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Give that kid miralax for them bagel blocks.

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Three boy survivor

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We had twins… and decided to have a third.

I’m gonna be sappy for a moment and say that all during the pregnancy I was getting more and more stressed and anxious about all the things I needed to get done but already didn’t have the time to do, and that once the baby came, the tiny sliver of free time from approximately 9:30-11 p.m. we’d clawed back for ourselves and to spend with each other would vanish…

And then the damndest thing happened in the OR, as my wife endured her second unexpected c-section. When our baby came out, and I saw her face, that big knot of stress and anxiety just… melted away. I looked at her, and immediately I just felt like “oh. It’s fine. Now we have her here, and we get to watch her grow, and learn, and meet her big brother and sister, and hold her, and experience all the incredible things that come with raising a child again, anew, and it doesn’t matter that I haven’t finished spackling and painting the holes from the old coatrack in the hallway.

Don’t get me wrong — it wasn’t long before all that stress swung into the frame like a spring-loaded cartoon boxing glove. Sleep deprivation, caring for an infant in a house containing twin 3-year-olds, a new character for my nightmares to cast in various disasters…

But at least in that hour or so, it was magical! Good luck!

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The second nearly did me in, though my friend who has EIGHT said transitioning from two to three was the hardest. After that, they took care of each other.

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I had four (kids).

And people wonder why I'm bald?

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