I Gave Birth to Baby Spiderman...

I knew something was up with Kai when I walked into the NICU for a morning feeding and checked in with his very harried and frazzled nurse. Shift change hadn’t been all that long ago, so I wondered what was up. After all, exactly how much trouble could one tiny baby cause?

As it turns out, my triplets shared a nurse with another little girl who was in an adjoining cubby-hole (I hesitate to call those little area’s rooms.) This wasn’t unusual, and most of the nurses were used to my triplets.

After talking to the new nurse, I found out that she was having trouble with Kai. My tiny Kai, as it turns out, was giving his nurse all sorts of trouble. He had always known how to set off the monitor box above their bed, and out of boredom, had taken to setting it off every moment he could make for himself.

The poor nurse had changed the settings as much as she could and still be able to read what that monitor was supposed to be monitoring and he STILL managed to set off the beeping and flashing for his & his siblings’ amusement.

To keep him from doing this, nursie had decided to swaddle him tightly as most babies are happiest this way and she figured he would be too, plus he would be contained (theoretically.) Not so, not so. As soon as that nurse would walk over to that other baby bed area, Kai would begin his little grunting and work his shoulders out of the baby burrito ‘til he could work his arms out and push the blanket down so he could set about amusing himself AGAIN with his wires attachments and the monitor.

When the monitor became old news, he set about amusing himself by collecting all of the pacifiers in his shared crib. He had learned that if he cried, his siblings would chunk their pacifiers towards him in some effort of calming him down (if it made them happy, then of course it would make him happy!)

Once he had a collection (he once gathered 5 in one sitting, so-to-say, the nurses had given him extra to try and appease his fussing.) Growing seemingly bored with is paci-set, he set about trying to free his sister from her wiring and feeding tube (he did this as a sort of public service – if he didn’t like being hooked up to the wires, why should she?) He was wearing out his nursies with his behavior.

I knew then that I was in trouble. Once I got him home, he basked in the short-lived joy of being an only baby for about a week before his siblings were released from the NICU. He had this whole “Everything is MINE” attitude going on!

He was the first of the triplets to master sitting, and the first to master pulling up. After that, it was ON!!!! It didn’t take him long to discover that climbing was much better than standing. He could scale the walls of his play-yard much like spider man crawls up the sides of buildings.

He can walk up the slats of his baby bed like small children learn to walk up door-ways. He has only fallen out of his crib once, while leaning out to see who was in my bedroom and what exactly they were doing.

Today, he mastered another scary yet daring feat. It had gotten awfully quiet in the living room. I looked up from my computer and froze. Kai had managed to climb all the way up the play-yard wall and was standing on the top of that wall balancing happily trying to reach a toy that was on a table. Lucky for us, his well-meaning siblings weren’t in the play-yard with him at the time (his brother adores stopping him when he is doing something naughty which could have been disasterous!)

Very carefully, my eldest and I peeled him off of his perch before he could fall and hurt himself. Unfortunately, this has not proved to be an isolated incident. Later on, he tried his high-wire act yet again. Only he got a bit confused and had his leg over the side of the play-yard. He wasn’t crying, so I am guessing he didn’t hurt his nether-regions.

Now I REALLY don’t know what to do with him. We rely on the play-yard for peace of mind- and that illusion has now been broken. I really don’t have any place that I could move it as our house is very tiny. I cannot put it in the center of the room, and if I did, I am not sure that it would make much of a difference. I am just going to have to live with the fact that I gave birth to baby spider man and hope for the best.