Sunshine on the horizon

I think it’s safe to say that long-tough winter is over. It felt seemingly never ending as were the bugs and illnesses that came tied with it.

The weekend following Easter the little chickens came down with a norovirus. An afternoon out at the bowling alley turned nasty in seconds. Unfortunately non of us escaped the brutality of that virus, even the dog got puked on thanks to a lucky shot from Ava. My hope is that they don’t hit our household too often. Looking after triplets and Frankie whilst being ill ourselves was no joke. It was hard work.

Thankfully it passed quickly. I’ve also been struggling with pain since my vasectomy and have managed to survive prescription painkillers, unfortunately they turned me into a dribbling mess so I haven’t been able to string a coherent sentence together so writing has been on hold. But I finally feel back in the land of the living.

There is sunshine on the horizon, there always is. Last weekend brought a sunny warm day to Blighty so we loaded up the Babies and the bigger one and headed to the coast for the day.

It was good to be feeling good and the babies love a trip out. We get bombarded by passers by still; but it’s hard to avoid the circus when it’s in town.

Since Easter, all three have teeth now, Lacey is sitting up unaided and the other two are not far behind. They remain healthy content little bambinos. Developing fast.

They still sleep through 12 hours which blows my mind. I’m amazed at how happy they seem. It’s taken a lot of work and commitment from us both to keep them in a calm environment. Stacey is just phenomenal with them. As is Frankie. It’s been hard on her but she loves them to bits. A very proud big Sister.

So we’re looking forward to some warm weather, good health, bbq’s and the triplets first birthday.

The 4th of July will definitely be one to remember.

Why the right to comment on mental health?

I don’t really remember a time as a kid when I wasn’t experiencing some sort of fear or anxiety. Being on the autistic spectrum I struggled with others from an early age. Relationships took a tiring effort which I failed to understand the workings of, I eventually settled on the idea that approval was the aim of the game so I did what I thought was right to gain approval. But I was never really sure who was the best persons approval to gain. So I constantly switched between friends, usually bluntly at the cost of friendships, sometimes nastily to gain the approval of my new pedestal placed target.

Add to this we moved on average every 12 months which meant leaving my experimental social arena of school before I got a chance to settle. Also before any teachers had a chance to discover I had problems, that I wasn’t just a – problem.

My mind raced constantly at 1000 revs from the moment I awoke til I slept. Mostly my fantasies were about how I’d one day maybe pull a family to safety from a burning car wreck, then during the tv interview on the news , all the teachers that embarrassed me, the kids that bullied me, my Dad and everyone else would eat their words and see I wasn’t bad. They would be lining up to apologise for burning me as weak and stupid. My mind never stopped.

At home I lived with the tension and suicidal threats of my opioid addicted father to whom I was a burden. I blamed myself for his steady decline and the falling apart of my family. He would reinforce my feelings when he would lose his temper, the truth was in those moments his anger was more likely caused by his disagreements with his doctors. But I was little and didn’t know that.

At about the age of 11 I began self harming, I got relief and liked the pain, the very act brought with it a sense of rightness and control.

By the last time we moved as a family; my fears had become anger. But it was suppressed as I was terrified to show it, I controlled it with my secret self harming and growing unhealthy obsessive behaviours.

The first time I discovered alcohol I had what felt like a spiritual awakening. There was no question it would forever be my solution and friend as it took away all my internal Conflicts and never let me down.

I slowly gave up on friends and began dissolving into myself and my world.

The last threat my father made to kill me was different, the family doctor had already warned my mother by that point to get us away from him.

So I left home before the age of 16. Entered the world knowing only depression, anxiety, paranoia, fear, anger, bitterness and shame. My world would get a whole lot darker. I had no idea how to live a normal existence and didn’t believe I would ever be free from those conflicts.

This is why I have the right to comment, and also offer a solution to anyone suffering as I did.

Because I have recovered. Many don’t.

Easter break

Seems a while since my last post. It’s been another busy period of adjustment, life goes on and we are rolling nicely with it at the moment.

