No one talks about the hard part.
They show you the cute matching outfits and happy photos, but never what it’s like when all three babies scream at once and you haven’t slept more than 90 minutes in days.
I love my triplets more than anything. But every night around 2:40 a.m., holding one baby while the other two cry, I wonder if we made a huge mistake. We weren’t ready—emotionally, financially. Even my husband, once so patient, now flinches at every beep.
We barely talk; exhaustion has drained us both. The joy we felt when we found out we were having triplets feels distant. The sleepless nights, constant demands—it’s overwhelming.
Sometimes, I wonder if giving one up for adoption might be best. The thought breaks my heart, but maybe it would give that child a better life—less chaos, more stability.
My husband feels the same, though we don’t say it aloud.
Then, unexpectedly, my sister-in-law offers to adopt one of the babies. She’s family, someone I trust. For the first time, I feel a glimpse of peace.
But then, they tell us about support programs for families like ours—financial help, counseling, resources. Adoption isn’t the only option.
We decide to keep all three and ask for help.
This journey taught us that true strength isn’t doing it alone—it’s knowing when to ask for support.
If you’re struggling, remember: you don’t have to carry it all by yourself. Reach out. You’re stronger than you think.
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