Now that the triplets turned four months old yesterday, we've been raising these kids for a whole year. We figure that four months with triplets is the equivalent of 12 months with a single child. While some might question this math, the number feels very real to us. While we know that there is still much for us to learn and experience, we are proud of how far we've made it.
There have been obstacles along the way: Arthur's staph infection, Betty's current sickness, the girls' nightly scream-fest, their apparent water allergy, Erin's PPD, figuring out how to feed three hungry babies at once, endless breast milk vs. formula debates, and now dealing with Erin's return to work.
However, each of these were tempered by great moments: Arthur learning how to roll over, the triplets falling asleep in their cribs, the first laughs and gurgles, their impressive weight gain, figuring out a schedule that works, and Betty and Coraline sleeping the occasional 11 or 12 hours at a time.
But still, the four months feel like a whole year, and at times this daycare feels (and sounds) like a jungle. If you don't believe me, ask the triplets: