Our Triplets Journey

I am regularly thinking, this must be a dream. This doesn't happen to people, not really. People have 1 baby at a time, 2 is unbelievable, but 3 is not something that should be physically be posssible. How? No really, how?? My little, simple, ordinary body, has created and grown three healthy, perfectly formed little humans. Not 1, like the majority of the female population try to do, but 3. All at the same time! And they are all here now, in all their perfection.  I often find myself looking at one of them while giving him a cuddle, and getting totally overwhelmed with emotion. They just blow my mind, they really do. These tiny, little, totally helpless, crinkly, noisy, and a lot of the time smelly, but utterly perfect and spectacularly beautiful little people make every piece of me melt into a puddle of utter overjoyed emotion.  I sometimes wake up and briefly think to myself "time to get up and do another 3 hour rotation day" and have a brief moment of "oh god, he...

Pain memory It's funny how you forget the sensation of pain. People often ask me how I'm healing and feeling. They often pull a face as they ask, indicating that I'm probably not feeling well, that my scar is likely to be really painful, and that I can tell them the truth. I keep telling people that the discomfort from the surgery is a walk in the park in comparison to the pain I was in at the end of the pregnancy. I was speaking to someone the other day about how bad my legs were in the last few days, and I found myself trying to remember the feeling of the pain in my legs, particularly during the scan. I remember the pain being excruciating and rithing around while she was examining my legs, but trying to remember the actual feeling is not so easy. My rib pain, I remember much more clearly. I think its because I had it with both pregnancies and it felt like bad bruising and pressure, so a recognisable pain. It just got me thinking about pain memory as it's nothing I h...

Jack was asked by a friend "how are your baby brothers Jack?". And he replied "all the same".  Our babies are really starting to change now. Robin is feeling like a full term baby, and is starting to act like one too. He is feeling SO much sturdier now, lifting his head much more and really becoming alert, spending a lot more time awake, looking around and practicing moving his arms and hands around. It's wonderful to see these changes. Will and Sam are also getting chunkier and they have both filled out in their faces, started getting neck fat, an extra chin each, and even their thighs are less twig like now. Robins thighs are starting to develop creases where leg rolls will hopefully appear down the line. Will and Sam are a lot more alert and looking around and focusing on people and objects a lot more too. It has felt like a lot of development in the past week with them. At night I keep them up in the lounge with me if they are awake. Its a bit too dangerous ...

We are 2 and a half weeks post-partum now and  I can't believe how quickly I seem to be recovering. I am barely taking painkillers, and when I do, it's for headaches and the sensitivity on my tummy where I've been doing the jabs. Rarely for the pain from the massive scar on my belly.  I need to give myself a daily injection of a blood thinner. It's really unpleasant but fine. A couple of days after getting home, we went for a little walk and I was wearing some maternity trousers which sat very loosely on my scar. I didn't think it aggravated it but I started to notice my tummy was feeling quite tender. The swelling around the scar is still pretty numb, but above it was sore. I realised it could be the injections. I had been told I needed to do the jab in quite a specific area. About 2 inches below and to the left or right of my belly button. It is all of that section of my tummy that is sore. It sort of stings if anything is pressing on it. I asked my midwife when s...

We want to say the biggest thank you to everybody. We have been inundated with gifts, cards, meals, treats, text messages, Facebook messages, even money. It's been overwhelming and we simply haven't had the time to respond to everybody. My phone sits on silent most of the time, and when I get to it, when I finally sit down, (not for a nap), there are often dozens, if not more, messages to read and phone calls to respond to. I am loving reading them all, but I often just click love to them rather than send a reply, simply because I am going to be up again in a few minutes to get something ready again. Or, go to sleep of course. It took us days to get around to opening all of the cards and presents that had arrived while we were in hospital. First of all, who sent this? It came with no clue who it was from, direct from Etsy. We are stumped, and frankly, it's hilarious and the sender deserves a round of applause! Absolutely stunning hand made blankets from James's mums nei...

I was starting to feel like part of the furniture at the hospital. I was getting to know the staff and life was ticking by at 3 hour intervals.  All of the babies seemed to pick up the pace after Robin and Sam had their tubes fitted. It was like they all knew the score. Feed, keep it down, rest and gain weight. Not much to ask of preterm babies, surely!  On night 1 of the tubes, when I got up for the midnight feed, I looked at my beautiful, swaddled babies. Somehow, Sam had managed to get his tube out. His arms were swaddled so I have no idea how he had managed it. Lots of head rubbing on the mattress probably. It had clearly irritated him from the start, I just hoped they wouldn't be putting it back in again. Thankfully they didn't.  We had a handful of feeds where we topped Robin up as he was falling asleep. The advise was to not allow a feed to take more than 20 minutes. We would just cut the feed at 20 minutes and top him up. It massively took the pressure off. We ext...