All parents need a break sometimes, with multiples this hasn’t really been possible with my wife breastfeeding and the simple fact three babies need caring for. Since the triplets arrived we have been out for dinner alone twice. Both times were memorable and needed.

The girls are coming up 9 months now so have changed a great deal since we last went away for Christmas. Even then, having Stacey’s big family to help out my wife and needed to keep them to a routine.

We have travelled again to Stacey’s parents for Easter. The 5 hour drive went fine without crying or dramas. The girls seem content looking out the window at the ever changing view between naps. We stopped to feed them lunch and all went well. I love those journeys as my wife and I are both relaxed and it gives us time to really catch up, evaluate and take in the life we now have.

It’s been a wonderful time. With the babies now at a stage where they are more and more interested in what’s happening around them, they have enjoyed all the family time and interacting.

We are both much more relaxed letting others take over the meal times and baths. Everyone is still amazed at the calm and relaxed little personalities they all have. It’s been staying consistent with routine and keeping the home environment as stress free as possible that has added to their wellbeing. The work has payed off to this point.

I have managed to rest for the first time, and even had a chance to work on my writing and the book which I hope to release next year. There needs to be more for expectant fathers out there, especially dealing with high risk multiple pregnancies and all that follows.

Our lives have changed beyond anything we could have imagined. Every now and again my wife and I look at each other and just laugh at the reminder that we have triplets.

I hope you are all enjoying a peaceful break where-ever you are in the world at this time.

God bless from my family to you x

The last of the stationary triplet days

A Dad I know once said that the early stage of Babies is the best, because they stay where you plonk them and they don’t answer back.

In just a few weeks it’s astonishing how fast the developments and changes in character are occurring. We clearly have three very different little ladies now.

It is also a year since the 18 week scan in which we found out the mono twins were girls. Seems a lifetime ago now.

Lacey has discovered rolling and pushing her knees up under herself. She will be on the move within a couple of weeks. She also communicates by smiling and shaking her head at Stacey. She is also the first to have teeth through. Lacey seems ahead of the pack in little ways. Stacey is putting daily work into each of them, in finding new skills to learn with one on one time.

Ava is definitely the cheeky one. She is energetic and nicely vocal with it. If you blow fart noises at her, you’ll get them back. She’s incredibly alert as they all are. She has an infectious giggle, and loves to promptly throw whatever you give to her on the floor. This is her favourite trick, funny at the moment but I can see it wearing off pretty quickly.

Blakely is the most chilled, patient one of the three. Originally nicknamed ‘the firecracker’ due to her being able to go from 0-101 in a heartbeat, we’re talking loud. Then one day she just seemed to change, and the temperature dropped. We were all happy about that particular development. Blakely also has teeth coming through.

They all absolutely love bath time. As do I, it’s my favourite part of the day. Stacey pumps while I spend that time with them each night. It’s our daily bonding time. And we always listen to good tunes.

As a Dad, new to the experience of babies. I’m genuinely amazed by them. They are, for the most a chilled little bunch. I didn’t think the time would go so fast.

We are constantly planning the next stage as parents, staying a step ahead. It seems to be the way that’s working. My wife and I work to stay on the same page with everything concerning the babies and our home arrangements.

It is tough at times, we’re still tired from it. But we’re managing well. Its a case of having to, any problems get solved quickly.

So things are changing fast here, and when another parent tells me it’s going to be a nightmare when they begin crawling, I have no reason to disbelieve them.

Freedom from anger and depression

With growing rates of mental health problems affecting young men and women, it is ever more important that a real solution be found for the stability of a family unit. Even for the families with parents that have already split, the need to remain emotionally consistent with the children and each other must be paramount.

Men especially can become backed into their own corners, from the pressures of parenting, home life, relationships, existing health problems and work, many turn to medications and other conscious numbing drugs and foods like alcohol as a solution.

Anything that distracts from the conflicts of guilt and anger can be abused and risk creating harmful obsessive behaviours.

