Friday, January 16, 2009

Triplets

It’s homework time at the DiVincenzo house. Nick, 12, starts his graphing assignment. Jenny, also 12, opens her 3-ring binder to math. And Scott, yet another 12 year old, reluctantly pulls himself away from a movie and begins filling out his math worksheets.

Pediatrician Cathy DiVincenzo and her husband Ken were firsthand witnesses to the multiple birth revolution that started 20-odd years ago. Their triplets were born in 1994 when DiVincenzo was 35.
“From the moment we saw them on ultrasound, we were thrilled. We were just so lucky to have an instant family,” says Cathy. However the DiVincenzo story also highlights the challenges that come with multiple births, since Scott was born with serious heart problems and Down syndrome.

Ken and Cathy met as teenagers when they both worked at McDonalds. They married six years later but waited to start a family until their 30s, a decision they don’t regret now. “A lot of my friends are empty nesters, but I’m still having fun with 12-year-olds,” said Ken DiVincenzo.

Since Cathy took fertility drugs when they were trying to conceive, the couple was actually hoping for twins. Triplets were an unexpected bonus, although Cathy who was in her third year of medical school had to delay graduation an extra year.

She also spent 13 weeks on bed rest. “I had seen enough preemies to know that I was the best incubator, said DiVincenzo who carried the babies to 33 weeks. The night before her scheduled C-section, DiVincenzo got a taste of what life with three infants would be like. “They must have picked up on my anxiety, because it was a wild, wild night in there,” she said, laughing at the memory.

The couple chose not to have amniocentesis, so it was a shock to learn after the birth that Scott had serious health problems. “Looking at the three of them together, it was quite obvious, “ DiVincenzo said. “I remember thinking, “Well I have a healthy boy and a healthy girl and a special boy with some extra needs.”

The DiVincenzos shed plenty of tears over Scott’s disability, although his heart defect put Down syndrome in perspective. “I felt I could deal with it. But I couldn’t face the thought of losing him.” Scott pulled through and today, he, his brother and his sister just call themselves normal. “There is no bad thing (about being a triplet),” said Scott. Nick, Jenny and their parents agree. “Initially we thought things were going to be very difficult but you get to the point where you realize you’re just a regular family,” Ken said.

When the kids were little, the DiVincenzos had lots of help from family and their community. Cathy finished medical school and became a pediatrician, who, not surprisingly, specializes in both multiples and disabilities.

Jenny and Nick are naturally protective of their brother, although their parents try not to put the task of caring for Scott on them. When pressed, however, they have just a few minor gripes as they recall growing up with Scott.

“He went to physical therapy and had all of these fun things to do,” Jenny said. “We were jealous.” “Yeah,” Nick added. “We’d have to go after school and sit around.” Their mother laughed over this recollection.

“The best therapy he had was being at home watching the two of you,” Cathy said. “Watching you crawl was how he learned to crawl. The two of you motivated him so much.”

Friday, December 12, 2008

Room 101


So my fear is Midgets, and in my room 101 it would be full of them, I have no idea why but little people like that scare me, I don't want to get too into it because I don't want my child to come out like that or nothing. I also don't want to say something to offend anyone, but that's my fear.

Friday, December 05, 2008

Snow Angel


This picture reminds me of so many things, when i was little. The main one was when I used to stay with my grandparents in Ohio, now I was born there but moved to Detroit a year after I was born. Since my birthday is four days before Christmas my cousin Antyon, my grandpa, and I made it a thing just between us three, we would get in the snow on the morning of my birthday and make angels. I loved to do that so my cousin would always say we should do it everyday til Christmas. I remembered those days, when I was young my grandpa and my cousin was my best friends sometimes the only people I would talk to in my family, my other cousins didn't like me and I didn't like them they were always mad because I wouldn't talk to them. If they were mean to me I would tell my papa and they would get in trouble, but when he wasn't around they would do stuff to make me mad. So he tought me to stick out my tounge at the time I was only like three. A little after I turned four me and my mom moved to San Antonio and so did my aunt and her kids which included Antyon. Moving there was a big change and I was always bored, my cousin was really old almost in high school at the time so he really didn't have time for me, but every night he would call me before I went to bed to tell me goodnight. After a while I couldn't go to sleep without talking to him. Now my papa is old and we can't do the things we used to but everyother year for Christmas I go see him, and we started something new, we started to eat oranges. He peels them but he never forgets to take all the white stuff off, then we eat them. On the other hand my cousin is in jail for being at the wrong place at the wrong time, he's been there since I was ten and prolly wont be out til im 20, but the memories are still there, I always write him and keep him informed on whats going on. I miss the old day and now im about to graduate, im not ready to grow up, if I could make a wish it would be to do those things one last time.