{"id":462,"date":"2026-07-24T02:52:31","date_gmt":"2026-07-24T02:52:31","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/dmnewfeed.store\/?p=462"},"modified":"2026-07-24T02:52:31","modified_gmt":"2026-07-24T02:52:31","slug":"i-gave-up-22-years-of-my-life-raising-my-triplet-nieces-what-they-did-at-their-college-graduation-made-me-drop-to-my-knees","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/dmnewfeed.store\/?p=462","title":{"rendered":"I Gave Up 22 Years of My Life Raising My Triplet Nieces \u2013 What They Did at Their College Graduation Made Me Drop to My Knees"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

The night my brother abandoned his three newborns on my porch, something inside me shattered. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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I was broke, exhausted, and absolutely unprepared. Yet three tiny lives were staring up at me, waiting.

A neighbor urged me to call social services. I almost I didn\u2019t sleep that first night. Between the crying, the feedings, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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and my own terror, I just moved from one car seat to the next, clumsy and scared, whispering promises I had no idea how to keep. Mrs. Hunter showed me how to mix formula, how to hold a bottle, how to tell when a diaper was on wrong. I made every mistake a person can make and then made them again the next day.But as the weeks blurred into months, the apartment changed. The smell of motor oil gave way to baby powder and sour milk. My futon stayed half-broken, but the triplets learned to smile in its shadow. June\u2019s hand never stopped reaching for mine. I never became ready, not really. I just kept showing up, broke and imperfect, until \u201cI\u2019ve got you\u201d slowly turned into \u201cwe\u2019ve got each <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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The night my brother abandoned his three newborns on my porch, something inside me shattered. I was broke, exhausted, and absolutely unprepared. Yet three tiny lives were staring up at me, waiting. A neighbor urged me to call social services. I almost I didn\u2019t sleep that first night. Between the crying, the feedings, and my […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-462","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/dmnewfeed.store\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/462","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/dmnewfeed.store\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/dmnewfeed.store\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dmnewfeed.store\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dmnewfeed.store\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=462"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/dmnewfeed.store\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/462\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":464,"href":"https:\/\/dmnewfeed.store\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/462\/revisions\/464"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/dmnewfeed.store\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=462"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dmnewfeed.store\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=462"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dmnewfeed.store\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=462"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}