For many of us, we end up responding to stress, the same as the fathers that failed us did. We become overwhelmed and over-emotional. Anger begins to get passed us as the pressures mount, and with a continued failure to meet the barrage of stressful situations in the stream of life, our agitation affects those closest. We begin to resent our situation. Life becomes a struggle of failing emotional management and unhappy relationships.

The problem with numbing consciousness, is that it also numbs any clarity. I could never deal with any of my issues while under the influence of anything. When medicated I was nothing more than a sleepwalker. At times I felt okay. But A false sense of wellness is like thin ice over a lake. Looks together on the surface but the cracks eventually begin to appear. And I always fell through.

A parent needs to be present. And it is possible to strengthen from stress rather than become ground up by it.

A few years ago I was medicated to stabilise my moods. It was the usual story of a change in meds giving me temporary relief. But Olanzapine, like most mood altering chemicals had me fast becoming a zombie. I was constantly exhausted, mentally I began feeling unstable as agitation started to become a real problem. I struggled to sleep. The constant anger rising was concerning me again.

I had no reason to be feeling that way. On the outside my life was good. Taking meds just turned me into a pressure cooker. I had a soon to be wife and stepdaughter at home relying on me as well as full time work.

As a recovered alcoholic I was more than aware of the sinking sand I was in. I began to look for anyone who could help me.

Out of pure chance I contacted a stranger through fb, whom gave the impression he knew what he was talking about when it came to spiritual stability. I instantly got angry at his brutal honesty with me. He was exposing my phoney wellness for what it was. I didn’t like that. In doing so he also exposed the problem, my anger. Everyone was getting my back up.

He left a number, and it was my wife who convinced me to call him back. The reason being he offered me a solution to the anger that kept getting past me. He didn’t try to sell me anything, or convince me of anything.

He simply pointed to a meditation exercise that led to a solving of his own problems. He told me that if I got free from anger, all the symptoms, like depression and anxiety would also fall away without any effort or struggle.

Sounded too simple. Although not convinced I was becoming desperate. I couldn’t stomach anymore therapy and didn’t want to find myself in the mental health system again playing with more medications.

All I was told to do when beginning the meditation was to ‘watch’ my thoughts, To observe them without being affected by them, he explained when I meditated I would be in a neutral position to do this. The most of my problems after all, are fed by my overthinking.

I have used this particular meditation now everyday since. I was able to safely come off the medication with the support of a doctor within weeks. My wellbeing and mental health improved drastically and rapidly after a short adjustment to a new state of consciousness.

It doesn’t mean life is not difficult, it just means I approach those difficulties from an awake and aware perspective. I deal with life and relationships differently.

All it took was an open mind and a commitment to a more spiritual approach to my problems. To practice conscious awareness.

The man who helped me became a good friend. He and his wife are one of the pairs of God parents to the triplets. Had I not crossed his path I believe my life would be very different now.

A very proud Godfather

So I pass this on to anyone suffering who needs a quick, permanent solution to anger, depression, overthinking, and other internal conflicts that are creating ongoing mental and physical problems.

If you are struggling and are still yet to find a solution. This may be the life changer you’ve been looking for.

https://schwarzhoffmedia.com/non-contemplative-meditation/

Love at the centre

For a home to become a thriving environment for everyone, there needs to be a spirit of love at the centre of it. That doesn’t mean it will be without stresses and tensions. But if the stresses and tensions are met properly, with patience and tolerance, everyone has a chance to grow.

The challenges facing new parents can be overwhelming at times. I don’t believe our marriage would have survived had I not been willing to outgrow my fears and stay out of self pity. Not an easy job when suffering from lack of sleep while my wife was adjusting to her new role. And me mine.

As men we need to be prepared to take a back seat in the early days. My wife was so focused on breastfeeding and taking care of the Babies, she had no time to hear of my worries and doubts. At times I felt on the outside looking in. It was tough. I had to work while my wife and mother in law took care of the triplets. Through tiredness and being unable meditate properly I began to resent that I couldn’t be at home. Doubts about our relationship and future began to creep in. Luckily I was able to just observe those negative thoughts without reacting to them.

