I know people think I’m weird. Or crazy. Or both. Or worse – I know some think I’m gross.
It’s OK. I’m not doing this for validation or attention or recognition for being SuperMom or SuperFreak. I didn’t sign up for a 22-month-plus (-plus-plus-plus?) breastfeeding journey. Hell, I didn’t even sign up for one month.
I’ve said before that I never set a breastfeeding goal beyond, “I’m going to try.”
Successful breastfeeding seemed like an impossible achievement considering my hormonal deficiencies. Breastfeeding triplets sounded humanly impossible. Breastfeeding premature triplets? Whoa. Triplet toddlers? ARE YOU SERIOUS?
I’ve known people who breastfed their toddlers, and while I never thought it was gross, I wondered why a mom/toddler team would still be doing that. I’d see that toddler running around being independent and wild and very much so little-adult-ish and walk away scratching my head but ultimately thinking “whatever floats your boat, lady.”
I couldn’t imagine breastfeeding one toddler let alone three. Where do you find the time and energy? Does it come in a pill you buy from Amazon.com?
Insider secret: You find the time and energy while you’re breastfeeding your toddler. A lot of babies (all three of mine included) reach a point when they need somewhere dark and quiet to nurse. That was the first step in our latest chapter.
It took us more than a month for just one of my children to successfully breastfeed (determined by pre- and post-session weights while in NICU), and they were sent home with instructions to only breastfeed once a day because they hadn’t quite gotten the hang of it at nearly three months old. We practiced daily – I tried to give each baby their own practice session, and by May or June (they were born in November with a February due date), I was finally confident that we all were on the same successful page and walked away from feeding them with bottles of pumped breastmilk, leaving those for Daddy or grandparents when they fed babies.
They’re weaning, slowly but surely. Toby no longer wakes in the middle of the night to nurse, something he did until he was about 19 months old. My triplets all want to be breastfed first thing in the morning, but only Toby and Eleanor nurse in the afternoon after their nap. The only comfort nursing that happens takes place during illnesses (which are rare) and occasional (probably 2-3 times a month) difficult night wakings.
Before I breastfed I wondered why toddler mothers still nursed their children. Now I know. I breastfeed my toddlers because they like it. I’m still going because I can’t quit based on some arbitrary number, like 12 months, when it took 6 months for the four of us to learn what we were doing together. They’ve earned the quiet, comforting time with their mama, and I’ve earned the cuddles. Benefits like immunities and nutrition are handy, but they don’t drive me like they once did.
I’m still breastfeeding my triplet toddlers because it makes us happy.
Dancer of the week! Callista's "cheese" smile kills me.
I must really hate myself, huh? I'm a glutton for child happiness & adult frustration. Wheeee!
There's a creeper elf at Grandma's house. I fielded E's questions, but the interest in minimal. Whew! I've escaped another year of creeping! Related: Have you seen the elf surveillance video that's going around? Because THAT won't cause nightmares.
The result of getting sick with 3 sick 3-year-olds on Black Friday & staying sick through "cyber week." Don't wanna.
First dermabond is a baby book milestone, right? Toby is a tough guy. Minimal tears!
I'm starting book 67 of 2013, a book recommended by NPR. (I'm short on my 75-book goal. I don't count rereads toward my annual total, but for quantity's sake, I just might break my rule. Cheating? Maybe.)
They get first dibs. #triplets
I had to return 2 library books & accidentally left with another #LibraryHaul to go with the one at home. Oops. Can we say, "addicted?" ❤️
First movie theater experience: check plus plus plus!
Tea, obviously. (I meandered into World Market on Black Friday & ended up being one of the first 100 shoppers. Free mug, huzzah!)
"Come sit on my lap, Buddy!" #triplets #BFF
Real life. My amazing juggling act falters when I'm called to cuddle my sick babies. 2/3 are on the mend, but they're flanking me while I hold the third in my lap. Spot the piles of clean laundry! The forgotten toys! The stalled ornament hanging! The tote
They're impressed with the tree lights. ✨
I found the big-kid ragamuffins wandering the Christmas tree lot, thought they'd look cute in a photo. #latergram #triplets
I might give him a hard time for his Monica Geller approach to life (rubber gloves & perfectly positioned chairs), but Rob does a great job rigging up these lights. I just wonder how creative his swears will be this year.
Jammies, juice, popcorn & movie. Welcome to our weekend. Not pictured: frequent coloring breaks, fevers, occasional vomit & countless boogie wipes.