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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

Monday, December 10, 2012

Gen. 2: Babies 54, 55, 56, & 57: Come Back to Me


BONNIE: They're gone!  
BRENDAN: What?  Wait...who's gone?
BONNIE: Polly...Serge...at the park...they're gone!

I know I'm not making any sense right now, but my children are gone!  I knew I should have never left her here.  I don't know what to do.  I did the only thing I knew to do and called Brendan.


BRENDAN: Babe...calm down...what's going on?

I explain everything to him and he tells me to go home and he'll meet me at the house.  So that's what I do.


I literally run all the way home.

I can't believe this is happening.


Brendan meets me at the door with a hug.

I swear, if something happens to them...I don't know what I'll do.

I start pacing until Brendan tells me to just go sit down.
BONNIE: I can't sit down!  I can't sit down when my kids are out there, all alone...or maybe with a psychopath!
BRENDAN: Honey, I swear, you'll feel better if you just sit down.  I'm going to make some coffee...just go sit down.


I sit down and put my head in my hands.

I am completely numb.  I can't even cry.  What am I going to do?

Brendan comes over and kneels in front of me.
BRENDAN: Don't worry.  We'll find them.  I swear.  
BONNIE: But what if...?
BRENDAN: Don't even let yourself thing we won't find them, because we will.  I promise.  If it's the last thing I do.

*BRENDAN'S POV*


I leave Bonnie's and head over to Nico's house...or at least the last one I remember him living in.

I may not be as savvy as the Espositos, but I can jimmy a lock, which comes in handy because no one is home.


Of course when I get in, there is nothing there...or at least nothing that could be of any help to us.

Okay, Brendan, think.
The only thing I can do at this point is pick up the phone.

I shoot a quick text.

Hey G, we need to talk.


GIA: Brendan, I got your text, what's wrong?
BRENDAN: It's Nico...he has Polly...

Gia doesn't look surprised.

BRENDAN: Tell me you don't know anything about this, please.
GIA: I knew he was talking about wanting to raise her himself...
BRENDAN: Why didn't you say something?
GIA: I didn't think he would actually take her.  I tried to tell her she was better off with her mother...
BRENDAN: Which I'm sure he listened to...*sarcastically*
GIA: Yeah, well...
BRENDAN: Have you seen him today?
GIA: No...
BRENDAN: It's not just Polly...he has her son Serge too...or at least he's missing.
GIA: Uh-oh.
BRENDAN: Yeah...


GIA: Look, the only thing I know to do is to talk to Daddy...maybe he can shake some sense into Nico...if he can find him.


BRENDAN: Yeah, talk to your dad, whatever.  We just need to get them back.
GIA: Of course...I'll do anything for you Brendan.
BRENDAN: Do it for Bonnie too...
GIA: Right...Bonnie.

She said Bonnie as if her name tasted bad in her mouth, but I ignore it.  I have to make nice with her...she's our only hope.

*BONNIE'S POV*


I wake up very early in the morning with what else?  Morning sickness.  In all the madness I had completely forgotten that I was impregnated yesterday.

Either way, when I get done upchucking, I can't get back to sleep, so I just sit here...alternating from staring at the ceiling...to the floor...to the wall...to the windows.  There's just a lot of staring going on.


Part of me is on high alert.  Usually if Polly sees me stirring this early in the morning, she starts decides it's time to be awake for the day and starts yelling for me to get her out of bed. 

Normally I dread this, but I miss my baby so much, I would gladly go without sleep for the rest of my life to have her back...not to mention Serge.  He's usually so helpful in the morning.  Helping me while I fix breakfast, entertaining Polly, and cleaning up the breakfast dishes before school.  He is such a good boy.

What am I going to do without them?



It's all proving to be to much and the tears finally fall.

Brendan happens to walk in just as they start and wraps me in his arms.


BRENDAN: It's okay baby, I'm going to get them back, I swear.


BONNIE: I won't be able to live with myself without them, Brendan.  I swear I won't.
BRENDAN: I'm going to fix this.

With that, he gets dressed and leaves.  I certainly hope he can do something...

SEVERAL DAYS LATER...

Days and days have passed and I don't know what to do with myself anymore.  I call Brendan every five minutes, I am seeing Polly and Serge everywhere...I am losing my mind.


I spend most of my time wandering around the house.  I can't think of anything else to do.  

It's gotten so bad, I keep hearing things.

Like right now, I swear I hear Polly calling for me.

SERGE: Mom!  Mom!  Are you here?

And I hear Serge too...

Brendan walks in and snaps me out of my delusions, or at least I think he's going to.

BRENDAN: Bonnie, I got them back!  Come on!  What are you waiting for?


Sure enough, my little girl is sitting in the entry way as if she never left.


I run to her and scoop her up, barely being able to believe it.

Serge comes up behind me and gives me a hug.

BONNIE: Are you all okay?
SERGE: Yeah...yeah, we're fine.
BONNIE: What about Nico?  What's going on?
BRENDAN: Nico won't bother you anymore...
BONNIE: What happened?
BRENDAN: Nothing you need to worry about.
BONNIE: He isn't dead is he?
BRENDAN: *laughs* No, of course not.  Everything is fine, don't worry.


I am so happy to have my babies back and I know they are happy to be back with me.

POLLY: Mommy...missed you!
BONNIE: I missed you too baby girl!


Getting her back was bitter sweet though, she had been gone so long, her birthday is coming up.


She ages up to be a beautiful little girl with dark, cascading curls and dark eyes.  Her Aunt Gia of course sent tons of extremely expensive clothes for her, which she was extremely excited about.


My next babies to age up are Rione and Adovie.  It's time for them to leave home.



Rione looks almost identical to his father and aspires to be a Chess Legend


Adovie, however wishes to be Surrounded by Family, even though she is just as smart as her brother.


My pregnancy progresses rapidly after the first little bit, and soon I can barely move.


I decide to work on my sculpting again when the baby decides to make an entrance.


As the labor progresses, I realize there is something off about this labor...and I'm right.


The first baby to make an entrance is a little girl.  Baby #54: Haylia Reed


Followed by her sister, Baby #55: Rayn Reed


...then a little chunky monkey...or monkette, another girl, Baby #56: Liberty Reed


...and finally, a fourth quiet little girl, Baby #57: Nellie Reed

Quads?!