The days that followed were a blur of sleepless nights, constant feedings, and diaper changes. Fortunately, I found a strength I never thought I possessed.
My triplet boys—Daemond, Ksaver, and Marcus—became my entire world, filling my once-quiet home with the sounds of life.
Each morning, I woke to the soft cries or coos of my beautiful sons. Everything took a heavy toll on me, but a smile would spread across my face as I leaned over their makeshift cribs.
Daemond, the eldest, was always the first to greet me with his piercing gaze. It was as though he were already trying to understand all the secrets of the world around him. Ksaver was equally observant. He would grab at my fingers as I picked him up into my arms, his tiny grip surprisingly strong.
Marcus never failed to let me know he was awake with his hearty wails. He only calmed when he was nestled in my embrace.
