“From the time the ultrasound technician said she heard 3 heartbeats, I knew life would never be the same….life with triplets”
Even though I was blessed with a super easy pregnancy (no morning sickness, no back problems, or even having to slow down at work), the girls made their entrances into the world, just as boisterously as they have made our lives. To be under the understanding that you would have a C-section for 32 weeks, only to find out you are 10 centimeters dilated and would have to push them all out within the hour – pretty much set the tone for our lives with triplets.
So now to real life. I am almost always tired. Even as I type this, I am on my third Sunkist (don’t judge me, I hate coffee!). Our house is a mess, and if it weren’t for the help of friends and family, I would probably never get anything done. I am also unpleasantly aware of how most places are not made to accommodate strollers for more than 1 baby, so taking them out is always a challenge. Recently, we took them to a baseball game, only to find that the only way to get the stroller upstairs to our seat, was to make 2 trips. We had to leave the stroller at a concession booth, take the girls upstairs, then go back down for the stroller. Thankfully, our 9-year-old is super helpful! Then there’s the baggage we always have to carry. Unless it’s a really quick trip, we always have to carry 2 bags. Added to carrying 3 babies, let’s just say it’s not the most pleasant experience. And the fact that they are 3 completely different babies, we had multiple formulas, multiple diaper sizes and now we even have multiple sippy cups…SIGH.
Now, to the questions. LORD, the questions! “Are they triplets?” Nah. I just happened to find 3 babies that looked alike and decided to keep them. “Do their names rhyme, have the same number of syllables or start with the same letter?” Nah. I decided not to be Dr. Seuss that day. “Did you breastfeed them all at the same time?” Yep. With the third embryo, I developed a third breast. “Do you have 3 car seats?” Nah. They all ride in the front with me. I usually ride with 1 in my lap, so she can hold her head out the window and enjoy the breeze like a German Shepherd. “Do you change a ton of diapers?” Nah. They have litter boxes. “I bet you go through 100 bottles per day.” Nope. I feed them with a slingshot. Less clean up that way. “What’s a typical day like?” Typical day? *Goes to google to figure out what that means* C’mon people, I’m too tired for this! I totally understand the curiosity, but unless you’re offering to babysit or buy a pack of diapers, why are we even talking?! LOL.
One thing I don’t do, is put them in competition with each other. I get a lot of questions about who does what first, the best and the quickest. I may not even know what day it is, so sometimes if I don’t get a chance to write it down, I don’t even remember who did what, let alone when. Yes, they are extremely different and do things on their own time, but in all honesty – they surprise me a lot. As soon as I have pegged the personality and traits of each one, they change on me. Like, my so-called “laidback” baby, has become the trash-talker. She may not be using real words, but she will do some serious fussing, especially if you take too long to get food on the table. And the one that crawled first (she’s so darn fast!), is perfectly content with crawling everywhere. So, her being the “natural one” to walk first – huge myth. And the one that has been the biggest from day one, is now the smallest. There’s nothing wrong, SHE JUST WILL NOT SIT DOWN. EVER. IN LIFE.
My biggest surprise, has actually been with pictures. Sounds crazy, but hear me out! While I was pregnant, I would be on Instagram looking at all of the adorable pictures of multiple babies. Wrapped up in blankets together, holding hands, dressed in costumes, smiling sweetly, etc. LISTEN. These little monsters don’t care anything about how much a sitting fee is, how much we spent on outfits, how long it took to get them out of the house and to a studio, etc. They DO NOT like pictures. They will cry, crawl away, lay down, hit each other, they rarely smile, and they insist on pulling dresses above their heads. How people got their multiples to take all of these beautiful pictures, I will NEVER know. We’re just happy if we can get a shot with all of them looking in the same direction.
So with all that, I wanted to share a few things I’ve learned during the first year of being a mom to triplets:
I have lost all sense of modesty.
- I have gotten naked in front of friends and family to pump. I have answered the door in my underwear, and if I haven’t brushed my teeth before you come over – you will deal.
I have no desire to be the “perfect mom.”
- I’ve read about moms only feeding their children vegan, gluten free, sugar free, fat free, sodium free, dairy free, carb free, calorie free, homemade, organic foods. While it’s important to me that the girls eat healthy (a lot of their food is organic), and I do make a lot of it now, I just gave Kayli fries yesterday. Jordyn LOVES ice cream, and if Alex sees you drinking juice, she WILL take your cup. I’ve also heard moms say they don’t let their kids watch television, they are enrolled in college courses, not to mention they spoke 3 languages by 18 months. Yeaaaaah about that. If I have to vacuum, cook, get work done, etc., toys are my go-to, but television is a close second. And 3 languages? I’m just happy they say “mama” just as much as they say “dada” now. I was starting to have conversations with them about how I was the one that pushed them all out, not dada.
Wine is delicious. That is all.
My couponing game is at a whole new level.
- While I have been an avid couponer and self-proclaimed budget specialist for years, I have taken it to another level now. While comparing notes with other moms, we probably pay as much for 3 babies as many pay for 1. That’s a post for another day!
I have truly humbled myself.
- Before the girls, I was a proud introvert and loner. I didn’t want people in my home. I didn’t want to socialize often, and I would definitely not ask for help. NOW?! Listen, there are times when I get home, and I have a house full of people. As long as they each are tending to a baby or helping with a chore – they can TOTALLY stay. And all of the advice people gave that would annoy the HECK out of me before, I still don’t listen to, but it doesn’t annoy me. If you’re helping, you can talk as much as you’d like.
I said all of that to say, being a mom of triplets is rewarding, exciting, tiring, frustrating, enlightening, confusing, entertaining and fun.
There is no typical day, and they test me in every way possible. Ever since they used to headbutt, kick and punch me in unison while I was carrying them, I knew they would wreak havoc in my life. What keeps me going is the gratifying thought of 1 day wreaking havoc in theirs. They better not ever try to put mommy in a home. With all the diapers I’ve changed, they should not have ANY issues changing mine.