Parenthood - And the burn of sacrifice

Since becoming parents, and parents in a BIG way, Adam and I have definitely gotten a taste of giving up ourselves for our family. Parents are probably the least selfish people in the world and becoming one yourself, definitely makes you appreciate the things your own parents have done for you.

As I write this, I'm supposed to be in Dallas, walking into George Strait's final concert of his final tour with my husband. George Strait has been a part of Adam's life, my life, and our life together for forever. Baby Blue has always been my song and on our very first date, it was the first song Adam and I danced to ever. On our wedding night, while we didn't have a big reception, Adam and I danced to George Strait, played off his phone in his coat pocket, atop the Magnolia Hotel in downtown Houston. And on our honeymoon, we went to see George (in nosebleed seats) in Salt Lake City, Utah. 

So when the local radio station, 93Q, had a call in contest to win tickets late last year, Adam set out trying to win them for a week. It was the last day of the contest, a Sunday afternoon, and we were coming back from the beach. I was very big and pregnant and took a nap in the car but had woken up for a pit stop. We got back in the car and they said it was time to call. I didn't even feel like calling because I was tired and didn't think there was much of a chance of winning, but I slowly picked up my phone, found the number and dialed!

Imagine my shock and surprise when I was the right caller! So since that day, Adam and I have had plans that this would be our first (and probably last) getaway from the babies just the two of us for a long, long time. We looked forward to this day all through the pregnancy, I looked forward to it on the table in the OR the night the babies were born when I developed preeclampsia, we talked about it all during our 52 days in NICU, even sharing our plans with some of our nurses.  Unfortunately, part of life, means sometimes we have to give up the things we really look forward to for something greater than us.

To provide a better life for our family, Adam recently took a position in the oil and gas industry which means he will travel a lot. Duty calls and unfortunately, duty called at the wrong time this time! We know this is just the first time of many times we will have to miss out on events and family functions because of his job but the sting still hurts none the less! 

We had hotel reservations for months, plans for a dinner date, and everything lined up, but at the last minute (literally two days before), Adam was called away for work. We know that our children won't know our sacrifice (this one or the ones to come) for many years, if they ever do, and this is just the first of many disappointments in our own plans. But we know that the most important work we are doing is raising our babies and we agree that sacrifice will be a part of doing such and is worth it.

Raising quadruplets definitely takes a toll on us as individuals and on our marriage. Four babies pretty much require constant attention and care, often at the cost of having any alone adult time (and often, even time to shower alone). Adam and I have been parents to four babies for almost five months now. We are in an interesting transition period going from just the two of us, to an instant big family!  Before the babies were born, I didn’t think too much about the two of us going grocery shopping together, or jumping in the car on a whim to grab dinner or catch a quick movie. Nowadays, Adam and I spend our days working harder than we ever have in our lives to see that our four little miracles are cared for. On top of that, it seems like we have to work even harder on our marriage! So when special time we had set aside to focus on our marriage, with childcare, hotel rooms, dinner plans, and George Strait is ripped away in a matter of days, it really stings.

But such is life and it will go on! At the end of the day, we still have four beautiful babies and we have each other which is all that matters. We know that in a year, we probably won't remember the concert we didn't get to go to, but we will look at four little miracle babies as they're hopefully taking some of their first steps, and won't regret it one bit! And maybe, just maybe, around that time, we'll be able to sucker some other poor soul(s) into watching them for us so we can have our first night alone!




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