I'm finally starting to feel like myself again. The lack of sleep and exhaustion of trying to take care of three very little ones has worn on me heavily the last month and there were moments I thought I couldn't make it till 5 pm when Brandon walks through that beautiful door downstairs. But the hormones have leveled and I'm starting to get a system down on how I handle three under 2 at the same time. I have a new appreciation for mothers of high order multiples. And mothers with multiple children close in age. I don't know how they do it. They are my heroes.
Part of me is still scared to attempt going out with 3 of them. I have a double stroller- and my boys arn't that great at following me yet. One of them has to walk cause Chloes in the stroller now. We attempted the park and did ok. Maybe we'll have to try the store this week. I miss being able to be mobile. It's hard for me I feel my independence being lost just a little. It's teaching me to ask for help. To humble myself. I know it will get easier and already I'm feeling better about handling all 3. All I can say is that
I'm greatful for great friends family Brandon and the sunshine-
it helps heal me.
Oh my Brandon who personally cheers me on every day.