The Baby Bunch

This is the article published in the Hana Hou! Magazine this past summer.  Some of the pictures included in the article are on a previous blog post titled Hana Hou!

Story By: Sara Johnson

When Marcie Cameros first met Ray Dela Cruz, she was 21 and he was 47. She was childless and wanted kids, but he’d already had five—and that, he thought, was enough. When they were introduced at her sister’s house in Kane‘ohe, they fell for each other, though if you’d asked them the odds on whether they’d stay together, they both would’ve guessed they’d last a year, tops. But surprises happen, and in the case of Marcie and Ray, a lot of surprises. They stayed together a decade and, at the end of it, got married.

After the marriage, Ray agreed to try for a child. But it wasn’t a simple proposition. He had had a vasectomy before he met Marcie, and it couldn’t be reversed. So the couple went to see fertility specialists, and the doctors managed to collect enough little swimmers to create nine tiny embryos. Doctors placed two in Marcie and put the rest into cold storage. One took, and nine months later she gave birth to a healthy baby boy whom the thrilled couple named Makaio. A year later they decided to try for another baby. Once again the doctors placed two embryos in Marcie. And then things got wild.

Eight weeks into the pregnancy, on a Tuesday she’ll never forget, Marcie was on her way to work when she noticed she was bleeding. Fearing she might be having a miscarriage, she headed for the ER at Kapi‘olani Medical Center for Women & Children. A few tests later and her trepidation had turned to joy: She wasn’t having a miscarriage; she was likely having twins. Marcie’s mother, Dana, flew in from Moloka‘i to be there for her daughter’s regularly scheduled checkup a few days later. Marcie’s niece Chelae had come, too, so there were three of them in the room that Friday, all watching the screen, when the doctor started the ultrasound. Marcie saw three kidney-shaped beans on the monitor. Marcie looked at her mother and niece. “Is that three?” she asked the doctor. The doctor gave the nurse measurements for Baby A. Then for Baby B. When the nurse asked, “And Baby C?” and the doctor rattled off another set of measurements, Marcie, mother and niece all flipped: triplets. “I’ve got to call Ray,” Marcie thought. Her husband was at his job as a roofer, and all she could think when she dialed his number was: I hope he doesn’t jump off.

Two days later everyone was still reeling from the news. Marcie’s thoughts were racing: How are we going to do this? How will we care for them? How much will it cost? She and Ray and Dana headed to church. It was Mother’s Day, and during the service mother after mother stood up to 
give testimonials. What Marcie heard through it all was: God won’t give you anything that you can’t handle. She cried through the service, but by the end her mind was calm. “I will trust this,” she affirmed, “because this is a blessing from God. We’ll just take everything a day at a time.”

A week later Marcie went back for her next checkup, this time by herself. A different doctor was doing the ultrasound. “A, B, C … wait,” he said. “Wait a minute.” “Yes, A, B, C, that’s right,” Marcie said. The doctor peered closer, then said, “I think you’re having quads.” “Say that again,” said Marcie. “I think you’re having quads.”

Ray was four stories up when Marcie called, but he didn’t jump. He also didn’t believe it when she told him about Baby D. “I’m serious, Ray,” she said. “So serious.” The couple was referred to a specialist to discuss terminating one or several of the fetuses. But that day at church Marcie had decided that she was all in, come what may. And Ray told her he would support any decision she made.

It would be another whole month of weekly checkups before Baby E was discovered. This time everyone was there: Ray, Dana, Chelae and, of course, Marcie. The doctor was scanning way over by her kidneys when he said, in the most matter-of-fact way, “I think there’s another baby in here.” Doctor and technician went back and forth for a good three minutes before they announced that yes, there was definitely a Baby E. Marcie’s mom squeezed her daughter’s hand, both in disbelief.

The odds of what was happening now were somewhere between one in thirteen million to fifteen million. One of the embryos had remained whole and was developing into a girl, but the other had split and split and split and was developing into four identical boys. And now the risks to Marcie and the babies she was carrying were very real. Two of the boys had what’s known as twin-to-twin transfusion syndrome, where one essentially steals the other’s nutrients. If the smaller one were to die, the larger one might, too, and the others might suffer strokes. That could force Marcie to go into early labor. Born so young, all of the babies, if they even survived, would likely have catastrophic disabilities.

