I’m currently 31 weeks pregnant and the count down is on. I had a scan last Thursday and all 3 babies seem to be growing beautifully. Triplet 1 is engaged and weighing approximately 1.5kg, triplet 2 is our biggest coming in at 1.7kg and triplet 3 with the most room is almost 1.5kg. They are thinking I might make it for another 3 weeks….if I’m good and rest of course.
I’m not sure what it’s like to be pregnant with 1 or 2 for that matter, but the third trimester is a whole new ball game with 3 on board. I didn’t realise how much my body would change and how amazing it seems to cope supplying for four, including myself. Although having said that, I have never been to the doctor as much as I have now that I’m pregnant. The start of this trimester I got a chest infection and just last week I got an eye infection (yep, really good look). Luckily antibiotics have cleared up both infections in no time at all.
I am seriously overwhelmed with the generosity of our friends and family. Just last week, a friend who recently had a beautiful baby boy posted all his little clothes from Sydney, costing them an absolute fortune. My family have supplied us with their maternity clothes, old toys and extra baby clothes. I know I keep saying this but we are truly blessed to have such amazing people in our lives.
I stil have no idea what the sex of the babies are, our final names and when they might come. I am thinking we should have a sweep with our friends. Do you have any ideas???
So the next couple of weeks is just a waiting game. I have my bag packed ready and the freezer stocked with ready made meals for when we are travelling back and forth from hospital. I’m actually starting to get excited. Just yesterday I was sitting in bed and had a thought that in no time at all we will have 3 little bundles surrounding us. Until next time xxx
The 12 week scan changed everything. At this point it became so much more than a concept or an idea. It’s no longer about me. It’s about these little humans growing inside of me.
We had been continually told to prepare ourselves for losing 1, 2 or all 3 of the babies in the first trimester. But we didn’t. The 12 week scan was so much more than identifying if any of the babies had down syndrome, it was about seeing if this pregnancy was actually real. And it is, they were all there and doing so incredibly well. We saw so much more than the black hole and hearing the heart beats which we had previously seen and heard in the 4 and 8 week scans. We saw whole humans in there…and 3 of them. They were all stacked neatly on top of each other with the bottom two sucking their thumbs and the top triplet sucking his/her fingers. We saw legs, arms, hearts, kidney’s, heads…everything you expect to see at 12 weeks. It was truly incredible.
We were told that if I was to carry triplets, we’ve given them the perfect combination. This meaning that the triplets were all fraternal, living in their own sacks with their own food supply. Our risk of various things going wrong had dramatically reduced. Although our risk hadn’t disappeared completely, it was considerably lowered. These words out of the doctors mouth was exactly what we needed to hear. The weight which we had been carrying around for the first 3 months had been lifted.
From this point it didn’t matter if I couldn’t go on my runs. It didn’t matter if I couldn’t drink alcohol at the numerous weddings, hen parties, engagement parties and birthday parties we had (including Pat’s 30th). It didn’t even matter if I wanted that coffee (or 2) a day. All that mattered was that these 3 little darlings could grow, develop and were given the best chance at life.
On reflection, I was completely selfish in the first trimester. I was sort of in denial that no matter what I did, they wouldn’t be able to survive, so I thought I may as well just carry on with my life. The stats scared me. So if I wanted a wine I had one. If I wanted to go for a 10km run, I did. If I wanted to coffee, I most definitely didn’t deprive myself of it. Now everything has changed. I wouldn’t dream of doing anything that could possibly damage or hurt these babies. They were real and ours and we are completely responsible for them. So if they want a chocolate chip cookie…they get one 🙂
Now it’s great. Whilst I’m growing quickly, I feel great. I’m not always hungry or wanting to vomit or even that tired. I’m now at 17 weeks and things are most definitely looking up…I’ll fill you in on the last 5 week in the next blog.