PART 3
Within hours, everything was arranged.
My husband dropped our 13-month-old daughter off with family, found someone to care for our 11-year-old, packed a bag for me, and prayed that everything would be okay.
A medical transport team came from Houston.
I was flown from Atlanta to Texas while still pregnant with all three girls.
When we arrived, the doctors took me straight into surgery.
I had to remain awake throughout the procedure.
The plan was to use a laser to treat the blood-flow problem in the umbilical cord and hopefully allow Baby A to start growing again.
It felt like our last chance.
A “Hail Mary.”
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The next day, the doctors performed an ultrasound.
I held my breath.
Then they told me:
All three babies were alive and doing well.
Our prayers had been answered.
I had arrived in Texas terrified that I might lose my babies.
Now I was going home…
still pregnant with three babies.
I returned to Atlanta determined to make it to at least 28 weeks.
But my body was struggling.
At 26 weeks and 3 days, I was enormous.
I was in constant pain.
My body was telling me it couldn’t keep going much longer.
On March 28, 2019, I called my OB’s office and told them the pain wouldn’t stop.
They told me not to come to the office.
“Go straight to the hospital.”
When I arrived around 10 p.m., they examined me.
The doctor looked at me and said:
“You’re about 4 centimeters dilated and you’re contracting.”
I asked if I could go home and try to hold on longer.
The answer was no.
I had to deliver the babies.
Because I was carrying triplets, the doctors needed time to get the necessary team ready.
They decided to try to hold off the delivery until 8 a.m.
Those hours felt endless.
I knew my babies were coming far too early.
I knew they would be tiny.
And I had no idea what the next few months would look like.
Then morning came.
March 29, 2019.
At 8:03 a.m., Baby A arrived.
One minute later, at 8:04, Baby B arrived.
And at 8:05, Baby C arrived.
Three girls.
Three minutes.
Three lives.
But I couldn’t see them.
An unforeseen fever meant I couldn’t hold or even see my daughters until three days after they were born.
My husband tried to prepare me.
He told me they were incredibly tiny.
They were inside incubators.
They were surrounded by machines.
When I finally saw them…
I couldn’t believe my eyes.
They were so tiny they could almost fit in the palm of my hand.
But to me, they were perfect.
