I’ve been such a loser about posting to my own site lately, and for that, I’m sorry. But it’s been kinda hectic around here lately. Anyway, part of the hectic was the good kind — the triplets turned four! And as they opened the gifts we gave them, I couldn’t help but think of all the gifts they’ve given us. I wrote about those gifts over on my Babble Voices blog, and I hope you’ll check them out, as well as the corresponding pictures, by clicking here.
Everything’s relative. This pregnancy should be a piece of cake compared to the last one, our friends would tell us. And they were right. Because this pregnancy was much easier. No scares. No progesterone shots. No round-the-clock contraction monitoring. No hospitalized bed rest. No problems.
Even so, this pregnancy was harder to endure.
Still, everything’s relative. Taking care of just one baby will be so easy compared to taking care of three, our friends would tell us. And they were right. I mean, there’s a reason for the faint smile that creeps across my face after each successful 2 am bottle. It’s because I remember the days when I’d still have two more hungry customers waiting not-so-patiently in line.
Even so, taking care of Grand Finale has been harder than taking care of the triplets. At least that’s what I’ve found to be the case so far.