"Are you kidding?! What can be better for a woman than have her entire family at one go? Having triplets means you are done with all the difficult parts of parenthood at once" . These are some of the responses I get when I tell someone about my triplets, and it all sound great. But if you are the mother of a one year old triplets, especially in India, you know better.
Availability of support infrastructure (Con)
Availability of family support (Pro)
Losing income, increasing expense
Sibling rivalry
healthy competition
one child favorite, one less healthy etc
not enough time to spend individually
you cannot take them out alone, you cannot take them on a scooter
they help develop each other
they are fearless, daring
they want separate food
they fall sick together and when they fall sick, you want to carry each one for endless hours, but you cant.
all want to use potty at once
danger of hitting each other
After many months today afternoon when it is nap time, my son , instead of going to the bed straight, asks me, 'Amma, please walk for sometime carrying me and put me to sleep'
I pick him up, hold him close to my bosom and walk while humming his favorite lullaby very softly in his ear. How well I remember doing this every night till almost 2am or even later, when one of the babies cried or refused to sleep. How desperate I felt when, each time I passed the mirror while walking the length of the room and I could see their wide open eyes behind my shoulder. Then after long hours the eyes would gradually grow tired and close slowly, to a long, peaceful sleep, and I would place them very softly on the bed, kiss the lovely face, before almost falling down on the bed beside them, exhausted. And now, when I see his open eyes each time I pass the same mirror, I feel happy that they are open, I wish they remain so for some more time so I need not lie him on the bed, so I can carry him and hum t him for another minute. I get the feeling that he is also aware of this- of time flying, of the baby days that are about to get over, of this moment that may never come again. This may well be the last time we are doing this. I tell myself no, there are a few more months left for us, and then he says gently, 'Amma, bed..' and I take him to the bed and he is asleep almost instantly. The other two are already sleeping, and I kiss each of their faces and a mix of emotions overwhelm me. And suddenly I realize how funny I would look to them if they woke up now, how they would laugh, and I smile to myself before leaving the room.
Availability of support infrastructure (Con)
Availability of family support (Pro)
Losing income, increasing expense
Sibling rivalry
healthy competition
one child favorite, one less healthy etc
not enough time to spend individually
you cannot take them out alone, you cannot take them on a scooter
they help develop each other
they are fearless, daring
they want separate food
they fall sick together and when they fall sick, you want to carry each one for endless hours, but you cant.
all want to use potty at once
danger of hitting each other
After many months today afternoon when it is nap time, my son , instead of going to the bed straight, asks me, 'Amma, please walk for sometime carrying me and put me to sleep'
I pick him up, hold him close to my bosom and walk while humming his favorite lullaby very softly in his ear. How well I remember doing this every night till almost 2am or even later, when one of the babies cried or refused to sleep. How desperate I felt when, each time I passed the mirror while walking the length of the room and I could see their wide open eyes behind my shoulder. Then after long hours the eyes would gradually grow tired and close slowly, to a long, peaceful sleep, and I would place them very softly on the bed, kiss the lovely face, before almost falling down on the bed beside them, exhausted. And now, when I see his open eyes each time I pass the same mirror, I feel happy that they are open, I wish they remain so for some more time so I need not lie him on the bed, so I can carry him and hum t him for another minute. I get the feeling that he is also aware of this- of time flying, of the baby days that are about to get over, of this moment that may never come again. This may well be the last time we are doing this. I tell myself no, there are a few more months left for us, and then he says gently, 'Amma, bed..' and I take him to the bed and he is asleep almost instantly. The other two are already sleeping, and I kiss each of their faces and a mix of emotions overwhelm me. And suddenly I realize how funny I would look to them if they woke up now, how they would laugh, and I smile to myself before leaving the room.