A Mumsy's of Multiples Best Friend

One of the very first people to give me actual triplet baby advice was one of my nurses from the labor and delivery floor at Schumpert where I delivered.

At the time, the advice seemed a bit, well, dated. After all, I had just given birth and had yet to even meet my tiny trio…Very tiny trio, actually.

I suppose that’s why I filed it in the furthest most depths of my very oxygen deprived mind, never to surface again until one day…

As you all know, we have been in the process of moving for the past three weeks. I know what you’re probably thinking. How can it possibly take anyone that long to move?

Well, as it just so happens, husband is working full-time and has two different shows that he is also working on in his spare time. Oh, and did I mention that I have triplets?

I also have a twelve-year-old too, but he spent this past weekend at Six Flags with his best friend. (What sort of mum would I be if I had said no?)

Basically, knowing all of this (save for the Six Flags trip which was nearly spontaneous,) I had started packing up the old house as soon as I knew we were moving into the new one.

I packed up EVERYTHING that wasn’t being used and some things that were. For the past three weeks we have had a lot of fast-food and eaten off of many a paper plate!

Everyday, once my eldest got home from school, I would start taking things over to the new house.

Every night after the babies were fed and put to bed and all was quiet, I would run over and unpack what I had moved earlier that day. When my husband would get home from rehearsal, he would also take loads over, too.

As you can see, this went very, very VERY slowly as necessity dictated that I attempt to clean and pack while quieting fighting babies who had become much to big to share one extra-huge, much- extended play-yard.

When the weekend came for my sisters-in-law to help us move the big stuff (furniture and such,) they were actually very surprised at just how much we had managed to move already.

At this point, I was still keeping the babies at the old house, safe in their play-yard so that they wouldn’t be accidentally trampled by everyone trying to move the large furniture.

Then the day came, our official moving day, our first day in the new house. This meant that the babies would no longer be confined to their play-yard in the living room.

I had very artfully placed the pots and pans in the huge bottom cabinet just so they could discover them and get to play with them, and all of the downstairs electrical sockets had been covered in anticipation of tiny scientists trying to discover electricity.

What I didn’t count on, was that within only a few hours of us being over in the new house, that Kian would decide it was time to get mobile like the big kids and WALK. Yep, Kian walked, A LOT!!!!

This meant that I now had 2 very mobile babies. I had been spoiled by only having one baby which meant that I hadn’t any clue that once I had 2 or more walkers, I would be in TROUBLE!

To Be Continued.....