The doctors encouraged Marcie to abort the twin-to-twin transfusion boys, but she refused. She named the weaker of the two Keahi, Hawaiian for “fire,” and started to talk to him. “I need you to fight,” she told him. “When you get bigger and you’re naughty, I’ll remember why I gave you that name, and it’ll be OK. Just survive.”

Marcie was at the twenty-three-week mark when doctors discovered she was dilated and having contractions. She was shot up with hormones to stave off delivery, admitted to the hospital and remained there until she gave birth six weeks later. All five of the babies were delivered by caesarean, all one minute apart, on October 10, 2015, between 5:02 and 5:06 p.m. Keahi was the smallest at one pound ten ounces; the girl—Kamali‘i, or “royal child”—was the largest at two pounds, eleven ounces. All were perfectly healthy despite their elfin size. They went straight to the neonatal ICU and stayed there, growing and gathering strength and gradually being released out into the world until the last two went home on Christmas Eve: the first known quintuplets ever born in the Islands. Even more astonishing, they are the first quintuplets with a set of identical quadruplets known to have been born anywhere, ever.

At home, life was a whirlwind. Sixty diaper changes a day. Feedings every three hours for a total of forty a day. The babies wore color-coded wristbands so everyone could tell them apart. After four months Marcie had it down, and after five and a half months Makaio did, too. Ray still gets them confused occasionally.

These days all eight live together in a small rented house in Pearl City. Ray and Marcie dream of buying a home, but with Hawai‘i’s cost of living, they can’t afford even day care. Marcie went back to her job as a corporate trainer at American Savings Bank, and Ray retired to become a stay-at-home dad. The humor isn’t lost on him: a 64-year-old grandfather of fifteen caring for five babies he still can’t always tell apart—it’s the stuff of a sitcom writer’s dreams. He takes it all in stride, and Marcie adores him for it. “He’s absolutely wonderful,” she said one morning recently, watching as he raced around doling out cereal and changing diapers. “I was scared when I went back to work. How will he handle things? Will he resent this? Will we make it? I didn’t know and he didn’t, either.” Ray stops moving for a second to smile at his wife. “I’m happy,” he says. “I never spent too much time with my other kids; I was kind of a rascal boy, drank a lot. This is my second chance. When Marcie was pregnant I said, ‘This my punishment—but it’s a good punishment.’”

The couple continue to take their days on faith, even now a bit stupefied by the fact that they have five babies. And the babies never let their parents forget it. They are everywhere in the house, like a circus act or an optical illusion. They are incredibly good as babies go—they’ve learned to self-soothe, and they are almost perfectly in sync: When one gets sick, they all get sick and then it’s over. All gave up their pacifiers at the same time. All began to sleep through the night at the same time, “like they had some sort of mental telepathy conference,” says Marcie.

Yet—and this is the part that fascinates the couple no end—identical as the babies may be, they’re nothing alike. Each already has a distinctive personality. There is Kapena (Hawaiian for “captain”), the firstborn of the boys: calm, cautious, affectionate. There’s Baby E, a.k.a. Kupono (Hawaiian for “righteous”): independent, laid-back, a cool cat. Keahi did become the firecracker his mother urged him to be; he likes to cuddle but he’s feisty. His rival in the twin-to-twin tug-of-war, Kaolu (meaning “pleasant”) was the last one born, the baby of the babies. He’s a joker who pulls stunts to get laughs. The lone girl, Kamali‘i, is sassy and much more 
aggressive than her brothers—perhaps the inevitable result of sharing a womb with four boys. “She’s very good,” says her mother, “but she’s already a tough cookie.”

All have teeth coming in. All are learning to walk. All love to eat: Poi is a daily treat. They still take bottles but fewer now, and the diaper change count has eased to a mere thirty a day. Ray and Marcie tend to stay away from thoughts of things like college tuition; they plan but they don’t obsess. “I often tell people, ‘It’s overwhelming,’” says Marcie, “‘but I’m not overwhelmed.’”

Just what made that embryo split and split and split? Who knows? Marcie was taking the standard regimen of hormones, but both she and Ray have abundance running through their gene pools—Ray especially. He’s one of seventeen siblings. His mom was a twin, his sister had twins and one of those twins went on to have triplets. There are twins on Marcie’s mother’s side of the family, too.

