By Margaret Burin
It’s a bittersweet moment in many parents’ lives — watching their babies put on their crisp uniform and over-sized backpacks to embark on their new five-day-a-week adventure. But any feeling of vulnerability is tripled for Helen Dimotakis, who never thought she’d see her children grow up.
Eight different cereal boxes are laid out on the kitchen bench, ready for the troops to shout their orders.
Toast orders come in from the lounge cum rumpus room; cream cheese with peanut butter for John, honey for Elly and fruit toast for Emmanuel.
Helen tries to get John to eat, while Emmanuel asks again why his letter didn’t arrive from the prep teacher.
His brother and sister each got one sent out just after their orientation day, accompanied by some fairy dust to place under their pillow for first-day jitters — but his must still be in transit.
Where does the time go?
All around the country this week, parents are questioning just when their babies happened to grow up.
Many of those “firsts” seem like only yesterday.
The first day of school is a promise of their growing independence.
For Helen and her husband Ross it brings both amazement and a slight bit of relief.
Triplets are hard work.
“I have a different favourite every day,” Helen laughs.
“It all depends on who’s behaving the best — You’ve got to have eyes at the back of your head.”
But the Melbourne mum says her five-year-old boys and girl are also her “miracle”.
She was 45 when she fell pregnant through IVF, after a couple of miscarriages and five years of trying for a baby.
A scan at about nine weeks revealed three heartbeats.
“I just laughed but it was more nervous laughter,” she says.
The obstetrician raised concerns — for an older mum it was a high-risk pregnancy.
An early surprise.
Then at just 21 weeks, four months before the children were due, Helen went into labour.
She was admitted to hospital immediately and told not to get out of bed, not even for a shower.
“They could’ve been born that day, obviously they wouldn’t have survived. It was a matter of just keeping them in as long as possible,” she says.
The triplets were born at 26 weeks by caesarean.
Helen had to endure two nerve-wracking days until she could see them.
When she finally did, all three of them were just the size of her hand.
Weighing in at only 789 grams, John was the tiniest and wasn’t expected to live.
As Helen recovered from her own health issues, their pint-sized bubs spent 97 days in hospital fighting for their survival.