I’m telling you what this post is about in clear, bold letters so you can choose whether or not you wish to read it. There’s some difficult news, but as always, there’s a thread of hope in there as well.
Most of you know that I was surprised and delighted to find out that we were expecting a baby. YAY! Then we discovered we were having triplets. YAY, but WHA-?! We soon found out that one of the triplets had passed away, and we’re now expecting twins. Although deeply saddened by the loss of our child, we’re still excited for the twins, and hoped both would be healthy.
Some things are not meant to be. At my last appointment, we discovered that while one of the babies seems healthy and shockingly active (hello, Olympics!) the other one spends her time curled into a tiny ball. (We don’t actually know gender yet, but in my heart, this dear one is a baby girl.) It turns out that this baby has quite a bit of fluid on the brain, as well as too much fluid in the spine. The doctor, an extremely kind man, told me that this baby most likely won’t survive until birth, and if she does, she’ll probably only live a few hours.
I didn’t know how to take this, quite honestly. After losing the first child, it didn’t even cross my mind that we could lose a second. While I was still processing the new information, he informed me that the death of the second baby could cause my body to go into preterm labor, and we could perhaps lose the third.
Carrying triplets and then watching them disappear one by one seems too cruel to be real. It’s been an extremely difficult couple of weeks, but I’ve determined that there are still two babies at this point, and the game is still going on. While there is sorrow, there is still hope, and I choose to cling to it. After all, it’s what has gotten me this far in life, and I have never regretted preparing for the worst while hoping for the best.