About Me
During an ultrasound to confirm my pregnancy, my doctor scanned the area and said, “I think we’ve hit the jackpot here! I see, two and something else.” To which I replied, “Dear God, let it be a tumor.”
Having triplets completely changed my life.
I am sure you are all nodding your heads in agreement and saying, “Well duh!” What I mean is that I was changed as a person as a whole. At 26 weeks pregnant, I was admitted to the hospital on strict bed-rest with hopes to extend my pregnancy as long as possible.
I was suddenly ripped away from my husband, my toddler, my job and my home. Everything that I thought made me me. All for these unborn babies that I really didn’t know. I had to relay on an inner strength that I didn’t know I had to make it through.
I did what needed to be done and I became, essentially, a human incubator with the one goal of getting my babies big and healthy.
During this time, I began to write in order to help me process what was going on. I wrote about my feelings about having triplets. I wrote letters to Hayden (my toddler at the time). I wrote letters to myself and to God but mostly I just wrote.
At first it was in a private journal but then when family and friends wanted a place to go to to see what was happening with me and the triplets, my writing moved to this blog.
Then I just wrote quick updates but soon this became a place for me to tell my stories.
I have always been a story teller. Growing up, I made up stories and told them to my sister each night before she fell asleep. It just comes naturally to me. My stories just sometimes spill out before I know how or what is happening.
Being a parent is hard. Hell, it is the most difficult thing that I have ever done and makes bringing a person back to life, which I do as an ICU nurse, look like a walk in the park.
I have no idea what I am doing. My children are wild and crazy and I am greatly out numbered but I get up every day just do it and hope that I don’t create too deep of emotional scars in my kids and add money to their ‘therapy fund’ in case I do.
This blog is about me and my life with triplets and their big brother. I feel ‘buried in children’ most days but some how I manage to find the funny in life because if I am not laughing then I am crying. And I am an ugly crier.
My hope is that through my words, other parents will know that they are not alone. Sure finding your couch covered in poop is awful but if through telling the story, I can make someone laugh then the hours spent scrubbing were worth it. And if someone can relate to the guilt of having my son say, “Mommy, you are so mean and your yelling hurts my ears then let’s commiserate together.
Or get drunk… possibly both.
