Cormac, Declan, and Beacan, aka the Tahoe triplets, were born in that order on March 12th via scheduled Cesarean. I’m not going to lie, I was pretty scared of this surgery in the weeks leading up to it. I actually read 2 books on C-sections which may or may not have helped. But the morning of the delivery, I was strangely calm, I mean, these babies had to come out some way! And come out they did! In a bright white room of 20 nurses and doctors, the boys were born one by one, each screaming and peeing on the doctor that delivered them. As they called out their identifier – Baby A – 5 lbs 13 oz, Baby B – 5 lbs 13 oz, and Baby C – 5 lbs 1 oz, I was elated to find out they were all above 5 lbs! The glimpses I caught of them proved that they looked awesome! Normal looking healthy babies! Yep, love at first sight. If you knew me before all this, that was a huge relief… not being “a baby person” I wasn’t really sure I’d like them. Yep, I was obsessed with them in 5 seconds.
They were all healthy and so they only spent a brief time in the NICU – by 11:30 that morning, it was game on! We were now responsible for 3 tiny humans. I was still in bed and not allowed to move according to the nurses, but I felt fine and kept pushing to get up and move to speed up recovery… learned that in a book! They didn’t let me sit up until that afternoon, but as soon as they gave me the go ahead, I was moving around and taking care of babies. I knew I had a job to do!
The first days of life are so dramatic for these guys as they were poked and prodded a number of times, but on March 15, we got the green light to go home and after 28 days in the hospital, we loaded up in the minivan and headed home to Lake Tahoe. It was a liberating feeling, despite the fact that I now have 3 sons to care for for the next 18+ years.
Because these guys are multiples, it is critical to have them on a schedule. Our night nurse at St. Mary’s helped us with that and we came home on a 3 hr eating schedule. We were supplementing at the hospital with donor breast milk and this was one of the main reasons I was scared to leave, however, right before we left, a woman from the Reno twin club gave us a cooler full of frozen breast milk. It was a huge relief!
Breast milk – it’s kind of all I think about right now. In fact, as I write this, I am pumping, 1 of the 5+ hrs I spend per day doing that. I’m literally a human dairy farm. Providing solely breast milk for them has become an obsession for me. I can’t stop trying. It’s really the new skiing in my life. I spend the day eating oatmeal, taking fenugreek, and drinking mother’s milk tea and gatorade. I chug protein shakes in the middle of the night. I’m 100 percent dedicated and trying to not get discouraged. My success now comes in ounces. Yeah, what happened to Meghan Kelly Teles… maybe this should be renamed Meghan Kelly Pumps.
The boys are great and thriving though. They’re up to 7 lbs. We can tell them apart, but we did paint a toenail just in case we mixed them up. They have distinct cries and behaviors. Two of them have already rolled over. I’m still totally in love with them.