After finding out I was pregnant with triplets, read all about that in PART I, so many questions came to mind. I’m 4’11, 125 lbs soaking wet. How would I be able to carry 3 healthy babies to full term (34-35 weeks is considered full term for triplets) in my petite body? How would it feel having 3 babies (6 arms and legs) moving and kicking around? I knew a lot of people who had twins, but not triplets. I only saw that on tv. I had no one I could turn to, to answer any of my questions or comfort me about the unknown.
Early in my pregnancy, what is known as morning sickness, became morning, noon and night sickness for me. I was literally sick to my stomach. I had triple the amount of hormones in my body than a woman who is pregnant with one baby. Crazy right?! I barely left the house because I threw up everywhere I went. I was considered high risk of course, because there were 4 lives that had to be monitored including mine. I had OB visits every 2 wks and I also had to see a perinatologist (specialist for high risk pregnancies). After speaking with my doctor, she advised me she wouldn’t let me go past 34 weeks pregnant and would have to take the babies out via C-section. With my small body frame as I got bigger it would put myself and the babies lives at risk if I went past 34wks. So that was my goal! Each week that past was a milestone for me. One step closer to carrying my babies to full term.
At 5 months
Some women at 5 months are just starting to get a little baby bump and here I was with a full on penguin walk, could barely breathe, looking like I was about to give birth, and Braxton Hicks contractions (false labor contractions which felt like real ones) all day, every day.
Because I was pregnant with triplets, that meant ONE good thing, I got to see the babies more often since I had to get checked frequently. Another reason I had to get checked so often was
•Cardiologist for my heart issues
•Perinatologist (High-risk doctor)
•Hematologist 2x a week for iron infusions
This became a
At 32 weeks exactly, my dad was driving me to my hematology appointment for my iron infusion, and he looked at me with such a worried look on his face and told me I needed to call my doctor because I wasn’t looking good at all. My eyes were sunken in and had dark circles. Besides my belly getting bigger by the minute I was losing weight because I couldn’t eat and hadn’t eaten in 2wks. Nothing would go down. I could barely walk. I looked like a zombie. At this point, I was getting delirious and delusional. These babies were sucking the life out of me. After my appointment, I called my doctor and told her I couldn’t do this anymore, these babies needed to come out now and I felt like I was going to die. These babies were about to kill me. She made a phone call and told me
August 15, 2018, at 33 weeks (1 week shy of my goal) I delivered my triple healthy blessings, thankfully without any blood transfusions or serious complications:
Baby A~ Jewel
Baby B~ Jhem Maya ~3lbs 3oz
Baby C~ Jhené Marley ~4lbs
After spending nearly 2 weeks in the hospital for severe dehydration and seeing countless specialists, I was finally cleared to go home. Unfortunately this meant going home without my babies who needed to stay in the NICU (Neonatal Intensive Care Unit) to be monitored.
I hope you enjoyed reading, just as much as I loved sharing my story! Comment below, I would love to hear some of your amazing/challenging pregnancy stories.
Until next time,