Being a mom has its challenges. From feeding and changing diapers at 2:00am to forgetting to pack a pacifier or diapers of all things in the diaper bag when heading to the doctors. Been there, done that. I'm sure there are many more challenges. However, being a mom of triplets...that in itself is a challenge.
There are many times when I wish I was doing more and able to keep up. The biggest struggle I face is keeping a schedule. I am all for schedules. In fact, I don't know how we would get along day-to-day without one. However, when it comes to following that schedule and not falling behind, I tend to be at a loss. Let's take yesterday for example. I started off great and fed the babies at 5:00am. I was feeling pretty good about things. I mean let's be real...I don't get to bed until after 1:00am, so my husband usually feeds them at 5:00am. Lucky me though, he had to be at work extra early today for a meeting which means it's up to me. These are the days I wish I didn't have to adult.
After actually feeding them on time, I went back to bed and set alarms to feed them at 8:00am. I had great intentions, but let's just say 8:00am quickly became 9:00am. and by the time I got to feed them, it was closer to 9:30am. That set us behind an hour and a half all day. This might not seem like a big deal to you, but for us folk that live by schedules, this was a catastrophe. The day seems so chaotic once the schedule is blown. If you think this is bad, just wait until you read my next story.
Late last week the babies had an appointment with a bunch of specialists, six to be exact, to come do an evaluation for various reasons. This meeting was being held at our house. It was supposed to start at 10:00am, or so I thought.
Now back up three weeks prior. I was waiting for another home health visit. Right before they arrived and rang the doorbell, I received a call asking to schedule this meeting. I quickly jotted down what she said so I could get off the phone right away to go answer the door. The dogs were barking, babies were unhappy, doorbell was ringing and she was still talking on the phone with me. After I quickly dismissed her, hoping she didn't notice or take offense, I ran to answer the door. Let's just say the timing was impeccable.
Now fast forward back to Friday, the day of the appointment. I was sticking to my schedule and even though it was a late night, I woke up to warm bottles at 7:30am so the babies would be fed on time at 8:00am. The dogs really had to go outside, so I let them out first. Being in a fog and only thinking about getting another 30 minutes of sleep, I accidentally went back to bed without putting bottles in the warmer.
My alarms went off at 8:00am and I tried to pretend I didn't hear it. After another five or so minutes passed, I knew it was time to face the day. I dragged my feet down the cold wood floors in the hallway to the kitchen to grab the bottles, just to realize I never took bottles out of the fridge. Crrraaaap! Upset with myself, I decided to let the dogs out again first, so their howling and barking wouldn't wake the babies. Especially since they had to sleep for another 30 or so minutes.
Since I had just woken up, I was still in my pajamas. I wasn't wearing a bra. My teeth and hair were not brushed and I had the "I just woke up" groggy face. It is now 8:11am and I am on my way back to the fridge. Just then, the doorbell rings. I thought that was odd, but didn't think too much of it. The dogs started going nuts so I went to the door assuming my husband, Aerol, had ordered something from Amazon and it was being delivered. I looked through the peep hole so I could make sure Amazon was gone before opening the door. I didn't want them to see my get up. To my surprise, it was not a package, but the six professionals for our home appointment. I had jotted the wrong time down in the midst of chaos. How could this have happened. The babies were still sleeping and at this point I have forgotten all about the bottles not being warmed. Panicking, I didn't know what to do. My house is a disaster. Should I answer it? It was cold outside. Maybe I should get the dogs outside first so they don't trample them. Should I go change or at least put on a bra? How could this be happening. I am usually great about making sure I have the right appointment times. So many thoughts were swarming around as I debated my next move.
I picked up our little dog, tried to put myself together the best I could in the ten seconds I had and answered the door. Immediately after I welcomed them in, I rushed the dogs outside and bolted downstairs to change. When I came upstairs, I scurried into the family room where six specialists were sitting on my floor waiting for me. I knew that was mainly because there was nowhere else to sit with all the baby stuff scattered all over the place. They were all looking at me a certain way. I just knew my first impression was ruined, but definitely one for the books. In their eyes, I was that mom needing to get her life together. I was that mom that needed to do more. I was not that mom that has everything together to the point of having muffins waiting in the oven. How embarrassing. I just kept thinking, the next time they come over, I was determined to change their views with my second impression. Hoping that would outweigh the first visit.
The morning of the results came. I double checked appointment times the night before and got up early to get things done before their arrival. First, I made sure to get dressed and ready right away. I wasn't about to live that moment on replay. I then vacuumed and made sure there were plenty of places to sit in the family room. I lit candles throughout the house and even had muffins in the oven. I was on top of my game. If only second first chances existed.
I LOVE being a triplet mom and would do it all over again in a heartbeat. But good golly, schedules are not for quitters.
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