|I stole this from my niece's instagram and reposted it. I changed my instagram username to Packx7 if you'd like to follow me!|
I've missed typing on this keyboard. Every single day I intend to update but the day somehow always gets away from me. I think it has something to do with having triplets ;)
First order of business is how we chose each of their names. There's something special with each of them.
Holland Raquel- I used to have a client whose name was Holland. I loved it. Ryan doesn't remember me asking him early on in my pregnancy if he liked the name Holland and him telling me no, but it happened and I scratched it off the list. Later...much later I asked him again and he liked it. It's been a top contender ever since. Raquel, is actually my real name. Kelly is just a nickname ever since the day I was born. I've always liked Raquel better and have even tried to go by Raquel when starting new jobs but it just doesn't work out when I refer to myself as Kelly and then people ask me who Kelly is. So there you have it, Holland Raquel Pack.
Wren Dove- Dove is pretty obvious. And I LOVE IT! For people who are new to reading my blog, Colum's name means Little Dove. Wren has been a favorite name of mine since I first heard it. Also, one of my very very favorite nurses (Megan) on floor 6 (Ortho trauma) was pregnant while taking care of us. She later named her baby girl Wren. Wren was definitely high up there on my favorites list the whole time. Wren has quickly earned the nickname "Wren Bird" around here and something tells me it's gonna stick.
Dale Jane- Jane has been my favorite girl name since 10th grade. But recently Finn has had quite a few Jane's in his classes and I didn't want to risk her having to go by Jane P. About 4 months before our accident Ryan's Father passed away. He died way too young, 2 weeks after turning 66 years old. His name was Dale. I was just 18 when Ryan and I first started dating and was so regretfully shy back then, especially to my boyfriend's parents. Dale wasn't one for long conversations either, but showed me what a beautiful man he was in other ways. Sometimes I'd drive up to the city of Alpine and hang out with Ryan at his parent's house in his basement. It would get late and we'd say goodbye and I'd go outside and start walking down the driveway towards my car. Almost every time I'd hear the screen door shut a few seconds behind me and turn around to see Ryan walking down the porch steps. He'd look down sorta embarrassed like and say, "my Dad is making me come out so I can walk you out to your car". (Ya, I'm crying right now). Another little thing Dale did that I didn't realize for years after he'd gotten sick was always defrost a boneless, skinless chicken breast for me at their family dinners. I don't eat pork. And the Pack's sure cook a lot of ham. I never expect to be catered to, but every time there it would be. Just one chicken breast set out for me. My own family didn't even remember I didn't eat pork and it meant so much to me. The chicken breasts stopped shortly after we'd gotten married. I'd always assumed it was Ryan's Mom who set out the chicken for me all those years. We were driving to his parents house once and I was joking about how now that we were married, the chicken had stopped and they didn't have to impress me anymore (terrible I know). It was in that very moment I realized it was him. He had gotten sick and that's when the chicken stopped. I got really emotional knowing it was him all that time. I wrote a post about him here shortly after he died. I will never forget these little silent acts of love and am so proud one of my daughters carries his name...first and last! Colum is actually buried with his Grandpa, it brings me some peace that my baby's body is not alone.
Their little personalities are all starting to come out. Holland has the loudest cry. She's all business when it comes to feedings. She has Colum's face but not his eyes. She's the most alert. She's our little grunter. Often whatever side she's sleeping on that eye gets really puffy. I noticed it one night during a feeding and then Ryan mentioned the same thing the next day. Ryan didn't remember until I reminded him that Colum's used to do the same thing. She is definitely a lot like her big brother in a lot of ways and I won't be surprised if she growls when she wakes up when she gets a little older.
Wren, is the patient one. She wonders why every one is always in such a hurry. She usually takes longer to eat her bottle than the other two combined. She likes to stop and smell the flowers, look around, and flex her fingers in between sucking. She's the smallest of the three and is delicate with her movements. She eats like a lady and has the quietest cry with a side of rasp. She always sucks on my face when she's hungry and I love it!
Dale is in between Holland and Wren on the patience scale. She's probably our best burper. She snorts when she's hungry. My niece early on found a freckle/mole on her scalp and we were so excited for this was a way to tell her and Wren apart. But then we gave them their first real bath and the mole washed away. Luckily, Dale is a few ounces bigger then Wren. And there's something different/opposite with their nostrils if you look really really close that makes me wonder if they are mirror image twins. But for now we are very careful not to get them mixed up.
|We went to Snowbird for Oktoberfest yesterday. 2 baby wearers and 1 in a stroller...it felt good to get out!|
|A moment I captured of Finn playing with Wren. It made my heart so happy.|
|Wren, Dale, and Holland. Rarely awake at the same time.|
|Home from a Doctors appointment. I try to remember why taking just one baby was so hard.|
|The most amazing photo shoot we got to be apart of! Notice the Colum doll Finn is holding. Can't wait to post these!|
|Look closely and you can see the mole to the left of Dale's bow. The mole that washed away.|
|Selfie of me holding Dale at their Dr appointment|
|Daddy and Wren|
|Wren in a size Newborn, it was like a potato sack. She's put on a few ounces since this picture. Her yawn kills me.|
|Finn holding Dale|
|Can't believe they were all in my tummy.|
***I really hope this post makes sense. I'm obviously exhausted. Please excuse any mistakes in all my future posts.