This weekend was Greta's birthday weekend, and what a gift it was for her to be able to bring home her daughter. I really cannot believe what a good baby Gabbie has been. She eats every 4 hours and sleeps for the most part in between. She only fusses if she is hungry or uncomforatble, and although we didn't sleep too much this weekend it was completely wonderful. After what we have been through, this really seemed like cake. I think we were so mentally prepared for hell because you tend to hear a lot from people things like "You guys are never going to sleep", "Triplets! You're life is over", "You're going to die from exhaustion", etc. etc. I don't for one second think that this will be a walk in the park, but this kind of tiredness is very welcome.
Grandma also came in for the weekend and helped Greta and I to get some sleep and juggle Gabbie and the hospital. Greta spent Saturday at the NICU feeding Lukas and Niklas, my mom and I went today. Gabbie got her first bath in the new house, and then proceeded to make a mess in her diaper that brought Exxon Valdez to mind for some reason. It was my first experience with a mess of that magnitude. Anyway, many people say that the happiest days of their lives were the days their children were born. For us, that was not the case. The day our children were born may have been the scariest day of our lives, but Gabbie coming home was one of the happiest. The day the last of the trio arrives home will definitely take the cake.