Word of warning to all. Never go away with a young baby and hope they’ll keep to a reasonable routine. Add another two babies to that and all I can say is HELL!
Week one down and nope this is not fun. Constant crying, no sleep at night, teething babies… I could go on but won’t. I’m in the middle of a nightmare. Our beautiful simple routine has been swallowed up and spat out in Costa chaos! I’m currently sitting outside my triplets holiday bedroom trying to ‘cry it out’ with three highly strung, wired babies. This is not what I signed up for.
It’s not their fault at all. I feel like the biggest idiot thinking this would be a great break for us all. Nope!! Wrong there!!!!
This is single mother hell.
On the plus side my two year old is having the time of his life. Loves the water. Loves the sunshine. Best holiday ever – for him!
Us four ladies are being slowly tortured.
This week my new nanny started and I feel a bit lost! I get such a kick out of spending time with my son and the fact I can’t at the moment is breaking my heart! I have another 13/14 weeks to go and it can’t go fast enough. I am really looking forward to being able to play chase, get down on the ground and play with his toys, carry him upstairs without running out of breadth! It’s the simple things in life!
However, despite how I feel about it – she is the Mary Poppins of modern day and I am blessed! She is a lovely girl and I know we will all get on great. My son seems to have taken a shine to her already – so I have no doubt that this will be very successful. When you have to sacrifice time with your son so that you can rest it is reassuring to know he is in safe hands.
But children are amazing at expressing themselves and this morning I noticed a lot of whining. He only does this with me – which made me realise that actually this is his way of expressing his annoyance at the lack of time we are spending together. This, I am sure, is a talent that will only perfect even more over time. As he gets older I have no doubt that this is one habit he won’t grow out of.
Had a wonderful moment yesterday when he walked for the first time – oh what a joy! It’s such a monumental step in a child’s progression and to be honoured with the first time he did it is such a gift. At 13 months this is still quite young so don’t expect any marathons to be run anytime soon.
Had a doctor’s appointment this week and all is going great. They babies are each measuring well and they estimate the weight at nearly a pound per baby – which is wonderful! Still struggling with ferocious tiredness and would love a burst of energy but that is minor when I think about the miracle of my three little ones. We discussed the due date again and now he is saying it will definitely be before 34 weeks. I’m happy to have a date in mind now and hopefully it will fly in. Have another 4-6 weeks in work and then I’m off with my feet firmly in the air. I generally like to keep busy but at the moment a couch and some pillows under my feet sounds like a lovely idea!
There are plenty of mothers out there who will have gone through the trauma of a child with chicken pox. The sleepless nights, the cries, the grumpy child and the itching are only the start of it. It is a week I never want to repeat. Oh sweet Jesus! And of course, pregnancy fatigue and nausea combined with chicken pox meant a very long week! My poor son got a bad dose and welts started appearing all over his body. He still has the scabs as a result but my gagging while applying the cream to the blistered back was sight to behold. Neither of us were in a fit state for the week and especially in the middle of the night when he was in most pain. But I have a few words of wisdom following my experience and thought I would share them. The first is – DO NOT give Phenergan or Dozol. They caused even more heartache as my lovely happy baby turned into a possessed child from the exorcist! He went hyper – I only gave very small doses of these drugs but the effect was extraordinary. No sleep or broken sleep for an hour or so and then more hyperactivity. Keep it simple and stick with paracetamol. Cool baths are great – the heat just aggravates the skin even more and don’t use any soap or bath solutions. Add a stocking or mesh full of oats to the water. Oat milk is an old wives tale but really does work to help calm the skin. Another great product is PoxClin. This saved us! Instead of old fashioned camomile cream this creates a barrier over the chicken pox and helps them heal.
So a busy week but my sanity was rescued when my very kind mother took my miserable little boy for a couple of nights. This meant sleep!!!! For the first time in a very long time I got to sleep! Apart from the week from hell I have been suffering from insomnia. This is a cruel side effect of pregnancy. I have run through the full archive of BBC Desert Island Discs (practically) and tried all sorts of relaxing techniques. Some of them work, some of the time. The worst words of wisdom I have got so far is ‘this is nature’s way of preparing you for when the baby arrives’ always followed with a little chuckle to themselves. Really?! 9 months of no sleep is going to help?! Anyway, my saint of a mother took my son and I feel rejuvenated.
It is so true – accept all help that is offered. Parenting is tough, so sometimes you need a little break to catch your breath. But the most wonderful part of this week was being reunited with my beautiful boy. Now fully recovered, he is back to his happy self and last night we both slept soundly until the alarm woke us up this morning.
Next week, I get to have another big scan to see how the triplets are doing. I can’t wait! I know you get plenty of side effects to remind you – yes you are pregnant! And a belly that is ever expanding! But for some reason until I see them on the screen in the ultra-sound room, I never fully believe its happening to me. Will keep you posted…….
There is nothing more magical than a baby scan. And when you have three babies growing inside you it makes it triple the fun! Three perfect little hearts beating away and three perfect little bodies kicking away. I’m nearly 11 weeks pregnant with my triplets and even though it’s early, I can already feel them moving. It’s like little pops in my lower tummy. I asked the doctor it this is possible – appearantly yes because I have already been pregnant.
Thank god for the joy of a baby scan to keep you going! As this week I have really needed something to keep me going. It can get a bit overwhelming at times. The unbelievable tiredness, constant sea sickness and sleepless nights. On top of that the guilt that I can’t spend energetic time with my little son. He needs lots of activity and I’m like a mopey teenager lounging on the couch! I hate guilt – I know it’s a mothers curse and no matter what will be I will always want to do better for my children.
At least I know this is only temporary, 20 weeks to go – nothing in a lifetime!
My mother bears the brunt of my moans and even though she says I’m doing great, I can’t help but think it must be torture listening to me!
A couple of weeks ago my family decided that I was a problem to fix and the solution – sell my house! Now that’s stress! Trying to move, start a new job, be a single parent AND be pregnant with triplets!!!! Needless to say I decided to put a hault on it. Although they are absolutely right – a move is very necessary for many reasons not just space but financially (live in an old house – bit of a money pit). I can’t do everything. I know I’m sometimes Wonder Woman but now is not the time! Unfortunately, this was taken up as I just needed another push! So next minute the property man was at my door telling me the sign is ready to go up! So I did what any strong independent woman would do – I called my mum!!!
So babies are thriving, work is going great and Red is just amazing. He said choo choo today – Mensa child!!!!! Enough to be very grateful for! No more about the moans (for the moment).