I was surprised during the pregnancy when my wife announced she wanted to breastfeed the triplets, my first thought was ‘how’? Two boobs and three babies didn’t seem to add up. I also found it hard to comprehend that she would be able to produce the milk needed to satisfy the triplets.
Stacey loved breastfeeding Frankie, not only from a bonding perspective but as the most natural way to feed them, as she says, it’s what they are there for.
I had no problem with it, if it was to be, my wife didn’t have expectations but was determined that it was how she wanted to feed them.
I remember well around the 3rd day they were born after constant pumping those first drops of milk coming through, it was exiting times. Blakely then was struggling to hold down the formula as her digestive system hadn’t fully developed to tolerate it yet, so any milk expressed went to Little Blakely.
Soon Blakely was solely on Mum’s milk, tolerating it and strengthening well. Ava was then the first to latch. It was then a case of them all latching before we went home with them. I was honestly amazed by the whole thing, nature knew what the babies needed and Stacey’s body delivered.
It wasn’t always easy, there were times she had to struggle with the pain, but with gritted teeth continued.
For me it was hard in the beginning as I wasn’t able to help feeding them. It wasn’t long though after being home that we began giving them expressed milk in a bottle for the last feed of the day. It meant I got to be involved and enjoy those moments together with my wife.
There was rarely a time Stacey wasn’t either feeding or pumping for the evening feed. At night I would sit up and keep her awake while she fed the babies one at a time, sometimes tandem. She was constantly exhausted from it.
Now at ten and a half months it has come to an end. Partly because of the Babies teeth and distractions in their surroundings, and partly because the supply has dropped. It’s a sad time for my wife in many ways as it was the last time she will ever breastfeed. But I take my hat off to the strongest woman I’ve ever known, for keeping our babies alive and healthy through sacrifice, pain and joy for the most important time they would ever need it. It’s an immense achievement and I will always be proud of what she has physically and mentally accomplished to bring our babies to this point. The glass of wine she enjoyed last night was well deserved.