It’s the last of many. The last blog I’ll probably get around to writing before the babies arrive. The last time Pat and I will go out for a meal without 3 babies with us or at home waiting. The last time we will have a weekend just to ourselves.
Is this me being selfish? Am I really ready for what’s ahead? Or is this completely normal? Does every person about to become a parent feel this way?
When I wrote my first blog I remember feeling so many mixed emotions. I was overwhelmed, scared, relieved I could actually get pregnant, excited and even a bit numb. Although time seemed to heal some of those feelings and allow us to get our head around what was ahead.
Having said that, they seem to be back in full force. Whilst I’m so excited, I’m also terrified. I’m sure every parent would go through this feeling, whether they have 1 or 10 children. We’ve have many last times of something but we’re also experiencing something for the very first time. Parenting. We will now be purely responsible for 3 little humans. We won’t be able to give them back at the end of the day, or quit when we’ve had enough. It’s completely up to us. Although that’s a bit scary, it’s also pretty bloody amazing.
Now it’s time to have a first. Whatever this next chapter brings us, it will be a first time of many experiences. I’m ok we won’t be able to go out for a meal or have a weekend away in peace. This is bigger than that. We’re ready as we will ever be. It’s going to be the hardest yet most rewarding job we’ll ever do.
We have a scan next Thursday which will be at 33 weeks and 4 days. The scan will tell how they’re growing and when we are going to have these little babies. I’m hoping to hold on until past 34 weeks…fingers are crossed.
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I’m currently 31 weeks pregnant and the count down is on. I had a scan last Thursday and all 3 babies seem to be growing beautifully. Triplet 1 is engaged and weighing approximately 1.5kg, triplet 2 is our biggest coming in at 1.7kg and triplet 3 with the most room is almost 1.5kg. They are thinking I might make it for another 3 weeks….if I’m good and rest of course.
I’m not sure what it’s like to be pregnant with 1 or 2 for that matter, but the third trimester is a whole new ball game with 3 on board. I didn’t realise how much my body would change and how amazing it seems to cope supplying for four, including myself. Although having said that, I have never been to the doctor as much as I have now that I’m pregnant. The start of this trimester I got a chest infection and just last week I got an eye infection (yep, really good look). Luckily antibiotics have cleared up both infections in no time at all.
I am seriously overwhelmed with the generosity of our friends and family. Just last week, a friend who recently had a beautiful baby boy posted all his little clothes from Sydney, costing them an absolute fortune. My family have supplied us with their maternity clothes, old toys and extra baby clothes. I know I keep saying this but we are truly blessed to have such amazing people in our lives.
I stil have no idea what the sex of the babies are, our final names and when they might come. I am thinking we should have a sweep with our friends. Do you have any ideas???
So the next couple of weeks is just a waiting game. I have my bag packed ready and the freezer stocked with ready made meals for when we are travelling back and forth from hospital. I’m actually starting to get excited. Just yesterday I was sitting in bed and had a thought that in no time at all we will have 3 little bundles surrounding us. Until next time xxx
Negative: For the first part of this pregnancy I have felt as though the world was sort of against us. Firstly with the difficulty of falling pregnant and then to be pregnant with triplets which increases the risks for almost everything. I won’t have a normal pregnancy, I won’t be able to deliver the babies naturally and who knows how I will go with breast feeding. It says it all in people’s reaction when you tell them you’re pregnant with triplets. It’s not always a “congratulations”. It more like a stunned look, followed by “wow, how will you cope”. A reaction I probably would have given if I found out someone I knew was having triplets.
Positive: Our neighbors put it perfectly – ‘you’ve been chosen…you’ve got this’. Still one of the best reactions we’ve got. Instead of looking at this as a negative, it’s a massive plus to be having triplets. Firstly I could only be pregnant once in my life (boom), we will just need to nail each stage instead of trying to manage 3 separate stages (e.g. A newborn, a 2 year old and a school aged kid), only 1 maternity leave needed, they will always have mates, they will know how to share…etc etc. Now who doesn’t want to have triplets?
