As soon as we found out that I was going to have triplets, all of our plans changed. We had to think about all of the logistics involved with having multiples. From what car to buy to how many diapers we were going to use a day. We also had to consider the posibility of having complications. And just the though was very scary. We were advised of everything that can go wrong, from having premature labor to children with health problems. We were also told by our Neonatologist that we could choose to reduce the amount of babies we had. Something that we would never do. In our hearts we wanted all of them. The price was steep (it could cost my life or the life of the babies). But we could not play God and choose one to be reduced.
It is our belief that God only gives you what you can handle. And he is right. The first 20 weeks of pregnancy were mild in comparison with what other have gone through. I went to the emergency room only twice. Just to be safe, and get check up.
At 18 weeks, we were able to find out if they were boys, girls of a mix of the two. My husband had his heart in his hands during the ultrasound. The technician started with baby A. Well, this one was easy, its a girl. And then baby B, another girls. When she got to baby C, my husband already knew, it would be another girl. I could see his heart breaking and rejoicing at the same time. He would not have his highly desired boy this time, but three more beautifull girls.
At 20 weeks, my doctor put me on bed rest. But as you know, I have a two year old, who at the time was only 18 months. She could not understand why Mommy could not carry her anymore. It was very frustrating for both of us. She was still a baby after all. But I could not jeapordyze the health of the three babies.
So with time she accepted this new situation. but bed rest was not a piece of cake, as most may think. i was feeling very odd, my heart was racing, I felt dizzy at time, tired all the time. i was not able to stand for long periods of time. It definetly made things harder. But as time went by, we kept thinking of how the little ones were growing. And they did that very well. Every visit that we had showed them healthy and growing according to plan.
By 27 weeks I started having contractions frequently. These were what they call braxton hicks contractions. I was very scared. we went to the ER another 4 times. During one of these visits we actually stayed for two days. The doctors decided to give me steroids for the babies lungs, in case I was having premature labor. But luckly the contractions went away and we were sent home.
By 30 weeks, the doctors were very hapy with our progress, and determined that the best time to deliver the girls would be at 34 weeks. I was a little skeptical. I wanted them to be in my belly until they were ready. I seam odd to me to determine the day they would be born. But the doctors were certain they would be ready at 34 weeks, and if we waited longer the risks would almost doubled.
We were getting close to the delivery day, and we began to have doughts about delivering at 34 weeks. Was it really the right thing to do?
to be continued...........