After my second marriage had failed I decided to be sterilized, thinking that after having had my two girls I was done with having more. After four years of being a lonely, single parent, I met a wonderful man who accepted my girls as his own. What a relief to have someone else share the decision-making and disciplining!
After two years of marriage, I regretted having had my tubes tied, as my husband wanted a son. After going through countless fertility injections and finally having four eggs removed and fertilized, we were told I was finally pregnant. At the six week check-up, we saw and heard three little hearts beating. I can't begin to describe the joy we felt. My husband was so pleased and shocked that he was going to become a father for the first time, and to three little miracles!
At 18 weeks we discovered that we were having two boys and a little girl. Up until 33 weeks my pregnancy progressed as though I was having a single baby. My stomach was growing at a steady pace and I was trying very hard to keep my weight from climbing.
One night, when my husband and I went out to dinner, I knew something was wrong. The room seemed to be closing in on me and my blood "felt” hot. As I got up to go to the bathroom it suddenly felt as though I had no legs. I was floating on clouds. I collapsed and was rushed to the nearest hospital, where I was so impressed with the interest level I received, and the quality of care for my unborn triplets, that it finally became my birthing hospital.
That night I was attached to three baby monitors, detecting the heart beats. My baby girl's heartbeat was very faint, and kept disappearing off the screen. It turned out that she was being squashed by her brother. From then on I was put on mild bedrest and medication to control my blood pressure levels. By 35 weeks I was so huge I couldn't drive a car; the steering wheel could no longer be adjusted to suit my huge belly. My feet were constantly in water to cool them down and I slept sitting up in a chair.
At 38 weeks, my doctor informed us that our daughter had stopped gaining weight and it was time for the babies to be born. A C-section was scheduled, and on 27 March 2001, my first-born son was born weighing five pounds and ninety one ounces (two kilos, seven hundred grams). My tiny daughter weighed four pounds, two ounces (one kilo, nine hundred grams), and finally her second brother arrived weighing five pounds, eleven ounces (two kilos, three hundred grams). After three days in hospital they came home with us.
Our beautiful babies will be two years old next month, and are keeping us very busy. Early in the pregnancy, we were given the choice to terminate one or two of the babies. If God had wanted me to only have one baby, then only one egg would have been fertilized. I believe that He gives us what he thinks we can handle.