For a few weeks, the doctors had been warning me that the babies would be here soon, sometime between “tomorrow” and six weeks from then. Having never had babies before, I assumed that the babies would stick to my plan and arrive mid-January 2019. It would be best for them and me and how hard could it be to keep some babies where they belong? Answer: Impossible.

On Wednesday, November 28, 2018, I started to feel contractions. I didn’t know it was contractions. I felt them Wednesday night through Thursday. After Brise came home from work, the mystery discomfort I was feeling continued. I wasn’t sure what it was (I didn’t suspect contractions, though, because it wasn’t time for those and what I felt didn’t match what everyone had told me contractions would be). I searched google, couldn’t figure it out, called a couple friends who are new mothers (and therefore couldn’t answer), and finally called Brise’s mom. Brise’s mom said we should go to the hospital just to be checked out - the worst they’d do is send me home. So away we went. We arrived at approximately 8:30 P.M. and I fully expected them to send me home. I explained that I was having pain lasting approximately 45 seconds every 3-4 minutes and I was confused. Well, they weren’t confused and by 11:00 I was in the operating room. By 11:30, all three of our babies had been delivered and whisked off to the care of medical teams. At 26.5 weeks, the babies will need a lot of assistance from skilled medical staff, loving family, and prayer. We will use this blog to keep everyone updated on their progress!