Tuesday was a day of silence on my platform. Not because the very REAL issue surrounding racism should be silenced, but because it was time for me to reflect, listen, & figure out ways to move forward in solidarity.
The triplets’ first Easter was kind of a bust with the pandemic going on - can you tell by how unenthusiastic they are?
I spent this morning writing a post about our semi-transition to straw sippy cups, opened Instagram to make the post, and saw that it was National Sibling Day. When you have triplets, this isn’t just something you can skip!
With good reason, my social media has been filled with anxiety, stress, and what sometimes feels like hopelessness during a time so unprecedented it almost doesn’t feel real.
Happy In-And-Out Day to me! It’s been 34.4 weeks since my trio was born, which is exactly how long I carried them for.
A year ago today, Jay and I announced to our world that we were not only expecting, but expecting triplets.
One year ago today, our entire world was changed in a matter of seconds. Pixels on a monitor were the culprit, and I’ll never forget the look on the ultrasound tech’s face when she paused and said, “No, there’s 3.”
It was 2 years ago my husband and I committed to forever together while simultaneously dropping his wedding ring off the mountain we were married on (spoiler alert: it was caught).
Two weeks ago I was called back to the hospital for 24 hour monitoring for preeclampsia. That Wednesday, the 24th, our adventure began when the #JanakSwarm made their debut.
