My World As I know it...

A common question that I hear is... How can you have identical triplets? Well, from what I found out there are actually two possible ways. One way is a single fertilized egg will split into two eggs, followed by one of the split-eggs will then split again. A second way is for the original fertilized egg will split once then both of those eggs will split again. A common mis"conception" is that identical multiples are hereditary, which in fact they are not. It is fraternal multiples that are hereditary. People in science know what happens when eggs split, however they have yet to figure out why it occurs. For those with triplets or other higher order multiples, each day in the life of your children is like a roller coaster ride. You will have your high and you will definitely have your lows. My triplet boys are 8 years old so I will be discussing my personal experiences with them up to their current age, then I will contact other mothers for their personal experiences and insight.

INTRODUCTION… Let’s Start at the Beginning

Let me start off by telling you a little bit about the pregnancy. My husband and I had been trying to get pregnant for about 18 months to no avail. I had gone in for my yearly pap smear and mentioned it to the doctor. The doctor gave me a prescription for Clomid, a fertility pill that induces ovulation. A few months later, I discovered I was pregnant and made my first appointment. It was then that I found out I was carrying triplets, at 11 weeks with my first visit to the OB/GYN. Upon performing a vaginal ultrasound, the doctor discovered three fetuses and referred me to a neonatal specialist. In talking about the exciting news, the doctor mentioned that the clomid must have worked. I then grabbed my purse and pulled out the prescription paper. I had told him it was never filled and the office went to buzzing. This was exciting for them as natural spontaneous triplets are rare and occur in about 3% of triplet births. Every visit I had a level 2 sonogram which entailed measurements taken to watch for proper growth of their heads, limbs and bodies. Since my pregnancy was considered high risk I went in to the specialists’ office every three weeks. I had my first Braxton Hicks at 21 weeks gestation and remained in the hospital for one week. When I was released, I was put on “house rest” meaning that I could no longer work, my duties at the house was minimized and I could carry no more than 5 lbs., in which equaled to a single gallon of milk. From 21 weeks to 33 weeks gestation, I was in the hospital a total of 8 weeks due to Braxton Hicks and pre-term labor. Beginning at 28 weeks I was directed to strict bed rest and I could only get up to use the restroom. I was also put on home-monitoring. For home-monitoring, a box was connected to the phone line which monitored and counted any and all contractions that may have had and I had to wear a belt around my belly for an hour two times a day. At 33 weeks 2 days and 11am, I had just finished my monitoring and as soon as I had connected the phone back to the wall jack it began ringing with a nurse on the other end telling me to sit my rear end down and stop moving. I told her that I had been laying down and she informed me to get to the hospital as quick as I could because my contractions were 8 minutes apart. I could not feel them because I was stretched so much that I had minimal feeling anywhere on my belly. Of course by 5pm the doctor on call (not my regular doctor) was about to discharge me and I refused to sign the paperwork. By Saturday, the nurses had noticed that my output (urine) was not right in relation with my input (fluids). They began blood testing and it was determined that I had developed toxemia (more commonly termed now as pre-eclampsia). Within a 24 hour period I had gained 10 lbs. and was now on a more strict observation than the normal waiting game. My doctor did one final test on Monday morning and depending on its results would determine if he would deliver the babies on Tuesday or Wednesday. Tuesday morning came and I was miserable. It was hard to breathe and I could not get comfortable in any position. The tests came back fine and he decided he would deliver them on Wednesday. So he thought… about an hour after he left my room, one the sacs broke and the hysteria began.

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