Today is my 26th birthday.
As I look around at some of my former classmates and friends of the same age, I see people who are traveling the world, finishing up extra schooling, starting careers, getting married, or just having their first child. And then there’s me — about to have FOUR kids. No, it’s not something I had planned for myself at this age. Then again, do you know anyone whose life turned out exactly as they planned? I certainly don’t. 🙂
I’m now on the down slope toward 30, and I can’t believe it. Greg and I often chat about the age we ARE versus the age we FEEL. On paper, I’m a working adult who’s married, has a child, pays taxes, and owns property. In my mind, I sometimes still feel like a kid who’s just “playing house.” I’ve technically been an adult now for eight years — but it doesn’t always feel like it. I suppose that’s a good thing. Just because you get older, doesn’t mean you have to stop liking things like Disney movies, candy, Kool-aid, or the playground. In fact, I think that’s one of the reasons why Greg is so great at his job. He relates well to his 7th and 8th graders because he’s still (and probably always will be) a kid at heart.
But I’m actually not writing this post to talk about birthdays or ages.
I’m writing this post to ask for your prayers over the next 10 weeks.
Since my first doctor’s visit after finding out about the triplets, I’ve learned that the riskiest time of a multiple pregnancy isn’t towards the end (as I always thought). It’s actually during middle pregnancy — 20-30 weeks. Why? Because past 30 weeks, babies may be tiny and need to spend some time in the NICU, but they’re still much stronger and more developed than a 20-something-week baby. The earliest a baby has ever been born and survived is 22 weeks. I’ve asked both of my doctors so far if there’s anything I can do to reduce the risks of pre-term labor in this window, and they both said “NOTHING.” That’s the worst part. It doesn’t matter how easy I take it. Even bed rest would be pointless at this stage. There’s nothing you can do but pray.
From the beginning of this journey, I’ve had confidence that I’m going to go as full-term as possible and have an uneventful pregnancy. But is that really called confidence? Or being naive? I’ve realized that I need to strike a balance between believing we can make it to 33-35 weeks (don’t laugh, triplet moms…) and the possibility that we won’t. While choosing to ignore the risks can catch you off guard later, it still doesn’t discount the importance of hope and the belief that you can change the odds.
So, will you pray for us these next 10 weeks? Pray that I won’t go into pre-term labor — and that if I do, the doctors will implement the right solutions to keep the babies inside as long as possible. Pray that I’ll be a good vessel for the babies to grow. Pray that the babies will grow big and healthy — and that my belly can stretch to accommodate! (Because right now, it doesn’t seem possible!) 🙂
Lastly, I’ll leave you with a birthday card my sister sent this week. So hilarious and appropriate. (Note the crossed out/replaced names.)