Bringing the trips home was an experience I can never really put into words. The NICU experience was something that needs it’s own post (and it will), however, the “bringing home” experience was something I still think about quite often. J came home on June 4th, Z came home on June 10th, and A came home on June 12th. Bringing J home was spectacular – FINALLY a baby home, feeling like a real mom. I waited for this moment for over 33 days. Ask NICU mom – you truly don’t feel like a Mom until you are able to hold your baby without wires and you can be the “sole caretaker” instead of the nurses. Here it was.. Spectacular!
I took this sweet boy home and he was fantastic. We were up in the middle of the night feeding, doing the normal “new parent thing”. Then the next morning came and I had to manage getting myself ready, this little baby ready, getting out the door, and going to visit his brothers. I thought days before this would happen: This will be easy! People take their little ones out all of the time! OMG! I totally understand why some new moms do not leave the house within the first month of having their little one. I had to do this for 6 days – getting myself ready, getting him ready, getting in the car, driving to the city, going to the hospital, taking care of three babies (one of which didn’t have a nurse attached to anymore), leaving two babies to go back to the car in the city with my newborn, going home, trying not to cry the whole night (because I felt so guilty having one home and not the other two), shoving down some random food, trying to get some sleep throughout the night, then doing it all over again. It was unmanageable.
Then we were able to bring Z home and we had 2 babies home – wow! Thank goodness my parents were able to come help – we were in over our heads. We had 2 nights of 2 babies, then A came home. At that point, my mom was with J & Z and I went and got A by myself (hubby was working). It was chaotic! The first night we had all three home it was wild – I don’t remember most of it, honestly. Tom & I were so tired and were drowning so much that we didn’t know what to do. It took a little while, but we got into a grove, which was helpful. But let’s be honest, no grove (routine, schedule, whatever you want to call it) can prepare you for three tiny humans who are controlling your whole life.
There were arguments – many arguments. Every couple goes through this with one new baby – everyone is tired, no one thinks the other is doing enough or correctly – it’s mayhem! People ask how we did it – honestly, we just did. It’s all relative, really. Having one is hard, having three is hard. We don’t know what it’s like to have one baby – I would assume we would have had some of the same arguments and gone through the same challenges. I think the biggest difference was that I wasn’t comfortable leaving the house by myself with three babies for a while, plus A has a heart condition, so it was imperative that he not get sick. So I was stuck in the house all. the. time. Outside of that, we had a lot of the same issues that all other new parents have. It made us stronger as a couple, showed us we could handle a lot, and taught us to communicate much better than we ever had, BUT I’m glad it’s over!