into the mind of a crazy woman = a mother of triplets, a wife, a daughter, a sister, an aunt, a friend. Me.
Today I just tried really hard to remember how we did it, and what we did around week 1. And week 4 and 6. And week 8. And week 11. And I couldn't remember. What were the babies doing? What was I doing? What was it like?
Since this may be the only newborns we ever have (yes, I said may..) I really want to soak this time up and remember it all and by writing it down, it forces me to live in the present. Which is an effort I choose to make everyday to keep my sanity. I can't speak about one newborn, but I can on mothering three. It is chaotic, it is stressful, it is scary, it is exciting, it is never boring, it is poopy (literally), it is a room full of six eyeballs looking at you with admiration, it is sleepless nights, it is missing your husband, it is loving your husband at 3 in the morning for being by your side, it is thankful grandma loves us, it is wanting to cry and you don't have time, it is being in