Once the triplets had received all the vaccinations scheduled for the second month, I, the fearless mother, embarked on a daring mission to get Cia, Lia, and Nia’s ears pierced. You see, these three little munchkins did not have much hair on their heads, and I wanted them to look adorably feminine. I was also getting tired of being asked if the triplets were boys or girls. I also wanted to catch them at the tender age of three months, when they were still blissfully unaware of their ear-tugging potential. It was a master plan to ensure they wouldn’t wreak havoc on their delicate ears during the healing process. Genius? I think so too!
But before the grand adventure could commence,
I had to find the perfect place for this epic triplets’ escapade. Armed with my trusty Samsung smartphone and a cup of Double Latte-Coffee (because caffeine is a triplet parents’ lifeline), I dove into the vast depths of the internet. It was like exploring a treasure trove of ear-piercing possibilities – there were posh hospitals, quirky salons, and everything in between. The option of a hospital did not feature as I wasn’t about to take my babies to a hospital for fear of them encountering germs exposure. No, thank you!
After much pondering and contemplation, I settled on a reputable pharmacy near our home. It made sense to choose a location close to home to minimize the time spent traveling. Plus, the thought of turning my trio into trendsetters under the skilled hands of a pharmacist seemed oddly appealing. Who needs a doctor when you have a pharmacist with a knack for ear piercing, right?
With the pharmacy selected, it was time to put my negotiation skills to the test. I mean, come on, I had three bundles of joy in tow—I deserved a discount! So, I put on my best “Triplets Mom” voice, dialed the pharmacy’s number, and prepared to work my magic. Their initial quote was a jaw-dropping USD 30 per child, but I wasn’t about to let them get away with that outrageous sum. With an air of confidence, I declared,
“Did you know I have not one, not two, but THREE adorable two-month-old infants for ear piercing?”
The pharmacist on the other end must have thought I had a circus act on my hands because the price dropped faster than a diaper change. From USD 30 to a more reasonable fee of USD 105 per child, victory was mine!
The day of the piercing finally arrived,
and we prepared for what we considered the most epic outing in the triplets since their birth. Picture this: three nannies, three babies, and one slightly frazzled but fiercely determined mother. We loaded up the family van with enough feeding bottles, wipes, diapers (oh, the diapers!), and pacifiers to sustain a small army. We drove out of the house, ready to take on the world, triplet-style!
As we walked in it left like we were like celebrities, or at least that’s what I’d like to believe. Heads turned and eyes widened at the sight of the triplet extravaganza heading towards the ear-piercing room. We were greeted by a beautiful middle-aged lady, whose mere presence was reassuring. She was our piercing specialist, the maestro of the moment. With an air of confidence, she asked us to choose which triplet would be the first victim—I mean, recipient—of this ear-piercing endeavor. After some careful consideration, I selected Cia, as she had proven to be a champion when it came to surviving vaccination jabs. She experienced milder side effects from jabs and my assumption was that she was more resilient. Little did I know what was in store for us.
With Cia in my arms,
we assumed the designated piercing position. The specialist expertly maneuvered Cia’s tiny head into the perfect angle, her hands oozing confidence. They seemed to say,
“Fear not, brave mother, for I have performed this delicate art countless times before. Your trio is in safe hands!”
And so, with a surgeon’s precision, the specialist went to work. As soon as the gun with the earing pin went through Cia’s right ear, all hell broke loose. An earsplitting cry echoed through the room, signaling the start of a symphony of tears and wails. But hey, we were prepared! A bottle of milk was gently eased into Cia’s mouth, and the cries were muffled by the sudden delight of nourishment. It was like magic, or perhaps just the power of milk.
One ear down, one to go.
The same dramatic sequence played out again, as if scripted by the universe’s greatest comedy writers. The second ear met the same fate, and we swiftly resorted to the trusty bottle of milk once more. One by one, each baby’s ears received their sparkling adornments, accompanied by a chorus of cries that would make even the toughest stand-up comedian crack a smile.
And thus, our epic triplets’ ear-piercing adventure came to a close. Tears were shed, but we emerged from that pharmacy as conquerors, triumphantly carrying our little trio with their blinged-out ears. Oh, the tales we shall tell when they’re older. The epic chronicles of the triplets’ ear-piercing adventure, a story filled with tears, milk, and a touch of mischief. It will forever be etched in our memories, a testament to the absurdity and joy that comes with raising three little bundles of mischief. And who knows, maybe one day, they’ll regale their own children with the tales of their misadventures, passing on the legacy of the epic triplets’ ear-piercing escapade.
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