Tomorrow, Joseph, Phillip, and Hailey turn three years old. I can't believe that it's already been three years since they were born. They say that time flies, and I am seeing that to be 100% true. Three years ago tomorrow I was lying in bed planning to finally watch the BBC 6 hour miniseries of Pride and Prejudice starring Colin Firth as Mr. Darcy. However, my plans to do so were tossed aside when Joseph's water broke at 4:00 in the morning. A few hours later, my children were born via C-section seven weeks premature.
Everyone who wants to be a parent has dreams of what it will be like when their children are born. They dream of holding them as soon as they were delivered. They dream of having them in the room with them, and of how perfect everything will be. I'm fairly certain that no one dreams of having their babies taken to a sterile room, and then whisked away to the NICU while they (the mother) are taken to a completely different hospital ward for surgical recovery. I remember driving myself absolutely crazy with worry over what was happening with them, how they were, would they know me when I was finally permitted to see them.
I don't know how much time passed before I was wheeled in on a stretcher to where my babies were lying in their incubators. I knew they would be small, but I had no clue just how small they would be. Joseph, who was biggest, was just over four pounds, and I was told that this was a good size for a premie multiple. I remember seeing him, Phillip, and Hailey lying there, and I became determined to get as strong as possible, as quickly as possible so I could spend as much time as possible at their side, and I did just that.
Let me tell you, you haven't experienced a weird birthday, until you have your parents bring you restaurant food and make a buffet dinner at the hospital cafeteria. That was my 29th birthday that year.
Going home was extremely difficult. Being in the hospital sucked on so many levels, however it enabled me to see the kids as often as I wanted. I couldn't do that from home, especially since I couldn't drive yet. Thank god for Brian, and his taking me wherever I wanted, and for his help with everything baby. He was a total rock. That plus our wonderful families got us through it all, and soon, one by one the babies came home.
Now the triplets run around the house like crazy. They love music, singing, art, and dance class. They have distinct, wonderful personalities. They are growing and learning new skills at an astonishing rate, and Brian and I couldn't be prouder.
Happy birthday babies! I hope you like your cake on which the Avengers are fighting Princess Sophia, Captain Hook, Nemo and Dori. We love you guys!