Things I Never Knew
Having your babies in the NNU is hard. Fucking hard. No matter how much I prepared for it, living it is a different story.
How much guilt I would feel at seeing my children in the NNU.
How much I want to take my children home.
How much I would learn from the NNU nurses.
How much I would miss my home and sleeping in my own bed.
My breastmilk is only coming in properly now, 2 weeks after birth. No-one told me it could take this long, even with the help of meds.
Expressing is painful (does the pain ever get better?). My days revolve around bo.ob time, I have to plan everything around 3 hours so I can be back in time to express.
The amount of bills that would be rolling in. I have a stack of bills that need attention. I think I might have been sent a bill by the cleaner for emptying my bin, no-one misses an opportunity to send you a bill.
Medical aid is super-stupid, no-one understands what it means to have triplets.
Medical aid will find any opportunity not to pay, you have to stay one step ahead of those bastards.
How much I would miss my big tummy and how much I want my un-pregnant belly to go down. Im just waiting for someone to ask me when I’m due.
How much I appreciate my husband. Seeing him with his daughters is an amazing feeling.