Hi all and welcome to crybaby and twinkletoes. I hope that we can give you the support you need. I must, however, caution everybody that we do not make diagnoses at MDJ. You can say you had the same symptoms and they turned out to be - whatever; but we do not give absolute diagnoses. Part of the reason is that you may have someone else say 'Oh, I had that too, and it went away in a couple of weeks.' (I'm not talking about any condition whatever - just the idea.)But if you don't have the same thing, the longer you wait the worse what you do have could get.
Odds are that both Patty and crybaby are both right, but we cannot know for sure w/o medical care. Also, whatever it is, they can probably treat it - and if you are nursing, many of these meds have finally been studied for enough time that they know which ones can be used w/o harming the baby. If the 23 is your age,I had my first kid at 23. I cannot imagine being that young w/ three kids. I don't know if you have anyone to help you, but you could be simply worn out. Still, call the doc? How old are the others? Sexes, etc. In other words, I would love to hear about your babies, and writing about them could be helpful to you. You might think of things they've done that are cute, and that can be comforting.
I have a 'special friend'. She's my aide's niece and turned 3 at the end of the year. The first time she came in here she was 18 months, and as I opened my arms, she ran to me, carefully climbed into my lap, gave me a long bear hug, then took her tiny hand and turned my face so she could give me a smacker on the cheek. Then, as if to say, 'my work here is done and it wore me out', she put her head on my shoulder and went to sleep. I was in heaven. At that point my aide called from the kitchen that she forgot to tell me, but her sister said Eirene wasn't taking to people quickly anymore. I asked her if she'd like to come into the living room and say that. LOL I also call her my human antidepressant w/ only one side effect. She's absolutely addictive. 
Now we can talk on the phone.
I can take almost no meds of any kind for any reason, and unfortunately antidepressants are not in my OK list. But when Eirene (prounoed Erin) comes in the depression goes away. I get a 2-3 hour break when I am not depressed; and my current bout of depression is in it's 19th year. It had nothing to do w/ my kids - mine are just barely old enough to be your parents. The best times in my life were when they were little, and when I first visited my first granddaughter. My special friend is so adorable. She actually makes me laugh - really laugh; something I have a hard time w/ right now. And she keeps telling me she loves me and she's glad she came to my house. We have conversations and plan tricks for her mom (who has a great sense of humor).
That was for you twinkletoes. I thought it might give you a sign of what's to come. Tho if you have 3 kids, unless there are twins in there, at least one must be as old as Eirene. I have one more (actually thousands, but I'll stick w/ one short one for now). Smiling brings out endorphins in your brain, whether you feel like smiling or not. When my daughter was 2, she went to nursery school for 2 hours, twice a week. She was going thru some weird phase where if you asked her what color ANYTHING was, she'd say blue. I've a degree in early childhood ed, so I know they do all sorts of weird things, and they usually get tired of them. One day she came home from nursery school w/ a sealed envelope from her teacher. I thought ' wait! she's only 2, what could she do that requires a note from the teacher' LOL I read it, and I asked her to please sit in her chair by the table. I sat down, and I asked her if she knew what her teacher's note said. She said no. I said the teacher said she's never seen a 2 year old who knows as many different colors as you do and she's amazed.' I asked her what color her seat was and she said yellow (it was). I took her hand and we walked around inside and then outside w/ me asking her what colors things were. I've never gotten the spelling on this one, but she actually knew the color fuschia! I happen to think stinkers are bright. How else would they come up w/ such things at such young ages?
My daughter was 14 months - just before she started walking, but she could hold up her end of conversations. One day I was talking to my mom, and I will never know how the baby knew who was on the phone, but she crawled into the kitchen and said, 'Talk Bubby.' (Yiddish for grandma) I gave her the phone, and she said, 'Hi Bubby, I tinker.' The put the phone on the floor and crawled off. I picked up the phone prepared for a diatribe. My mother had absolutely no sense of humor. I never remember hearing her laugh. She asked me what the baby said. I asked her who knew what a 14 month old child was saying. She asked if she said she was a stinker. I (woking not to crack up) said she might have. My mother asked who taught her that. I said I did. She asked why. I said because she's a stinker.
One bit of something that comforted all the moms in my granddaughter's play group. Maybe it will help you too. The women came to me one at a time w/ 'my kid is doing this, but the neighbor's child is so much better at it. What's wrong?' or 'My kid won't give up her binkie, how long is it ok for her to have it?' There were a few more, but I gave them all the same answer: whatever your child is doing, she won't be doing it when she goes to college. Just remember that they all do things at their own rates. And walking or talking earlier than another child is not a sign of intelligence. As I said, they all felt relieved; so you may want to keep that idea in your mind - especially w/ 3 so close in age. Part of me wants to come live w/ you, and part say's I'm awfully glad it's you and not me. LOL
I agree w/ the others, and there's no way to say this enough. Since you don't know what is wrong, you really need to see your doc ASAP. Maybe Tuesday you could call and ask for help? I could be wrong, but since this is not something that zoned in out of the blue, I don't think you need to go to the ER. Just to your doc after the holiday.
However, if you get any worse, or if you feel that you might be dangerous to yourself or anyone else, PLEASE, PLEASE either get a ride to the ER or call 911. Barring a big change, do the best you can until you can get the doc. And, come to think of it, if you are really frightened, most doctors have someone on call on non-office days.
Maybe when you feel a bit better you'll show us the babies? I do not believe in god or miracles except the birth of a baby. To me every newborn is a miracle. And I will hang by a limb and say that if you get the right care, you will enjoy them as you already do, even if you feel that they're just in the way right now. There's an easy one. When they to to college, you'll be ready to get rid of them. I used to tell mine if they came home after 18 they'd better remember they had a father. 
Please know that we are here and we care about you and your family. Is there a father in the picture? A close friend or relative - someone who could take care of the babies for a couple of hours so you can either go out or have a bubble bath or a nap, whatever you think will be best as far as curbing the stress even a little bit. Also, are you on any meds?
Keep us posted, please. And see the doctor.
Warm welcoming wishes to our newcomers. If you'd like to send me a private message at any time, please feel free. I am not well but generally get back w/in a day or two.
Hi Patty, have you gotten the right cocktail? You sound so much calmer, and I'm happy for you.
Peace,
Sylvia
'I didn't have time to write a short [post].' Mark Twain wrote that one for me. LOL
'Wisdom is knowing when you can't be wise.'
'Life is what's happening while we are busy making other plans.'
NOTE: I can't imagine anyone is surprised that distracted driving has overtaken drunk driving as the number one cause of death on the road. Please, y'all, keep your eyes sharp when you drive. The guy in the next car could be on a computer in the dash board (whoever dreamed that up should have to watch autopsies), while the one behind you is texting. It's important to be aware of those around you. The kid who ended my second to last life was in a huge SUV and on the telephone.
I am not a medical practitioner. I speak only from personal experience. Please do not interpret anything I say as medical advice.
