Well, I figured this would be the easiest way to keep everyone updated on our new, much larger, family!
A little backstory on the triplets’ birth…
It all started on Father’s Day. We got back from our day pass (after being in the hospital so long they take pity on you and let you leave grounds for dinner every few days) and Steven and Aiden headed home. I started having contractions and nausea/heartburn around 9pm. Under one of the MFM (Maternal Fetal Medicine – they specialize in high-risk pregnancies)’s guidance, the docs were banned from checking/touching me until my water broke. I think they were afraid that the mere act of looking at me would set me into labor. Either that, or the MFM had a bet riding on a certain day and didn’t want to lose. One of the two.
So I was pretty miserable all night long, begging that either it stop or finally do something. Around 7am on 20 June, I decided to go ahead and get out of bed and go to the bathroom. Needless to say, within three or four steps I started to get excited. After making it to the bathroom, I called out and had my roommate (a really sweet girl) call the nurses for me. That’s when things got amusing. I was literally sitting there clapping my hands and laughing maniacally. You see, being 33 weeks pregnant with triplets does things to your mind. Even labor seems like a welcome relief from BH contractions and carrying 12+ pounds of baby!
My water had, indeed, broken. Some of the nurses were chill – they just kinda got me situated, hung out, no biggie. Some looked around, saw the commotion and that there were already too many cooks in the kitchen, and bowed out gracefully. Some were nervous wrecks, checking heartbeats, doing manual checks for prolapsed cords, etc etc. It was all quite a comedy.
Around 730 they finally wheeled me over to L&D to get me ready. They got the IV’s placed (numbers 8, 9, and 10 of my hospital stay). Thankfully, in the meantime, Steven had just dropped Aiden off at our good friends’ house for his normal playday anyways, because we thought Steven would be working that day. He then headed straight here, calling work on the way to let them know he wouldn’t be in that day.
By the time he got there, he got scrubbed up, we got our GATORS scrub caps on (after being a resident patient, they let you bring your own!), and we headed to OR1. 9:12am they put up the drape. 9:14 the first incision was made. 9:18, Jacen came out kicking and screaming, shoving his sisters out of the way, at 4 pounds 10 ounces. 9:19, Jaina came out screaming weighing 3 pounds 12 ounces. Finally at 9:19 Valerie came out (poor baby girl, she fought to be first the entire pregnancy and ended up last!), weighing 3 pounds 15 ounces. They all had APGAR’s of 8/9, and after a quick kiss, them and daddy headed off to the NICU to get them assessed.
Thankfully, Dr. Langan was there that day. She has been my rock through the pregnancy – she did 28/29 BPP (biophysical profile – it’s an ultrasound every morning at 7am) and put up with all of my questions and complaining. I think we both would have cried had she missed it! Dr. Miller (my MFM and OB I’d seen all pregnancy) was the main doc on the surgery. Everything went perfectly, and here we are now!