Everything I read in multiples books and was told by moms of higher order multiples had something to do with organization and scheduling. We have found that in order to achieve success and not go crazy taking care of a 3 1/2 year old and one month old triplets this advice on organization is key. Every morning we gear up for the day and every evening we gear up for the next half of our shift in the middle of the night. This consists of cleaning a dozen bottles and filling them back up with pumped breastmilk. In the morning after the night shift has concluded, our bedroom where the triplets and Chris and I sleep looks like a war zone: empty bottles everywhere, washcloths saturated in spit up strewn about the floor, dresser and bed, baby clothes with spit up in piles all over the ground, breast pump accessories all over the night stand, and I could go on but I won’t. By mid morning everything has come back around to order and our daily routine is well underway. The babies are on a fairly strict schedule of feeding at 7, 10, 1, 4, 7 and 10. They wander off their schedule when they are too tired to get up in time for a feeding, which unfortunately usually happens at the first feeding of the morning — 7am. We end up getting them back on schedule either by 10 or 1.
Chris and I continue to dream about the day when the babies are sleeping in their nursery and we can have our bedroom back. Right now we do not sleep in the peace and comfort of what was formally our bedroom – we sleep in the middle of a tropical jungle where you can hear the sounds of wild parrots and other rare birds, chimpanzees, and as hard as it may be to believe, cheetas. I believe the cheetah noise is coming from our little delicate Violet while Preston is particularly good at the rare bird sounds. I have been religiously wearing my ear plugs since the second day they were home. Chris finally succombed to the noises of the jungle and is now wearing a pair of earplugs each night.
Although the 10, 1, 4 am feedings are somewhat torturous, Chris and I are managing a little better than I expected. I must say that half the time I do feedings in my sleep – I have to pump for 20 minutes while I am feeding a baby. This kind of rigorous activity at the wee hours of the morning is just inhumane but it is amazing what your body can adjust to when given no choice.
I have to say that these babies are so sweet and cuddly and enjoyable. I wanted to make sure with myself that I was able to enjoy these babies and appreciate them as tiny infants despite the work and lack of sleep, and not let this time slip away without being able to appreciate those special moments. I had such a special moment of love with Elsa last night. She was upset in her crib in the middle of the night and so I took her to bed with me and cuddled her up face to face and she just sat there with the most peaceful look on her face and in her eyes and stared at me for about 15 minutes until we both dozed off. Those are the special moments. Simple, but special. A brief moment in time but absolutely priceless.
I am determined to enjoy all these simple little moments with each of the babies despite our need to schedule and organize for the survival of us all.
For now, the mothership is signing off. . .