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.
Dragon or dinosaur? If it's a dinosaur, what kind? Dr. Ross Geller would know. Or maybe Charlie Weasley.
My lap is a reading nook. My chin is a footrest. Love is crazy.
Rapture! (Or bath time.)
I hit the flat greenway for my new shoes' inaugural 2 miles. My first mile was 9:57!
Happy canker work season, Charlotte.
I ran somewhere new today - the wicked hilly trails at Reedy Creek. Well, I "ran." The hills kicked my butt!
Happy group play without arguments or territory invasion - lasted approx. 6 minutes. #triplets
My body goals for 6 months of pregnancy & 2.5 years of #breastfeeding (when my 1st weaned) were focused on providing for my #triplets. Eating enough wasn't easy, so I didn't start scaling back or exercising until they were close to 2.5 years old. A year l
"I just want a leeeetle tiiiiiny piece of toast. Like this." The 3 y/o appetite is requesting a crumb.
OH, YEAH. You want summa dis? It's Alton Brown's Brussels sprouts wit pecans & cranberries. We'll see if Callista sings her #brusselsfroutsallday song. I know I am!
A penny per ride is a steal, but x3 means spending a long time hanging out in front of Harris Teeter. Good news, @baballance, ETC can now spell H-A-R-R-Y!
Yes, it's a gym selfie. Why? Because I'm celebrating! We started our 7-day trial at the Y today. ETC had a great time, & I ... Did things. 1.5 mi (half-assed, waiting for a problem with ETC) on the treadmill at the end of Gilmore Girls, then I investigate
Boom. 2 miles. Just me, my taser/flashlight, & the night/springtime creatures.
The greenway is getting GREEN! Yay, Spring!
Wishes! ✨ #tripletmom
It's a gloomy, rainy day outside, but it's bright & cheerful in the rec center!
I asked ETC to stop chasing each other & wait by the door so no one got hurt & we could FINALLY leave the house. This was how they interpreted my direction. Goofballs.
I need a new makeup bag, but I am 1. a terrible packer & 2. clueless to most things in the beauty world. This is my regular lineup. What kind of bag/container should I get?
ETC requested strawberry pancakes like Daniel Tiger has. It's been a loooong time since I made pancakes. The waffle iron is more forgiving of a shaky, uncoordinated hand.
My husband has a slight obsession with flashlights. Like, he refuses to count how many he has. I don't even know where he keeps them. ANYWAY. Today, he came home all giddy-like & presented me with a gift: a small pink flashlight. But wait! There's more. I