For now an easy energy of contentment seems to run through the Dela Cruz house: The chaos feels controlled, the emotions settled, as if all of the calm Marcie marshaled is still right there for the taking. “We know how blessed we are,” she says. “I only hope we do right by them and raise them well.”


Marcie and Ray Dela Cruz and their 14 month old quintuplets Kapena, Kaolu, Kamalii, Kupono, Keahi and their older son Makaio at their home in Pearl City and at Sand Island beach park.

A link to Hana Hou! Magazine’s site and the story can be found by clicking here

Duct Tape, a Leaf Blower & a Vacuum

Duct Tape, a Leaf Blower & a hand-held vacuum are essential for Ray as he takes care of the quints.  Let’s not forget the zip ties, rope and Velcro.  This sounds more like tools for a crime than what you’d find around a home with quintuplets.

Yes, we’ve purchased some actual baby-proofing items, but as the babies began to explore more, we’ve had to adapt.  My husband is a true MacGyver and an awesome problem solver.  If something is unsafe, he’ll find a way to fix it.  It’s like a constant battle between the babies and daddy.  One minute, you hear him scolding one of the boys for opening the microwave.  The next minute, I’m having trouble opening it myself.  Is it broken?  Nope.  There’s just white duct tape holding the door shut!

It didn’t surprise me to come home to 4 additional gates he made out of a dismantled crib.   How about the gates for the babies play area (or baby jail) tied to our furniture?  Toys zip tied to various objects around the house so the babies won’t hit each other with them but still be able to play with them.  It’s uncanny!

If you’re ever over for a visit, you’re almost guaranteed to hear the sound of the vacuum sucking up any evidence that there are 5 two-year old’s running around.  Or, you’ll witness him cleaning their mess after a meal with the leaf blower (most times they’re fed outside).  No matter what he does, its for one purpose: to have a safe environment for our kiddos.

It’s amazing, ridiculous, smart and a little excessive all at the same time and I’ll take it all.

I love him.

He’ll never know how grateful I am for taking such great care of our kids.  He goes above and beyond for our family and I don’t know a single person (including myself) that could take better care of our kids AND do all he does around the home.


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I’ve been so emotional lately.  Happiness, sadness, wonder, disappointment & hope have been on my heart and mind lately.

I don’t understand many things that have happened in my life.  All the bad, and strangely, mostly the good.  How was I chosen to live this life?  I feel underserving, but so very grateful.  I don’t even know how to describe what I’m feeling.

What I absolutely know is that I will never be able to express how blessed I feel each and every day.  I know that my experiences in life have taught me to learn from my past, deal with the present, to love life, and live for today.  I know that God could not have chosen another person to love my children more than I do.  I know that God gave me these gifts, and was there with me the entire time.  He carried me and held me through the scariest time of my life.  He kept me calm, He kept me healthy, and He watched over us all.


A meeting convened one day in Heavens Sacred Hall. 

The ideal Mother must be found for Quints so sweet and small.

She must be patient, first of all, and kind, and calm, and wise.

And capable of chasing tears away from little eyes.

She’d have to put her children first and be so very smart.

Have dedication and resolve; a sweet and loving heart.

They all agreed you were the best, no other Mom would do.

Yes, heaven found the perfect one and sent those Quints to you.




A Mother’s Day Note

A Mother’s Day Note

Dear Makaio,

Thank you for making me a Mommy. You were my first blessing; the one I never thought possible.  The moment I found out I was pregnant with you was the happiest moment of my life.  I loved you instantly.  You brought so much joy to my life and continue to surprise me with your attentiveness, charm, talent, wit, and unconditional love.  You teach me something new every day and are the best big brother to your babies.  This is the third year I get to celebrate Mother’s Day.  I thank God every day for choosing you for me.  Today I celebrate you, your brothers and your sister.  I am honored to be the one you all call Mommy.

Dear Mommy,

I love you.  Thank you for being you.  Thank you for your unconditional support, encouragement & love.  Whenever anything exciting happens, I think of you.  Whenever something funny happens, I tell you.  Whenever something bad happens, I need you.  Through it all, you are there.  You know me better than anyone else on this earth.  You shaped me into the person I am today. You are my best friend and I’ll never take you for granted.  You’ve taught me so much about life, whether you intended to or not.  I wish I could spend every day with you.  I hope you know how much you mean to me.  Happy Mother’s Day, Mommy!

