The ANTICIPATION was eating me alive; we had to wait days after the blood tests that felt like years to have the first ultrasound at Dr. Winslow’s office. My blood test results had been strange the numbers had more than double, I had no idea what that meant. Jason was excited too, but like a typical man was trying to be cool. It was about the millionth ultrasound I had been subjected to, but this time it seemed like my eyes were playing tricks on me. I couldn’t make sense of what I was seeing.
Three blips. Three blips on the screen. Confusion grew as I slowly connected the meaning of blips with heartbeats, three separate heartbeats….TRIPLETS. I cried, I was dazed, I didn’t understand, but some how was just content. Jason lost his cool act in a hurry, and I had no idea what he said, I was in my own little world, my mind racing.
I can only describe expecting triplets by comparing it to a rollercoaster ride – it’s exciting and scary at the same time. Having no experience with children was a blessing and a curse at the same time. We had no expectations, but I don’t think anything can PREPARE you for when they actually arrive.
My biggest regret during my pregnancy was that I never ENJOYED being pregnant. After the loss of three babies to miscarriage I was TERRIFIED of losing these little heartbeats. I read everything I could get my hands on, I arrived armed with a list of questions, what-if scenarios, I drove my doctors crazy.
It was a long road, filled with complications, pre-term labor, three months of bed rest at home, then more complications which had to be managed at hospital, I would not leave until I gave birth. I had no idea how long that meant. I actually watched ALL of the Winter Olympics; bed rest in the hospital is boring and tedious. On Valentines Day Jason asked me what I wanted….there was only one answer…to give BIRTH. Now.
Six days later it happened. I told my doctor I didn’t feel right and had been contracting. He brushed me off a little saying since they took me off the terbulatine; I was probably just feeling the contractions more. They broke out the monitors to track the contractions, by this time I had gained 80 pounds, yes 80 pounds, my belly was huge and it looked ridiculous with a monitor for each baby the noise was unnerving. Guess What? You’re in labor, call you husband, it’s time. Wait…I’m not ready - it’s too soon.
February 20, 2002 - 10:40 am Alexa Nicole is born, 10:41 am Jessica Ann is born, 10:42 am William Theodore is born