September 22, 2009 is like my D-Day; it is my "day which will live in infamy." I shall call it T-Day. It is the day my life changed forever. That's right - it's the day I had my first ultrasound and found out I was pregnant with triplets. Today is the first anniversary of the day that changed my life forever.
I was scheduled to have an ultrasound at 9 weeks, which apparently is rare. The doctor decided to code it as "viability" because I had some minor spotting that was concerning. For the first ultrasound, they like to have the father present to go over genetic history. At first, Robin didn't want to come - he didn't think it was necessary, but I convinced him to come. I'm so thankful he was there.
I'm on the table looking up at the ultrasound on the monitor. I have no idea what I'm looking at or looking for. The ultrasound tech is very quiet, but I don't get the vibe that anything is unusual. I think she's just checking everything out. I'm not sure what can even be seen at such a early stage in the pregnancy. The first words out of her mouth are, "were you taking fertility drugs." I'm completely taken aback. I have no idea why she would ask such a question. The obvious answer doesn't even occur to me. I so "no" in a tone that probably expressed some offense. Now, you have to remember, she hasn't said a word yet - maybe some small talk like "is this your first pregnancy", etc., but nothing about the baby. Immediately after I said "no," she said, "well, you're pregnant with triplets." Boom, pow, punch to the stomach. What?!?! Within seconds, the image of a huge stroller pops into my head, and I burst out crying. My husband started laughing. And, just like that the ultrasound was over.
I can't even really remember too much after that. I'm not sure if she had someone else come in to confirm or not. I do remember being taken to another room where a doctor came in (I'd never met this doctor before) to "answer any questions I might have." She also informed me that they cannot see me because they do not handle higher-order multiple pregnancies. I was directed to see Dr. Kent Heyborne at Swedish. As we left, I felt like all of the staff was staring at me. I was still crying. I'm sure the people in the waiting room thought that I had lost a baby or something.
I'm so glad that Robin was with me that day. I thought I was having a bad dream or an out of body experience. I'm not sure that I would have believed that it really happened had I been there alone.
I had planned to not tell ANYONE about the pregnancy until we hit the 12 week mark, which is when the chance of miscarriage dramatically drops. This news, though, I could not keep to myself. In the car ride home, I kept trying to call my mom, but she wasn't answering. So, I called my dad. Then I tried my mom again, but she still wasn't answering. So, I called my good friend, Erica. I've known her since we were in junior high. She knows me well, and she started laughing. Of all the people she knows, I was the last one that would/should have triplets. Karma got me that day. I was very sad. But, don't get me wrong, I'm so happy today. I don't know what I would do without my girls. They light up my life, and now, instead of making me cry, they make me smile all the time - especially when they smile. It melts my heart.