The early days were challenging. The girls needed oxygen and neonatal care, but three weeks later, all three were home. “I must be one of the lucky ones,” Bethany says, crediting her youth, adaptability, and the support of family and friends.
She quickly found a rhythm amid chaos, adjusting sleeping arrangements and feeding schedules. Nights were broken, but she embraced them. “You stop thinking about how hard it is,” she explains. “You just do it.”
Now nearly three years later, Bethany balances motherhood with her job as a restaurant duty manager. The triplets are healthy, lively, and thriving. Each carries a meaningful name, and together, they’ve given Bethany a new sense of purpose.
“I thought my life was over when I saw those three little dots on the screen,” she reflects. “But it was just beginning.” And when the house quiets after the last feeding, she whispers, “Three babies. Three reasons to never give up.”
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