The tinies are home…. and so it begins

I am writing this retrospectively, funnily enough, I didn’t find I had a lot of time when they girls were small. So I may struggle to accurately remember things from that sleep deprived period.

One thing that springs to mind was the iron that the girls had to take. It made one of our triplets really struggle to poo. In turn that caused her to cry (a lot, and she had a really awful high pitched cry that cut through you like a tiny chainsaw), she also got a hernia ☹️

Neither the GP, me the HV could give us advice about this. So every day we rubbed her tummy, bicycled her legs and generally tried to ‘encourage’ things. However, one night we decided to have a curry night, yum yum in my tum.

Through my milk the curry took almost immediate effect on her bum. What a relief, for her and us.

However, there was also an effect on her sister whose nickname is Mitty. After after she projectile pooed on HM Hubbie, not once but twice, he coined a new nickname- it rhymes with Mitty, so you can probably imagine what what it was.

 

 

 

 

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One month in

After a ‘busy’ month of moving to not one, but two hospitals, as the levels of care became lower, we then spent another few weeks concentrating on skin to skin and getting the girls onto the boob. Without family  it would have been impossible – I was unable to drive for 6 weeks because of the surgery. Mum’s and my sister kindly drove me in and waited around all day with me. Yawn fest for them!

Just learning how to handle such tiny babies, manage all the wires and monitors and take them out of their incubators was a mission in itself.

I’ll be honest here-   if I hadn’t needed to take milk in every day and give skin to skin then I could have easily left my little people in hospital. Sorry if that’s upsetting to you, but it’s how I felt at the time. I was shocked that bonding didn’t just happen.  Later I thought that being told at each scan that there was a new worry may have contributed. Guess I was trying not to get too attached to the growing babies. Even when they were born I was scared at how tiny and fragile they were.

Spending every day day at the hospital and every night expressing milk was exhausting.  Despite struggling to bond we were looking forward to getting everyone home as soon as we could, I thought I’d get more sleep when they came home!!!

My husband often referred to this time as being like having a horse in full livery stabling. They were looked after, but they weren’t really ours.

Our older son worried right up til the day we all came home, that night was the first time in months that he slept the full night through.

At last the family was together.