Three times the adventure
My name is Aly, I am a 30-year-old, stay-at-home mommy to almost 3-year-old triplet boys, Breck, Finn and Reid. To say our life is crazy would be a huge understatement. From the day these three little guys entered our life, we have been on this incredible adventure where they are teaching us every single day what life and love are all about. And I can’t imagine our life without them … crazy or not!
My husband Barett and I tried for three years to have a successful pregnancy, and after three miscarriages, some very expensive fertility doctor’s appointments and an endometriosis diagnosis, we were finally blessed with THREE babies. It was very scary and overwhelming those first couple of weeks after we found out we were having triplets, but being the eternal optimist that I am I knew that everything would be fine. It would be what God had planned for us all along.
There have been many people, strangers in fact, who make negative comments to us such as “I feel sorry for you” or “I’m glad it’s you and not me.” Even when I was pregnant, people told us “they will all three cry at the same time.” It really astounded me that complete strangers would have such negative things to say about such a blessing. I’ve never heard people tell women pregnant with just one child that they feel sorry for them or their child would cry, whine, misbehave, etc. It’s always a celebrated, joyous time, and I felt it should be the same for us, even more so because we were having three babies. I decided then not to let anyone scare me or impact my positive thinking vibes. We would be the ones to determine how easy or hard life with three babies would be, and we looked forward to every second of it. As it turns out, God chose to bless us with the best little boys in the world.
The old saying “good things come in threes” would ring true time and time again. We got to welcome three crying newborn babies in a delivery room, admire three sets of itty bitty stamped footprints, and we experience three times the hugs, kisses, cuddles and love on a daily basis. We are a living testament to the whole “nature vs. nurture” debate. In our household, at this moment, nature is winning hands down.
Our three little guys are so uniquely different and they were absolutely born that way. Our “first born” Breck, the oldest by two minutes, has the most meek and mild voice, but his actions scream tough and aggressive. Finn, the “middle child” was dubbed feisty Finn by the NICU nurses, and he has held true to that nickname to this day. He has an oh-so-soft and sweet side, though, especially for his mommy. And the “baby” Reid is the smallest of the trio, but he makes up for that with his bossy attitude and matter-of-fact statements. These three guys have a way of making us want to scream and pull our hair out one minute and be in hysterical fits of laughter the next. I look forward to sharing the funny, chaotic, heartwarming details of our daily life on this blog.
Our adventure so far has certainly had its ups and downs, but we choose to focus on the ups. Children have a great way of reminding you what really matters at the end of the day. It’s not such a huge deal that there are crumbs scattered from the front door all the way to the back door, or that there are toys in every corner of every room, and stickiness can be felt on almost every surface of the house. When these three little guys hug each other before getting into bed and say to one another “love you ‘round the world,” my heart melts and it makes everything worthwhile.
“There are two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle” – Albert Einstein