As Dad, I had a very specific role. It is to remain consistent. My wife and I discussed this earlier. Women go through all sorts of physical and emotional upheavals. Hormones play a part in the moods and stress, as do their own fears and doubts. I had to be awake to that. I’ve said before that nothing she threw at me was personal, even if it was.

She told me one of the things that got her through was that she knew I was solid. That I could take the strain when she couldn’t. To baton down the hatches during the rough moments, instead of biting into the temptation to retaliate was the best thing I could have done. The last thing she would have needed was seeing me overwhelmed and over emotional. A woman needs to feel secure when she feels anything but at times. There are always opportunities to talk clearly after the storms.

I have to be focused on what I need to do. For the sake of the family they need me strong. My job is to practice patience and tolerance. When I’m calm, the house stays calm. My wife is happy and my daughters feel that.

Why bother writing?

Embarking on this blog was a decision made in sleep deprivation, Initially I was concerned I would forget the experience and wanted to document it. But what became apparent from day one of the discovery of triplets to this point, is that there is a very real problem.

A large percentage of families are not making it. Men, for the most are hit with all sorts of unspoken internal struggles with the experience of a pregnancy and arrival of a child. Yet there is little or no support, so men tend to suppress and push on while under the surface, fears and resentments remain unless faced.

I absolutely agree that depression in men is a serious debilitating symptom after a child is born. It is a problem that needs addressing for the wellbeing of a family. I don’t think labelling it ‘Post natal’ in men is correct. Simply because there’s a danger of implying the depression was caused somehow by the child. For a man suffering from unrecognised resentment, that anger can end up directed towards that child. The child is innocent, it is the improperly met stress of the situation that is the problem.

No matter how many children are involved or on the way, fears and doubts can arise about our own inadequacies, these failings can add weight to the already real pressures of dealing with a pregnant, hormonal wife/partner, looming financial strains and the coming life changes.

Ten minutes after the dating scan, in discovering three heartbeats, we were told reduction (termination of one, or two of the growing lives) was an option. And sent on our way with no landing equipment. They did explain to my wife there was a local fb group for multiple Mum’s, I asked if there was anywhere I could find experience or advice. My enquiry was met with an apology. I was on my own. I had no one else’s experience of what may be coming.

I eventually found multiple groups like ‘The multiple Dads sanctuary’ on fb. A community of Men dedicated to becoming better Fathers. It was a way to meet other Men who were living a high stress life with multiples. There is much support and advice to be found there. There are also other valuable triplet groups on fb.

Locally there is nothing for any expectant Dads. If you go into a pregnancy already struggling with mental health worries, the waiting time to talk to a professional is over six months in the uk unless you can afford private. I know because I looked.

The problem with writing about triplets is that everybody’s experience is different, I can never share beyond my own experience.

But there are guiding principles that Men rarely seem to discuss that can ease any situation before it deteriorates. Those of love patience and tolerance. These basic principles are becoming lost.

I am not an expert Dad, or a perfect human being by any means. I have much to learn, but I have also gained insight over the years in dealing with my own mental health and working with others. My willingness to improve is everything to my family. I hope, that if you are struggling as a parent and have just discovered this blog, you find use of my experience.

There is a thread that runs through the experience of most men, whatever their pregnancy situation, that being the pressure, the internal conflicts and external damage they cause a home environment and relationship. Men need to discover a way to remain conscious and present. Out of anger and fear without escaping to harmful solutions like alcohol or drugs.

I have suffered from, and recovered from many of the conflicts Men without guidance have faced during my life. I understand depression, it’s cause, and more importantly I’ve experienced it’s solution. And because of that I know that there is hope. Hope for Men like I once was, facing fatherhood who cannot shake anger. Hope for Men who’s resentments turn on them and disconnect them from the people they love.

So you won’t find promotions or advertising here, I make no money from this. It’s not why I do it.

