Write's Workshop: "I will never Forget..."

Two years ago today, life changed. I was 26 weeks pregnant with the babies and I had a normal doctors appointment for a cervical ultrasound to check and make sure that it was holding up.

My cervix had been shortening through out the pregnancy but that is normal as the babies grow bigger and put more and more weight on the cervix. When and if it gets to short, bed rest is needed, possibly hospitalization.

I drove myself to the hospital and waddled to the office, signed in and waited my turn. I was called back, disrobed from the wait down and waited for the measurements to be made.

This was the routine every other week. My measurements had been in the 30's but this time I knew that something was not good. I saw it in the technician's eyes.

"It's at 14 and down to 4 with pressure. Get dressed and I will go and get the doctor."

With that, she left. Not another word. I had not idea what was going to happen next. The doctor came in.

"Well, you are going to the hospital to stay. Some one will take you there. Good luck to you."

And she left. I was alone in the room. The tone she used to say those words implied that I had done something wrong. That I was in some way responsible for this. There was a phone in the room. As I reached for the phone, I noticed that my hands were shaking. I called Jeff and work and as soon as I heard his voice, I lost it. The tears began to run down my face. I was barely able to get the words out.

Our call was interrupted by a nurse who was going to take my to triage at Labor and Delivery. I sucked in my sobs, wiped my face and got in the wheelchair.

When I was alone again the tears began to flow once more. I had no idea what was going to happen. I had no idea if the babies were alright, if I would be able to stay pregnant much longer, if I was going to deliver tonight. I was afraid, I was alone, I was weeping and I ached for my family.

The Dr. C came into the room. He saw my distress, took a seat next to me and held my hand. And he said those words that I so needed to hear, "Everything is going to be alright."

He explained that I was going to be admitted to the hospital possibly for the duration of my pregnancy. I was not showing any signs of labor and I was not going to have babies tonight or in the near future if he had anything to say about it.

That was all I needed, some compassion and comfort. I will never forget this moment. Something so simple he probably didn't even give it a second thought, meant the world to me and gave me the will to find my strength.

I ended up being in the hospital for 4 weeks and then was discharged at 30 weeks. I was able to be at home for 4 more weeks and have deliver the babies at 34 weeks.

This was a truly amazing time in my life. A time that I learned a lot about my self, my Faith, my husband and my family. I could not have gotten through any of it without those people. I was also blessed with a vast number of prayer warriors. I could feel those prayer and it was a pure blessing.

This is a post that I wrote just a few days before I was discharged home. I feel that I sums up my feelings of what amazing journey my triplet pregnancy was. I truly was and am blessed.

First, I want to thank every one for flooding heaven with prayers on behalf of the babies and me. Last week, I was kinda in a funk and crabby. I feel that I lost sight of the good things that are happening around me and what remarkable things the Lord has done for me.

First and foremost, the most remarkable thing that is I am carrying three healthy babies. Although at times it is not fun and can be very uncomfortable, it is still a great blessing. All three babies are doing so well and growing like weeds. Their weights are as follows; Quinn 3 lbs 12 oz, Jacob 4 lbs 1 oz and Claire 3 lbs. I have now passed Hayden's birth weight. He topped the scales at 10 lbs, 10 oz and I am now carrying 10 lbs 13 oz of babies. There is only one words that can be said, Remarkable.

The second thing that amazes me is all the love and support that I get from my family and friends. The fact that so many people are out there praying for me and my family. I truly can feel God's presence and support. Remarkable.

Last but certainly not the end, is the fact that I have been able to carry these babies for 30 weeks with the hopes of going to 34 weeks. I did not realize this significance until Jeff and I visited the Neonatal unit. Everyone we talked with, was so impressed and over joyed that I was 30 weeks. To me it just seemed like another number in my count down but after seeing those tiny babies, I now know it is Remarkable.

I am now going to try and enjoy the ride that this journey is taking me on. This ride will soon be over and I want to try and see all the remarkable things about it.

It is good to remember this life changing time, a time that I will never forget. This post was the result of one of the prompts from Writer's Workshop and the anniversary of my hospital admission. Go see what other's wrote about.