As a hard-worked, sleep-deprived and occasionally world-weary parent of triplets, it still amazes me how easy this all is. Don’t get me wrong, it’s ridiculously insanely difficult. But, paradoxically, it’s easy. Even at four in the morning when you’re invoking supernatural powers hoping to trade your soul for just 30 seconds more sleep, it’s easy. And at five in the morning when you’ve spent an hour trying to sleep-walk three babies back to sleep, it’s easy. Continue reading → Triplets are difficult? Not really.
I think randomness often brings pretty freaky coincidences in our lives. One of them is this TV show, This is Us. It started airing in September 2016 and I was hooked from the beginning. Continue reading → This is us
Once you become a mum, particularly of multiples, other mothers suddenly decide to share how much of a struggle the first months and years have been for them. They all come clean about the lack of sleep, the difficulties getting along with their significant others, how horrible their kid was about this or that, how the newborn phase sucked donkey’s arse. They do so because they understand that if they had such a hard time, I must be going INSANE. They are correct 🙂 Continue reading → The secret
So after my anguished posts from the past days, and after one good night sleep (and by that I mean at least 5 hours of uninterrupted sleep for me… Not counting a dreamfeed lol) all seems a lot clearer in my head. Continue reading → Perspective (or lack of)
I’m finding myself under a lot of pressure to perform as a mum. In Belgium, babies are followed medically quite closely by the state so one gets to go to free consults with paediatricians who basically weight, measure and check your babies’ progress. This means we have our regular paediatrician (Regped), the state paediatrician (Stateped) and the neonatal paediatrician (Neoped) that see my girls regularly. As a consequence, we get enormous amounts of input by professionals which are sometimes at odds with each other. Continue reading → Under pressure
As I type this, the girls are all peacefully sleeping in their cots. It’s 7.40pm, rain noise and ewan the sheep sounding in the background. I have little faith this will last but I’m desperately hopeful at the same time.