When we first discovered that we were having triplets, I remember one of the midwives in London telling me to always expect the unexpected in relation to this pregnancy and not to jump to any conclusions or guess how things would go.
I don’t think I took this advice very seriously until last Wednesday, January 11th when I was told that there was intermittent absent blood flow to the smallest baby and that there was a slight chance we would deliver within a few days.
I have been resting up really well for the last few weeks, my sickness is gone, I have a great appetite and it is hard to equate feeling this well with a blood flow issue and with imminent delivery. I was admitted immediately to hospital until delivery whenever that may be.
It was an emotional day and it was hard to deal with the news that we could have 3 children within a few days. There are times when I think that I have my head around this whole triplet thing but at very sobering moments like last Wednesday I sometimes think that I won’t fully believe it until I see the three of them in all their glory. John was in London for work but was returning the next day and thankfully he was back for the Friday 13th scan. Friday 13th January turned out to be a very lucky one for us as the scan showed that the blood flow to the smallest baby had normalised and we could breathe a temporary sigh of relief.
Being limited to a hospital bed is not in anyway enjoyable and it is a funny position which I find myself in. On the one hand, I don’t want these babies out until March as they are in the best possible place and growing really well but at the same time, I question my own sanity if I am to stay here for another 6 or 7 weeks. It is definitely a time when you need to dig deep for mental strength and once again the day by day approach is the only way to take it. I am beginning to experience that maternal instinct and after 31 years of only really looking after number 1, it is an interesting sensation realising that you are no longer your own first priority (sorry John, maybe that should happen on your wedding day!!)
Whenever I feel slightly sorry for myself, I pull myself together and consider the bigger picture. It’s all about these three little bears…
John and I had a tour of the NICU (Neonatal intensive care unit) on Sunday which was a real eye opener and it really highlighted how every day in the womb makes a difference. It was very reassuring to see some tiny babies who were delivered around the 26 week gestation period and to see how well they are doing and it was beneficial to become familiar with the various pieces of apparatus and beeping machines to avoid the shock factor whenever we are in there looking at our three in incubators.
For now, I must continue to rest here and it is made easier by visits from family and friends with deliveries of lovely food and treats. I am also being really closely monitored with scans every second day and constant monitoring of blood pressure and of the babies’ heartbeats. Of course I am still trying to guess when they will arrive and predict what is going to happen…. but it could be a matter of days or weeks… expect the unexpected!!