That was all for now.
I was dismissed.
As if I'd been told that the shoes I wanted weren't available in my size and not that I was pregnant with triplets.
Oh and by the way, the Doctor couldn't see me right now.
Did I mind coming back in one and a half hours.
"No. No I don't mind" is what I said. But that's not what I was thinking...
Kind of a broad question.
Where to start?
From the beginning I guess.
Sounds too good to be true or something out of Rumpelstilskin?
Pretty close except this is no fairy tale and admission is the life of your child.
That my offspring would be born premature.
Impossible to know you say.
Not when you're pregnant with Triplets!
Actual ultrasound: 7.5 weeks gestation.
November is Prematurity Awareness Month. My peers and I have created a blog hop to support all those that have travelled this road and all those that unfortunately will. Be sure to check out the other blog posts listed at the bottom of this post.
Here is an excerpt of The Zoo's NICU Story.
My three doctors informed me that if everything went according to plan, I would deliver at 36 weeks (something to do with placental deterioration). If I didn't make it that far then surely I would make it to the average gestation for Triplets: 32w4d. Christmas Day was 32w4d. We'd call them Rudolph, Donner and Blitzen.
They tried to talk to me about the risk of delivering earlier (amongst other things) but I would hear nothing of it. Perhaps it was for the better. There was nothing I could do anyways.
