Ok-so lets give you a little back ground. We had IVF, worked the first time. They put in two Grade 4+ embryos and we got out THREE 10+ children! They insist that the boys are identical- can't prove it by me.
My pregnancy was about as smooth as could be. The delivery at 34 weeks 5 days was pretty routine too. We are not going to talk about my recovery (lets just say complications). The children however did fantastic. Jack, actually it is James Alexander- was born first weighing in at 3 1/2 pounds. Paul Xavier came next at a whopping 5 1/2 pounds. Harper Noel was last weighing in at a respectable 5 pounds even. Paul was put on a C-PAP machine and both boys were in the NICU for 24 hours. Harper went straight to the PCN (progressive care nursery- basically they just need to grow).
Paul and Harper came home at 2 weeks, to the day. Jack joined them 5 days later.
So, we had three newborns. New parents. NO IDEA what to do. NO IDEA how to do it. Please be assured we took ALL the classes offered, but nothing prepares you. The babies didn't know any better, so they flourished. We had severe bouts of reflux but medicince and Good Ole Dr. Brown's Bottles took care of that! And then, they were off to the races to grow!
At one year, all of them talked and walked. Jack was 24 pounds, Paul was 32 and Harper was 29.
At two years old, all of them fought, threw temper tantrums, hit, bit, kicked, pushed, shoved, cried, screamed, loved, hugged, kissed and shared with each other- and were completely normal two year olds. Jack was 27 pounds, Paul was 36 and Harper was 33. We could not get heights on them because none of them would stand still long enough.
So, there you have it - there is our story of a normal life with two year old triplets. I hope you join us for the next little cobblestone of life. See you there!