I take the time to write and share of myself because there is hope a family can survive.

8 Months in & blessed

Tomorrow the triplets will be 8 months old. I’m finding it more and more difficult to imagine how my life was before they arrived. It is as if every moment in my life led to the next, solely for the purpose of learning lessons, growing and evolving emotionally and spiritually to the point I was ready to be a Father. And although this was never planned. I was prepared for it.

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When I step back and process our life over the last year or so, the road has definitely narrowed in every sense. There is nothing outside of my work and babies at this point. And the best thing is that i don’t resent that, i feel in my element, finally serving a beautiful purpose. There was definitely a time when i would have done though. But the difference of my life lived with faith, is that when the unexpected happens, it is always a opportunity to outgrow fear and doubt, no matter how tough the road in view may seem. It is a opportunity to strengthen.

The girls are thriving, not just the triplets, also my wife and Frankie. I’m not going to say it’s been easy, and I have had to learn a few hard lessons myself. If I have ever painted myself as a man who never waivers, it was not intended, I would challenge any man to deal with a triplet pregnancy and birth and not feel the sting of fear occasionally. But as a family we have stuck together. We made vows to God when we married that we would support each other through the hard and tough times. We have manage to keep love at the centre of the chaos. And it feels like it in our home now.

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Frankie has had to deal with huge upheavals as a child, now at ten-year old she is beginning to deal with other pressures as she grows up. I’ve been aware that our relationship fell to the side a little since the arrival of the triplets. we used to have a bedtime routine of reading a story, saying our prayers and having little chats about things that were important.

Since the babies have moved into their own room we have began to have that time again. It’s incredibly important that we do. I’ve been showing her again, a way to not suppress the fears and worry she has been facing, and also been open about my failings with her over the last 8 months, that they were not at all down to her. But any impatience I displayed was down to feeling my own pressures at the situation. She is doing great, I’m so proud of her, she has a real strength, just like her Mum.

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Stacey is still producing milk for all three. And also cooking, and blending all their meals and desserts. She is a phenomenal Mum, with a huge capacity for love. The girls are eating with much enthusiasm and less mess now. The rate of development is steady and sure, all three have very different little personality traits and facial expressions. Lacey loves blowing bubbles, Ava kicks and shouts a lot, and Blakely can’t stop smiling, my heart still explodes when i hold them. Unconditional love is real, it cannot be put into words, it is a spiritual grace that bonds us.

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So it’s going as well as it can be i guess. We are all looking forward to the comimg spring as they love the outside, and to the next landmark of a year of their presence in our lives. It is an amazing path to be given, not one to be walked with anything but love. I wouldnt change a thing about my life right now. And for my family I am truly grateful.

My mental well-being & my babies

When I sit with the girls, and I see how crystal clear and awake they are right now, I see the most enlightened beings on earth. we all begin life this way, with a natural conscious connection to light. Free from anger, fear and judgment, before the pressures and corruption of the world get in.

It can become an overwhelming thought as to how much influence as a parent I have on their mental and spiritual well-being.

With a history of a few serious mental health problems, it was only normal during the pregnancy to experience a little fear rising around the possibility of one, or all of the triplets being affected somehow as a result of my genetic make up.

Thankfully I had already reached a point of understanding of the cause , and therefore my symptoms. There was always a little doubt though that I may pass something on.

I don’t believe I was born with the majority of what I’ve been treated, and medicated for over the decades. Despite what I have been told by well meaning professionals. For example , for a long time I looked at my fathers depression as something that was passed on , by some kind of physiological brain wiring. It wasn’t. Depression itself is only a symptom.

I wasn’t born with an overwhelming compulsion to put alcohol in my system, as much as I wasn’t born with a personality disorder. As with my anxiety, paranoia and depression, I discovered they were all just symptoms of a single cause. Non of my symptoms were passed on biologically.

But there is something that is passed on through family lineages. From generation to generation, an unseen force causing many forms of physical and mental deterioration. And in order to understand the only way I could affect my children, I have to be aware of the instigator.

