateful for the self-learning toys my mom bought for Lenna because if it weren't for those, she would never have learned her skills.  I just had to potty train her.


Lenna has my mother's eyes, which makes me miss her.  She has her black hair and blue eyes and is a quiet child and rarely demands attention, which let's face it is good because I have no attention to give her.


I literally have not slept in days.  I remember what my mom went through raising the quints - it was hard, but at least she had my sister Vickie and some time to sleep.  It might have only been two or three hours, but it was some time.  I DREAM of two hours of sleep.  Honestly one hour would be great.  The max amount of sleep I have had ever since these babies were born was fifteen minutes.


...and that was only because I passed out on the floor and I was in such a deep slumber I didn't hear the babies screaming.  Thankfully Lenna came in and woke me up.

Amazingly, the babies and I have both survived to the toddler phase.  Even though I am glad for that, I am dreading this age.  This is where they get mobile and knowing this crowd they might murder me.


The ringleader is Silla.  She has the green alien skin and black hair, but she has my eyes.  Her ears are also pointy.  I guess those alien genes are pretty dominant.


Next up is Rae.  She is a sweetheart and much quieter than Silla, which is good because they share a room.  She has long black hair and big, weird black alien eyes.  


Ezekiel is my first boy and looks like a male version of Rae.  He also acts a bit like her, more quiet then the others.


Lucinda is anything but quiet.  She is always the first one to start screaming and will not stop screaming until she is absolutely satisfied.  She has my blue eyes, but they are shaped slightly different and hair with my purple tips.


Marques has the alien eyes, dark brown skin, and pointy ears.  I have no clue where the dark skin came from, but I can only assume it has something to do with alien breeding as everything else does.  Marques is my little genius.  He is always working on things, which at this stage translates to getting into everything.


If toddlers could be sarcastic, Cash definitely would be.  He has slight lighter skin then Marques and my blue eyes and pointy ears.  He also always has a look of judgment and a smirk on his face, as if he's ready to start making fun of me any time.  This generally means that he spends a lot of time picking on his siblings.


Salina looks the most like me, with the exception of the green skin and black hair.  She seems very musical already.  If I put a music box in the girls' room, they all go to sleep but her.  She spends her time laughing and giggling at it.


Corinna is another genetic phenomenon with her blonde hair and her skin isn't as green as the others.  She kind of makes me nervous because I have noticed Aurora Skies seems to be overrun with blonde haired white people.
Either way, Corinna is the most patient of my babies, mostly because she is always the last to be cared for.


Taking care of this brood is ridiculously hard.  I get a little more time because they are starting to sleep more frequently, which is good because I can sleep and eat.


"Mama, what's that smell?" Lenna asks me one night.

Well, I can do almost everything.  I still haven't had time to take a shower.


Whether this is bad parenting or not, most of the time I just let the babies sleep on the floor.  It's a time saver really.  They pass out wherever they are and when they wake up the usually just start playing with whatever it was they were playing with the night before.  And we're all happy...until they're hungry...or need changing.


Lenna helps when she can, but most of the time it's either occupying them or handing out bottles.

Either way, she does work really hard taking care of her siblings and keeping up with school...not to mention pretty much taking care of herself because I never have time, so when I have enough money together, I work on a surprise for her.


I finish the basement downstairs and give her a bedroom of her own.  I make it pink, green, and orange because those are the most girly colors I can possibly think of, and Lenna is definitely a girly girl.


The biggest thing is I actually put a desk with a computer in her bedroom.


And I also finished out the rest of the basement into a family room and put in a TV.


Of course all of this leaves me broke.  I haven't really had a whole lot of time for anything since the octuplets were born.


Finally, finally it is time for the kids to age up...and not soon enough!  Maybe I can go back to doing something besides cleaning up baby fluids all day!

The Octuplets as children:


Baby 61) Silla - the no nonsense tomboy


Baby 62) Rae, sweetheart.


Baby 63) Ezekiel - the quiet one.


Baby 64) Lucinda - the loud, opinionated one.


Baby 65) Marques - the genius/pretty boy


Baby 66) Cash - the smart ass


Baby 67) Salina - the song bird


Baby 68) Corinna - the good listener

Saturday, March 23, 2013

Gen. 2: Bonnie's New House

Even though I only have one child and no plans to have any more, my mother insists on helping me buy a bigger house.  Since I only have one bedroom in my current house I let her.

Somehow I missed taking a picture of the outside, but here are some pics of the inside. (Once again, this house was built by my BFF...her talent constantly astounds me!)


Here's the living room - minus a TV and plus a huge book shelf and a swing for Lenna.  I definitely dig it.


