It is interesting b/c parents of multiples have something like 60% divorce rate while parents of kids with special needs have a rate of 80%. Add in a the fact that we are sort of wrapped up in the all consuming family business and have personalities that go together like fire and ice I think many people around us give us the Vegas odds of 10 to 1 odd that we won't keep things together. Those people don't know who we are though together when the world isn't looking.
Despite all this stress we are still very much in love with each other and we love our children. The day to day stresses are rough and we are lucky to have marriage counseling provided through the kids Early Intervention program but I must admit I think the real hero is Chris. I'm such a stress ball and very tightly strung but he has such a great attitude (unless you are asking him to put up curtains or gasp WALLPAPER) day to day. He brings sunshine when I am to my limits! Chris has been really stressed at work b/c of the new home tax credit ending and making sure about 40 homes are done by July 1. I think it makes me realize what I've taken for granted. When he isn't all sunshine it is like a huge rain cloud comes over the home. I will be glad when things are back to normal but it is teaching me what I really take for granted!
One of the things that shocks me about my husband is how he nurtures and loves our kids. He really is in more ways the "mom" out of the two of us! It boggles my mind how a man who does most of the late night feedings and duties, deals w/vomit on the head, and does the baby wearing can still come to me and ask me "so are you sure we are done? Come on you want another!" Of course the answer is a resounding NO WAY, NOT NOW, NOT EVER, but you have to admire the mans love of being a Dad.
He knows how important it is to my diesease that I get good sleep. Last night he fed the twins as usual around 2 but than around 3 little Cally woke up again and was screaming. He just dealt with him for about 30 or 45 minutes and went back to bed. About 15 mins later Harmon screamed and despite my offers to get him he dutifully went away... I fell asleep and about an hour later realized he never came back. I came out to see him putting Harm to bed. He had thrown up again and so Chris cleaned up the room, did the laundry, and bathed Harmon. He layed them down again for just a few minutes before waking up and going to work first thing in the morning to go to work.
So if you have read this nauseating ode to my Chris you deserve a FUNNY story. Wednesday he was home late... AGAIN (I think he has been late every day this week except today)! So once again he said "you can't be mad a man bearing gifts!" He had stopped at PickQuick and got me this goofy statue. He said the first frog is Harmon going "nenenahnene", the second it Rachel laughing at Harmon, and the third is Cally hiding. It is the GOOFIEST yet most thoughtful gift I think I've ever got. I might put it in my office or keep it in the kitchen so I can see it on a regular basis. You know I suspect we will beat the odds; after all where would life be w/o my best friend?