Resentment.

bitterness, frustration, hate, annoyance, envy, impatience, intolerance, jealousy through to fear, it is all the same thing from the same place. It is spiritual in nature and is at the heart of all symptoms like depression. It’s passed on through family’s and without a defence will continue to wreak havoc.

The problems really begin when resentment energy is suppressed.

You may have heard the saying ‘you could literally feel the tension’. Babies especially pick up on this unseen energy. If I’m agitated, my girls feel it. They can’t see it, but it’s there, and as real as light. It un-settles and upsets them. If I was to spend each day around them, responding negatively to stress. Eventually my anger would become theirs. They wouldn’t be able to escape it. I would set them on a destructive path.

Once on the road of suffering internal conflicts, it is incredibly hard to get off.

It is why medication fails to do anything much but create a false sense of wellness. Most people get worse under the surface. You cannot treat a spiritual problem with chemicals, no matter what the good doctor tells you. They only mask over what’s causing the damage. In order to recover from what is termed as depression, the cause needs to be met. Even talking cures rarely do anything to remove the problem, sure, talking is a good thing, it temporarily alleviates symptoms.

But if your heading towards a cliff in a car that you can’t stop, calling a therapist to discuss how it’s making you feel isn’t going to stop the car from going over. The car needs to be stopped. The cause needs to be addressed.

For example, an alcoholics real problem isn’t alcohol, drinking is a symptom. The cause of the compulsion to drink and inability to control the amount is driven by anger/resentment. As is the cause of all uncontrollable obsessive behaviours. They begin as distractions from the conflict of suppressing negative energy, it almost always begins at home. It is why the ability to forgive has to be discovered.

So if I am to give my children a chance at a healthy existence, free from damaging mental health issues. I have to keep a spirit of love in my home. It’s my job as Dad. That starts by being aware of my own temptation to respond with anger in stressful times. An over emotional parent will rock the stability of a child to damage point. I have a lifetime of vigilance ahead of me.

I will be watching my girls development closely over the coming years, as I believe the majority of their wellbeing will be in direct proportion to my own ability to remain conscious, and stay out of resentment. Patience, love and tolerance must be at the centre of my life.

33 weeks & 3 days

I have been known on occasion to miss the odd important date. Since becoming a triplet parent I have forgotten quite a few appointments and the like. For no other reason than I have three babies at home.

(Having triplets hasn’t affected us at all)

Yesterday I missed another one. A date that was incredibly important to my wife, so it is 4am, Blakely has just had a feed and gone back down, so here’s my opportunity to share this occasion. I’m not in too much trouble as the babies have been ill the last few weeks so attention has been focused on staying present with home and Work.

Yesterday was in-out day. If you’re not aware of what this is, it is the day the babies have been out of Mum’s belly, the exact same amount of days they spent in there before arrival.

Stacey , this is for you…..

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– There were three blessings added to our lives, of which we had no idea,

I could never imagined the struggle you faced, though I saw light beyond the fear

For 33 weeks and 3 days, of the emotional tides, we balanced on the wake,

I know the physical changes you endured, were too much at times to take

Only you know the pressure of carrying 4 heartbeats, with 30 fingers & 30 toes,

but to carry them with such strength and love, underneath the fear, grace flowed

You grew three healthy lives without fault, through the tears and pressures abound,

My love you have no idea how proud I am of the woman before me now.

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– I held your hand so tight that morning, I needed to be strong ,

Our three little birds entered the world to happiness, dance and song

Reunited on the outside for the first time this is true,

But a bond had grown between us, there was love inside they knew

From the hospital we were hurled into our new life,

and from the day they were born I re-discovered my wife

From fear rose a strength, one that humbles me,

To see you with my children is every reason I became me

You have endured for us so much, too much at times I know,

But the woman I love, my triplet Mama, there is a strength in you alone,

And without doubt as we face the light,

love that exists under our roof will hold tight

Never doubt the ability you hold,

We have four blessed children here

who each shine

with a bit of your soul.

Xxx