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Our Blessings, our Miracles

Our Blessings, our Miracles

Eighteen months.  Still in disbelief of it all.  Here are some precious pictures of the babies during the first few weeks of their precious little lives.  While in the NICU, I was hesitant to post any pictures of the babies.  I had many reasons, but mainly because I didn’t want people to talk about them as if they were weak or sick.  I didn’t want any negativity surrounding my babies.  Now that they’re 18 months, I look back and am thoroughly amazed at how far they’ve come.  These babies are my heroes who overcame so much in such little time.

I am still so amazed, blessed beyond measure and will never stop experiencing “Post-Partum Appreciation”.

Thank You, Heavenly Father for these blessings.




Oh, the Personalities!

Oh, the Personalities!

It’s still so interesting to me that our babies are so very different from one another.  Their personalities are emerging ever so quickly and its not shaped by their surroundings, social media or society.  It’s just them; natural.

Makaio is an entertainer.  He loves to sing.  Songs he’s learned and songs he makes up.  He’s a natural with babies.  I’m not sure if its because he’s been around lots of babies in daycare, or if its an instinct, but boy is he a great big brother!  Now that the babies are getting bigger, he plays with them more.  With that, comes a lot of laughter and a lot of tears.  The tears usually come from him because he’s constantly getting scolding for playing too rough.  In his defense, the babies are cracking up laughing as they’re getting tackled by him, but its still something we have to closely monitor.  This boy is so smart and we’re hoping to get him into a good preschool later this year.


Kapena.  He’s my lazy boy.  So full of smiles lately.  He’s the oldest of the quints and I often call him my crybaby.  In all fairness, I shouldn’t be calling him that because no one really cries too much.  He’s just the most cautious of the bunch.  When we’re out ‘n about, strangers can approach them and no one will cry.  But when we’re home and a stranger comes over or someone he hasn’t seen in a while comes by, he’ll begin to cry.  He’s like my very own guard dog.  I also call Kapena the romantic one.  His eyes are going to get him into trouble with the girls.  When he looks at you, its like he’s looking deep into your soul.  He’s very affectionate, observant and sweet.  Always hanging around Mommy or Daddy if we’re near.

Then there’s Kamali’i.  Our little girl.  I giggle a little just thinking about her.  She is another character but in a different way.  With so many nicknames come many different personalities.  She’s serious, but fun.  Stern, but gentle.  Smart, Sassy, Sweet, Bossy, Stubborn & very very caring.  She may not be quick to smile (especially to strangers) but she likes to entertain her brothers.  Whether its dancing, playing peek-a-boo or poking and prodding at them, it works.  Recently I’ve noticed how emotionally connected she is with others.  If someone is upset, she notices.  I’ve witnessed on a few occasions where Kamali’i offers a toy to someone who’s upset.  What a sweet gesture!

Kupono is my big boy.  He’s big, he’s clunky and oh so charming (and boy does he know it).  He has a thing with his eyebrows – so expressive.  I can tell when he’s done something wrong because his eyebrows are so far up his forehead, it’s a dead give-away.  The most “laid back” of the boys, he rarely gets upset over things, but when he does you can totally see it in his face.  Although laid back, he surely likes to chat.  He has a lot to say and I imagine he won’t hesitate to share what’s on his mind.  He’s head-strong, determined, a little bit of a flirt and just simply “Ku”.

My Keahi.  My firecracker, fireball, dreamy-eyed little one.  He’s still the smallest of the bunch, but don’t let his size fool you.  He’s not afraid to defend himself and is definitely not afraid to express himself when he’s upset.  He can get angry quick.  The good thing is that you can also calm him down pretty quickly as well.  He’s a silly little goose that giggles a lot and loves one-on-one time with Mommy and Daddy.  Along with Kamali’i, he loves to dance.  He’ll be one of the first to start grooving to any type of music we play.  His moves aren’t as aggressive as his sister, but he’s feeling the music…you can see it in his cute little face.

