I would like to introduce you to Jen of Buried With Children-she is one of my MUST reads.
She has four kids-three of whom, well they were born the same day, yes triplets! She writes about what life is like with triplets and funny every day life stuff. I love the videos she makes and I truly enjoy reading every post she writes. So after reading her awesome guest post, definitely head over to her blog and check it out, you won't be disappointed.
Just a Normal Outing when Triplets are Involved.
Oh my bleep diddy bleep bleep bleep triplets!
Those were pretty much my first thoughts when I found out that I was having triplets. To put it mildly, it pretty freaking crazy.
But the triplets came and we survived, still are. How? Not really sure but it involves a great sense of humor, coffee (lots of coffee) and wine.
One of the ways that I kept my sanity was by figuring out a way to get myself, my triplets and my two year old son out of the house. I would try and do this weekly, if for nothing else to give my oldest son a chance to run around and jump on things that didn't include our living room couch or a baby.
What I would usually do was go and meet my sister at the mall.
I had two double strollers, two babies in one, my oldest son and another baby in another one then she would have one and I would have one and off we would go. Just walking the mall.
It really was a great out. I was able to clear my head and have adult conversation. Win. Win.
But there was one problem to going out, it was always over a feeding time.
We would stop our little stroller train at a play area, let Hayden (my oldest) play and my sister and I would begin the process of making bottles and feeding each baby. I was actually happy for my sister's help because with two of us feeding it would go faster.
Things would be going along fine but because we were out with triplets and a two year old and just plain old tempting the fates something would happen. Something would always happen.
On this particular time, I was sitting in a chair holding baby Jake upright and burping him while with my other foot I was rocking the stroller to quiet an annoyed baby Quinn.
Suddenly, my rhythmic tapping on Jake's back was interrupted by a very loud SPLAT!
I quickly turned my head to see that Jake had not only burped but decided to purge the contents of his stomach, aka a 6oz bottle, onto the floor.
My sister and I looked at each other and without a word, we both knew that we needed to run. She went to gather Hayden as I tucked babies into seats and like a flash, we were gone.
As we walked out of site, I noticed someone sorta slip in the baby vomit pile and did the only thing I could, I yelled,
"CLEAN UP CREW NEEDED BY MALL PLAY AREA!"
What I have triplets what more do you want from me?