My fabulous sister has just finished her tour of duty. She arrived June 1st just a day after the triplets were born and helped with everything for the last nine weeks. And everything is a handful and a half when caring for three at once. She dealt with diaper blowouts that left her intimately familiar with the warmth of poo on her legs. She learned to cook for a one year old and hide his veggies in microscopic pieces. She learned to wear shirts with spit up. She dealt with sleepless nights when all three didn't want to sleep through Alaska's midnight sun. She cleaned, washed, cooked, rocked, played, fed, changed, and sang her way through what few will ever deal with. Oh, and she even taught Lewis how to do Yoga. We are eternally grateful, even if we don't seem it in our exhausted stupor. After this tour of duty I doubt any future baby caring will faze her.
My parents are here now. Not sure if the reality of all the work has hit them yet. They are proud of the babies but have suggested to me that I keep my pants zipped up.
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