They show you the cute photos, the matching onesies—but no one warns you what it’s like when all three babies are screaming at 2:40 a.m., and you haven’t slept in days. I love my triplets more than anything… but sometimes, it feels like we made a terrible mistake.
We weren’t ready—for one baby, maybe, but not three. The exhaustion has drained everything from us. My husband, Nathan, barely smiles anymore. We don’t talk—we just survive. And somewhere in the chaos, we started to lose each other.
I never imagined thinking it, but the thought crept in: maybe we should give one up for adoption. For their sake. For ours.
Nathan felt it too. One night, he said it out loud—and it broke me. I didn’t want to let go of any of them. But he was right—we were drowning.
Then came the call that changed everything. Nathan’s sister, Marie—who’d struggled to have kids—wanted to adopt one of the babies. She and her husband could offer love, calm, and stability. And most importantly, they were family. It felt like an answer.
But when we met to talk things through, Marie shared something we hadn’t expected: we could get help. Real help. Financial support. Counseling. Programs built for families in our situation. We didn’t have to let go—we just had to let others in.
We chose to keep all three. Not because it was easy, but because we finally believed we could do it—with support.
The truth? Strength isn’t doing everything alone. It’s knowing when to ask for help. And if you’re struggling, whatever your story, please know this: you don’t have to carry it by yourself.
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