Being a Triplet

Randi Goldman, Staff Writer

I was a pretty normal premature c-section baby. The only thing that made my birth different from most people’s is that about two minuets later my mom had two more babies. No big deal. Three babies in one day, fun. I can’t even imagine how much pain my mother was in and how much stress she had. I mean, way before we were born I was trying to get out and my mom had to be put on upside down bed-rest. Even before I could think, I knew the concept of wanting personal space.

Everyone thinks being a triplet is ‘really cool’. Sometimes it is, but sometimes it is anything but cool. Usually people think it’s cool because they wish they had someone that looked exactly like them. The thing is, we aren’t even identical, and when I tell people that they usually become uninterested. The issue with people thinking that being a triplet is that great the fact that they have no idea how stressful it is. My siblings are not really like other siblings. My sister, Brianna, was born with autism, which is defined as a serious developmental disorder. This disorder essentially makes communication and interaction difficult to meet ‘normal’ standards. Michael, my brother has  attention-deficit/ hyperactivity disorder, or ADHD which is a condition that effects one’s ability to focus and causes impulsiveness. Sometimes it’s really hard for me to interact with them because I tend to get annoyed.

Unlike a lot of other people born as multiples, I don’t really get a long with my siblings. I know that a lot of people have disagreements with their siblings, but that’s one thing. My siblings and I are completely different so it’s hard to bond because we have nothing in common. We don’t like the same music, activities, or people. We also don’t really talk unless we have no one else to talk to.

Even though we don’t always get along, my siblings are my siblings and i’m stuck with them. Even though they annoy me, I love them.

 

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