
Life with triplets. It’s busy. It’s harder than I’d ever imagined.
It’s three times the nappies, the washing, the cooking, the nurturing; it is three times the tantrums and three varied sleep patterns. There is no time to ‘rest when they’re sleeping’ or the wheels fall off pretty much straight after a nap. But it’s three times the love, three times the laughter and three times the hugs. So you go on, unkempt eyebrows and all.
After a natural and unexpected, yet welcome, pregnancy, I learned everything on the run. It took a while to truly believe I could raise three babies at once, especially as they were my first. But once they were born, my heart exploded with love and I managed, day by (looong) day.
A year and a half of clinging loosely to routine and staring at the same walls without falling into a heap had me dreaming of sipping piña coladas on pristine beaches under warm skies. When $400 return flights to Hawaii popped up in my news feed, I booked a family holiday before I could even say ‘toddler triplets’.
Hmmm. My babies would be almost two and there were three of them.