Negative: Whilst I have come to the realisation it’s not all bad with having these babies, we have been hit with some horrible news in the past couple of weeks. Firstly I went to farewell my granny on a Tuesday. I delivered part of the eulogy and I don’t know if it was my hormones or the memories of my beautiful granny flashing back to me, but I could barely get the words out through my tears. My dad came up to support me whilst I spoke about his mother. Although she had a great innings and an amazing life, I was sad she couldn’t meet the triple threat. That bad news was closely followed by a tragedy and another farewell on the Thursday. A close friend of ours was taken at age 28 by mental illness. I don’t really know how to best describe her as she was just stunning in every way. The one you turn your head at when she walks into a room I guess that would be a start. Something that just shouldn’t have happened.
Positive: Pat and I lived in Western Australia for just under 3 years. We had a great time and met some truly amazing people. A friend from the west was travelling to Queensland for work and she managed to change her flight to stay an extra night so we could catch up. Meanwhile little did I know another friend had organised with Pat to fly over for one night and leave her 8 month old for the first time. Not only is that an expensive flight but also a fairly long and annoying one. I could barely believe my eyes when I saw her. We just spent the weekend with each other catching up. It made me realise how lucky and blessed we truly are. While we were in Western Australia the majority of our close friends visited us from Brisbane. It made me realise how lucky and blessed I am to have such amazing people in my life both close and far away.
It’s so easy to get caught up in everyday life and to dwell on the small stuff. But if this journey has taught me anything is that we are truly blessed. Out of every negative there seems to be some shining light. I could spend my nights worrying about these 3 little bundles, but instead I’m growing more and more excited to get to know them, what their personality is like and how much they will complete our little family. We don’t have a big house or every toy. But we have some great, great people in our lives that will fill them up with a lot more joy.
My gorgeous friends from Perth on each side of me.
I’m nearly 19 weeks. I’m over half way. OMG!! We have been advised to have everything fairly well organised by week 24 (that’s 5 weeks away). This is for 2 reasons. I’m doubling in size weekly and we don’t know when these little ones will come out to meet us. So to get us started we attended 2 information evenings, hosted by the Brisbane North Multiple Birth Association. They were great – although both the facilitators and all other expecting parents were there for twins. Apparently it’s a bit different for triplets. They were lovely enough to ring around and find a triplet mother and father willing to give up their Thursday night to come and have a chat to us in the break. Funnily enough, we knew the triplet parents. She was my boarding supervisor when I was at school. I couldn’t believe how small this world actually was.
Whilst we learnt about preparing for giving birth, premmie babies, equipment, and routine in the information sessions, the triplet parents were worth their weight in GOLD. Honestly amazing. They actually took the concepts and told us how it actually happens in real life. From what prams and car seat (and cars) we need to get, their real routine, help, breast feeding and even the benefits. It was incredibly helpful and if there are any triplet parents expecting out there….find someone who has had triplets.
In the past few weeks we have started sorting ourselves for our quick countdown. We have had my amazing parents come down to install a dishwasher, pantry and linen cupboard. And let me tell you, the dishwasher has changed our lives! We have had my gorgeous father in law and Patty pick up a chest of draws, 3 cots and a change table (all for $90). So now we just have to organise it all. It’s hard to believe the babies aren’t likely to come home until Christmas and we’re doing this now.
Where has that time gone?! Since the 12 week scan my whole mind set seems to have changed and I’m feeling amazing. I’m enjoying my walking with Patty and Louie our puppy dog. Looking back, I can only really see now how terrible I felt (hung-over feeling/ tired etc.) and that it took me the first trimester to be ok with ‘the triple threat’. Now I’m ok…and actually excited. I wonder what their personalities will be like, what they will look like and of course the sexes, which we are keeping a surprise.
This photo is of me (in black) at 19 weeks and friend of mine who is 28 weeks. I hope you’re enjoying these updates…I’m enjoying writing them x
The 12 week scan changed everything. At this point it became so much more than a concept or an idea. It’s no longer about me. It’s about these little humans growing inside of me.
We had been continually told to prepare ourselves for losing 1, 2 or all 3 of the babies in the first trimester. But we didn’t. The 12 week scan was so much more than identifying if any of the babies had down syndrome, it was about seeing if this pregnancy was actually real. And it is, they were all there and doing so incredibly well. We saw so much more than the black hole and hearing the heart beats which we had previously seen and heard in the 4 and 8 week scans. We saw whole humans in there…and 3 of them. They were all stacked neatly on top of each other with the bottom two sucking their thumbs and the top triplet sucking his/her fingers. We saw legs, arms, hearts, kidney’s, heads…everything you expect to see at 12 weeks. It was truly incredible.