…and then there’s Kaolu.  I call him my very own Curious George.  He gets into anything and everything he can get his paws on.  Adventurous, Rascal and full of life.  This boy is always smiling and laughing.  I don’t know what he’s smiling at half the time, but i’ll take it!  He’s also the most aggressive.  Don’t mess with his toys.  He’ll fight you for it, or shall I say he’ll BITE YOU for it.



January Down

2017 has only just begun but an entire month has gone…buh bye January!  I’m horrible at keeping this blog up to date, but there’s no rules, right?  I mean, I guess I have an excuse or two…Mommy to six kiddos 3 years old and under, Wifey, Full-Time employee…

The main purpose of this blog was to have something that I could look back to and remember moments in life.  Time just goes by so quickly that you forget the little things that make you smile.  Pictures capture those moments, but the story behind those pictures is what I want to remember.

I’m thinking I’m going to just start posting lots and lots of pictures (other than what’s on Facebook or Instagram) and captioning them.  Find us on Facebook @Hawaii’s Quintuplets or on Instagram @quintuplets_of_hawaii I’ll also be uploading videos to our YouTube Channel

January brought many firsts:

  • First Slumber Party
    • The kiddos were so afraid of the fireworks that were going off on New Year’s Eve that we brought all our pillows and blankets out and had a Slumber Party!  I think this will be a traditions for us.  Perhaps next year we’ll have our own sleeping bags.
  • First Steps
    • Kamali’i is the first to walk.  She’s a girl, so it was totally expected.  From 2 steps, to 11 to almost running, that little girl is strong!
  • First Fights
    • Boys will be boys – nuff said!
    • Girls are bossy.  Need I say more?
  • First Bites
    • Everyone got lots of teeth, so its inevitable that this was going to happen.  I always wanna bite their cute little faces, so I guess I understand 🙂
  • First Kisses
    • So much germs get passed around in my house.  Everyone learned to kiss and they love to give em out.  Seeing them kiss each other is absolutely heart-warming!
  • First Words, First Sentences
    • You’ll hear “dada” and “mama” from everyone, but Kamali’i says “I love you” and “Hi Daddy”
  • First time to:
    • Seal Life Park.  Makaio has been there a few times, but this was the first for the babies.  Makaio had a blast!  His favorite part was feeding the fish (lettuce) and getting splashed by the Dolphins.
    • Ala Moana Shopping Center.  Shirokiya, Food Court, Jungle Fun and the Disney Store were the few places we explored although we were there for FOUR HOURS!
    • Sam’s Club & Costco.  The babies are now big enough to be able to sit in the carts and only a few stores here have carts that will hold two kiddos so it’s Daddy with Kupono & Kaolu up front, Makaio in the cart, and Mommy with the triple stroller with Kamali’i, Kapena & Keahi.  It’s fun to finally be able to go to a store as a family.  I know soon I won’t want to bring them with me at all, especially when they’re toddlers, but for now, it’s awesome.
    • Target also has those awesome carts so we took advantage of that too!
    • Wal Mart.  On a Saturday afternoon.  What was I thinking?  Wal Mart has the most interesting (not in a good way) people.

I think that pretty much sums up our January 2017.  Just add in a little bit of crying (mostly from Makaio), some screaming, scratches,smiles and lots of LOVE…

Babies from L-R: Kupono, Kapena, Keahi, Kaolu & Kamali’i

Kupono on Kaolu


L-R: Kupono, Kapena, Keahi, Kamali’i and Kaolu

Kapena in the back, Keahi in the front











Keahi, Kaolu, Kamali’i, Kapena & Kupono watch as Makaio strikes a pose!

Blue Stroller Back: Kapena & Keahi, Front: Kaolu & Kupono

Kupono on Kaolu

Makaio & Kaolu

Kapena hugging Makaio

Everyone waiting for Mommy to get her Starbucks @ Ala Moana Shopping Center

Jungle Fun @ Ala Moana Shopping Center

Shirokiya @ Ala Moana Shopping Center



First trip to Sam’s Club







Keahi, Kaolu & Kapena with their cousin Sydney

Kaolu, Keahi, Kupono & Kapena

Babies with Daddy L-R: Kapena, Kaolu, Keahi, Kupono & Kamali’i

Makaio’s favorite part @ Sea Life Park