I'd like to join, but I'm afraid I'll have to
: because we're actually in a fairly easy phase right now, on the whole. It helps that they're all sleeping through the night, and I'm solidly in remission and have been for months, so I'm feeling healthy and rested. I'm proud of us-- we've come through thick and thin and worked really hard to get things working the way they are now. But I'm bracing myself waiting for the next difficult challenge to come up.
Mamas of triplets or more are my heroes.
I have to agree there.
It helps that DD1 has FINALLY worked through some of her defiance and meltdown issues, and is pretty easygoing and helpful most days. She was having some bowel trouble, and I think the constant discomfort was making her miserable. We've got her diet under control now and she feels much better, so she's a lot easier to live with.
Our major issues right now are: DD2 was potty learned, and has now regressed to having accidents unless she's nakey, and while I know this is normal and typical and will pass, it still is a major kink in the day when we're all dressed and ready to walk out the door and all of a sudden she's got a poop in her pants. Yesterday she was sitting on my lap and all of a sudden just peed all over my last clean pair of pants.
The other thing is that DS has started hitting. He's also having some wild-and-crazy tantrums. I think he just has so much energy and he's not getting the chance to blow off enough steam, so I'm glad the weather is getting better, so we'll be able to get outside more. He wants to climb and run and bang and hit and throw stuff all day long, and our house is so small. I try and get them outside when I can, but it's muddy, and between getting everybody dressed to go out, and then keeping them all corralled while we're out there, and then scraping the mud off all three of them and changing and washing everybody's clothes when we come in, it just about wears me to shreds. So a lot of times we stay in, and DS is getting stir-crazy.
It would help so much if he could still nurse. Sometimes he really is still such a baby and it hurts me when I can SEE what he needs and can't let him have it. He'll still latch on and suckle awhile occasionally, but I'm afraid that if I let him do it too often, I'll start making milk again, and then have to wean him another time. It broke my heart into pieces to do it the first time, and I won't go through that again. (He can't have my milk, because the drugs I'm on to maintain my remission are not safe for him. I weaned them at 16 months old.)
I think I've gotten to the point where a mishap or a crisis every fifteen minutes is just the way I expect life to be. I watch DH go just about nuts on the weekends trying to keep his patience with the three of them, and I keep telling him, "You gotta relax. It's all just bumps in the road, and at 8 they'll all be asleep." That's my attitude, and it really helps me get through another crazy day.