We were told that if I was to carry triplets, we’ve given them the perfect combination. This meaning that the triplets were all fraternal, living in their own sacks with their own food supply. Our risk of various things going wrong had dramatically reduced. Although our risk hadn’t disappeared completely, it was considerably lowered. These words out of the doctors mouth was exactly what we needed to hear. The weight which we had been carrying around for the first 3 months had been lifted.
From this point it didn’t matter if I couldn’t go on my runs. It didn’t matter if I couldn’t drink alcohol at the numerous weddings, hen parties, engagement parties and birthday parties we had (including Pat’s 30th). It didn’t even matter if I wanted that coffee (or 2) a day. All that mattered was that these 3 little darlings could grow, develop and were given the best chance at life.
On reflection, I was completely selfish in the first trimester. I was sort of in denial that no matter what I did, they wouldn’t be able to survive, so I thought I may as well just carry on with my life. The stats scared me. So if I wanted a wine I had one. If I wanted to go for a 10km run, I did. If I wanted to coffee, I most definitely didn’t deprive myself of it. Now everything has changed. I wouldn’t dream of doing anything that could possibly damage or hurt these babies. They were real and ours and we are completely responsible for them. So if they want a chocolate chip cookie…they get one 🙂
Now it’s great. Whilst I’m growing quickly, I feel great. I’m not always hungry or wanting to vomit or even that tired. I’m now at 17 weeks and things are most definitely looking up…I’ll fill you in on the last 5 week in the next blog.
Sorry I’ve been a snowed under and haven’t had a chance to write my next post…until now.
Here is a photo from week 14…
At the beginning it wasn’t so bad. It was actually good. When I put my ‘morning sickness’ aside and soreness, it was actually great. Finally my A cup had upgraded to a C cup (which is big for me) in a matter of weeks…and without any surgery. Happy days!! Unfortunately it didn’t last too long. I now look down (week 16) and my belly has overtaken my boobs. But that’s just the beginning of all the changes.
I honestly have to take my hat off to every mother/ pregnant lady out there. I am not made for this stuff. I’m also a glass half full kinda girl, but this stuff is hard. My boobs are bigger, but that’s about the only positive I’ve come across so far. I’m tired, hungry, sore, sick, getting fat, can’t exercise and just over really talking about it all the time (ironic really while I’m writing this blog). I didn’t expect it to be. I actually thought I would love being pregnant.
One of the hardest changes I had to take on board was the exercise…or lack thereof. Everyone who knows me probably considers me a little obsessed with my exercise. I love all the high impact/ vigorous exercise such as boxing and running and with a bit of yoga or walking on the side. I guess I just loved moving my body and pushing it to its limits. I have now had 3 professional opinions telling me I can only walk and do other low impact exercises (excluding yoga). So not only am I getting fatter and wanting to eat more, I can’t really counter balance that with much exercise. If I was pregnant with one, would it be the same? Probably not, I hear of loads of people running right up until their final trimester if they were previously a runner. But because I’m high risk and carrying 3…I am almost bed bound.
I often wonder that the only reason I’m tired is because I’m not exercising. Apparently not as it comes with the pregnancy territory. I guess I do have three sucking the life out of me. I wasn’t one of these ‘tired’ type of people. I woke early and went to bed early, but didn’t often feel too tired. Now I’m that rude lady in the corner yarning all the time. It’s uncontrollable. And when people ask how you are…I respond ‘tired’. Ekk who have I become.
It doesn’t stop there. Where did that saying “You’re glowing” come from?? How can I be glowing when I’m tired and breaking out in pimples/ red rash? I never use to wear make up to work, now it’s added into my daily routine of applying makeup. The only time I don’t really wear it is when I’m with my friends and family and I’m needing to ‘air’ out my skin for a few hours.
So I’m frustrated with not exercising, I’m tired and I have to wear makeup every day to cover up my horrible skin. But I also know this is temporary and for something much greater than selfish little me. Mums not only give up their body for 9 months, but they are completely dedicated to ensuing these little ones have the best start to life. For those considering getting pregnant, make sure you’re aware of what is really going to happen (obviously everyone is different so this may not apply to all). I am now…so ready for this. I often stop to rub my belly and have a little chat to the triple threat to see how they are going. Although this is all not what I expected, I know it’s going to be the greatest thing Pat and I ever do.