The Dining Room


Kitchen


Play room right off the kitchen.


The guest bathroom.


My Bedroom - including a changing table and crib for Lenna.


The master bathroom


Even though I'm not continuing the challenge, Mom insisted on decorating the other three bedrooms for a challenge mother.  I just roll my eyes and let her.
Here's the nursery.


Here's the bathroom off the nursery.  I plan on giving this bedroom to Lenna because it has a private bathroom.


Here's the "Girl's" Bedroom


The "Boy's" Bedroom


Here's the other upstairs bathroom.


Thursday, December 13, 2012

Gen. 2: Aspirations of Being An Only Child


POLLY: Serge, why did Mom have to have more babies?
SERGE: That's her thing Polls...she's doing a 100 baby challenge...you know that.
POLLY: Yeah, I know...but why did she have to have so many?
SERGE: Just lucky I guess...

Polly has been having trouble not being the baby of the family anymore.  I feel for her, I really do.  Not only is she not the youngest anymore, but she has to share her attention with four screaming infants.


I remember when my mom had the quints and she almost lost her mind, I can't imagine having five babies.  One would think adding an extra here or there would matter much, but it does.

It seems like my work is never done.  As soon as they have all been fed, changed, and given enough attention, I have to start the whole vicious cycle over again.


Julianne tries her best to help, but I'm stubborn.  
JULIANNE: Where do you need me Mom?
BONNIE: Oh, I got this honey...just go relax.
JULIANNE: Number 1, no you do not have this.  I can smell that at least one of them has a dirty diaper and two are crying.
BONNIE: Yeah, but I really want to handle this myself.
JULIANNE: No offense, but that's insane.  Come on, let me help.

I really have no choice but to let her.  There are two of them screaming, one has a dirty diaper, and one has to be fed...and I only have two hands.


BONNIE: Okay, fine...I'm just going to go sit down...

I take Liberty and sit in the rocking chair to rest for a bit...and I think I go into a coma.

When I wake up, Liberty is crying and Julianne is gently taking her out of my arms.

When I walk back into my room, all the babies are gone.

BONNIE: Jules!  Where did they all go?
JULIANNE: Calm down Mom, follow me...

She has calmed Liberty and she is leading me into the living room.


Where she has set up four swings where each of the babies is sitting, blissfully pacified.

BONNIE: Oh wow...
JULIANNE: Right?
BONNIE: These swings...are...genius.
JULIANNE: I had Serge grab another one...so we've got them all covered.
BONNIE: Uh...okay...I'm gonna...
JULIANNE: Why don't you go take a nap?
BONNIE: Uh...yeah...nap...


I sleep peacefully for an undetermined amount of time...I obviously needed it.


Meanwhile, Polly has taken up painting.  She's an artistic soul and only feels complete if she is creating.


After awhile, the babies are ready for bed, so Julianne and Serge move them back into their cribs, which wakes me up, but I feel amazingly refreshed.


I scoop up Haylia and declare it to be their birthday!


I dress Haylia in red and she has her father's eyes and coloring, but looks a lot like me.


Rayn is next...she looks like her father but has my coloring and black hair, I am only guessing from my mother.  I put her in green.


Next up is Liberty.  She looks almost identical to Rayn but she has my hair and coloring.  She wears yellow.


Last up is Nellie with my hair color, her father's coloring, and my eyes.  Blue seems to be the best for her.

As soon as we get them all aged up, Serge reminds me that tonight is prom night for him and Julianne.


Of course I get them to strike a pose for the camera before they leave.  They are so gorgeous!  I highly recommend Everard genetics!

About an hour into their prom, Julianne texts me to say they won Prom Queen and Prom King.  I don't know why they choose a brother/sister pair, but whatever.

At home, I am stuck with an overly whiny Polanne because she wanted to go to prom too...


So I bribe her with cake, cookies, and having a friend over and she is happy.


After our little party, I read her her favorite story about Snow White and Rose Red.


Of course she falls right to sleep and I let her sleep in my bed.




Of course, I don't know who would want to sleep in my room.  I always have four screaming toddlers in it.

Liberty is always the first to wake up, and thankfully she isn't so loud she wakes up the rest of them right away.


It's difficult to split my time enough to even get their basic needs met, much less teaching them anything, but I manage.  I would hate for them to be the only kids in school unable to walk, talk, or use the bathroom.


Soon, it's Polanne's birthday and her only wish is to be big like Serge and Julianne, which makes it easy.  Nature can manage that one for me.


And it does just fine.  Of course I am annoyed when she insists on wearing her hair just like her Aunt Gia and when Gia sends her more clothes that probably cost more than this house, but what can I do?

She is definitely a beautiful young woman.