The World Keeps Spinning

How can it have been 8 months since our baby girl, Isla, went to heaven? There are still times that I deny the fact that I’ve lost a child. When people make comments like, “Oh one of each, now you’re done!” I resist thinking about how I should have one more girl in the stroller. I stop myself from thinking how I had three babies growing in my womb, but only two made it back home with us. I try to block out October 5th, the absolute worst day of my life, and brush over the grief because I am, in all honesty… happy. It’s a weird state to find myself in…how can I be happy when I lost a baby? The truth is, I have to choose to be happy each day. I consciously choose happiness over the depressed emotions that come up with each milestone our children hit. I smile instead of tear up when I get little signs that she is around. I make the effort to be a happy mom for Cameron and Quinn. Here are a few things I think of when I’m feeling down and need to switch my thinking.

God Winks

Some might call it coincidence, others might believe in the signs, but I know that Isla listens and visits when I most need it. A cardinal here, OKAY LET ME INTERRUPT RIGHT NOW… I was literally typing this and looked out my window and the FIRST thing I saw was a red cardinal. I can’t make this stuff up I’m telling you, she is around. 

As I was saying… A cardinal here 🙂 , a beautiful sunset there, a random sighting of her name in an odd spot. I think it all means that she hears me pray to her, she watches over Cameron and Quinn, and she’s waiting for us in Heaven.

Our Time Together on Earth

Isla and I had an amazing stretch of time together. I felt her all the time (she was transverse in my ribs sooo when she moved I felt it), I saw her on ultrasounds weekly, and she was my first baby I held. These are the only times that I can cherish with her and I do. She was safe in me, she was so loved, and I held her as she went to Heaven.

Our Time Together in Heaven

I know that when I go to Heaven I will not only be greeted by loved ones, but that I will have my baby girl put into my arms to love and take care of for eternity. Isn’t that a tragically beautiful thought? Isla is the most perfect baby in Heaven and when I arrive, I get to mother her, together, forever.  I imagine her having this glow like clouds backlit from the sunrise, her eyes wide open and a smile on her face. We never saw her eyes because they were fused shut from prematurity, so what a glorious thought to have her bright eyed and placed in my arms when I cross over. It soothes my heart thinking of this day.

I still have times that I get overwhelmed, sad, angry and depressed. That is only natural, but to be the best mother to my surviving children I need to be able to embrace the good in life and learn to navigate the sorrow ❤


“Grief is like the ocean; it comes on waves ebbing and flowing. Sometimes the water is calm, and sometimes it is overwhelming. All we can do is learn to swim.”
-Vicki Harrison


I am a NICU Mom

I didn’t have a child placed in my arms after they were born. I didn’t hear the first cries. I didn’t see my children for four hours after my emergency c-section. I didn’t get to hold my babies until they were a month old. I didn’t have a normal introduction into parenting. I am a NICU Mom and you just don’t get it.

I wake up to a silent house, pump milk and put it into sterile hospital bottles, add a barcoded label with the time and date, and set it aside for my trip to see my babies. I get ready for the day and try to leave the house with enough time to make rounds at the hospital. I check in with the front desk ladies that have come to recognize me by my hair (they always compliment the red 🙂 ) and let me blow past the line to head to the NICU.

Up to the second floor, phone call into the NICU and give my ID numbers to be buzzed past the security doors. I scrub for 3 minutes- no rings, bracelets, hair ties, anything allowed on the hands. I wipe down my phone with a sterile cleaning solution and head through another set of doors into the NICU.

I smile and say hello to the nurses I’ve gotten close with over the past few months and walk over to my babies. They are either held by a nurse, in a crib/mommaroo, or being fed. I ask for the update and wait with a halted breath to hear about a scary episode that might’ve occurred since my last phone call or visit. “Cameron had an episode last night where his heart rate went into the 60s and his spO2 went into the 20s. It took some stimulation to get him back. The episode was about 90 seconds.” I process the information, sigh, because I can’t do anything about it, and then scoop up my baby to give some comfort and help my own anxiety melt away.

The day is filled with normal mom duties- changing diapers, feeding, snuggle time, pumping and trying to strategically plan when I can use the restroom. Sometimes, things are uneventful, other times I have to witness my child turn blue and I have to figure out how to make them breathe again. After about 6 hours, I have to leave my children with someone else and I head home. I arrive at our house, fill in Brian on the day with the babies, look at pictures and snuggle Bell. If I can make it to the gym I will, otherwise Brian and I just talk about how much we can’t wait for the babies to be home.

I’ve done this routine for 100 days.

This journey has gotten better as time has gone on. The first two months were full of new information, lab results, complications, transfers to U of M Children’s hospital and back, medical scares, small triumphs, and lots of stress. I can’t express to you the level of anxiety that I felt during October and November. I guess I don’t show it well on the outside, because people kept telling me how strong I was, but I had never felt weaker. When my phone went off for a simple text message my heart was racing because I thought it was a message from the hospital. You have to understand, Brian and I got the worst phone call possible with Isla, so from there on out every ding and notification we feared the worst.

It was stressful to be asked how things were going because where did you want us to start? Did you really want me to tell you that I was having nightmares of alarms going off in my head? Or that I would start to replay the day that Isla passed away and just cry myself to sleep? When you asked how I was doing did you really expect me to open up about everything and tell you how I was scared to get emotionally close to my children because I feared they wouldn’t make it? Did you want to know how Quinn’s blood gas was good yesterday, but is bad today and how they are trying to get her off the vent but it’s not working, so now they’re going to give her steroids but steroids have long term negative effects on mental development? Were you aware that when you told me I was so strong I was actually crying non-stop because after I got my reports on Cameron and Quinn I could only think about how there should be a third report on Isla?

It’s not your fault that simple questions evoked such strong emotions. We knew everything was coming from a place of concern, love and support, but that’s what went through my head. I appreciate you checking on me, Brian, and the babies. I felt so much love and support but it was hard to lean on it.

I’m not sure what I’m trying to accomplish with this post. A thank you for the support? An excuse for any curt behavior in the past few months? To shed light on what my life has been like for the past few months? To just type it out and let those emotions go? I don’t know. Regardless of the intention of this post I can tell you this, I cannot wait to be a normal mom and no longer a NICU mom.

Thankful, Grateful, & Blessed

Some days I have to give in to the emotions of everything that has happened to us and just feel it. Those are some of the hardest and most difficult days to endure. I cry and replay the days of sadness on repeat and feel every bit of emotion. Those extreme sorrows and dark, cloudy days also allow a full mental clarity of everything that has been going well and we have to be thankful for. I’m able to put away the sadness and really appreciate the gestures that have brought us happiness. I choose to focus on the positive people, experiences and blessings we have in our lives.

The amount of people that have reached out to us from near and far is so overwhelming, I can’t properly thank every person. So, I’d like to dedicate some words to groups of people that have been present for us during such a difficult time in our lives.

We have so many prayer groups, church members, and people that have no connection to us personally, bringing us up in their prayers and personal thoughts daily. We had Holy Water from Lourdes, France, sent to us to anoint our babies with; that’s pretty amazing. To all of these prayer warriors, good vibes senders, and anyone else that has just thought of us at some point, thank you. Thank you so much for having empathy and sending some form of healing our way. We do feel it, and these gestures mean so much to all of us.

Brian and I have spent countless hours in the car going back and forth from the hospital. It isn’t easy to grocery shop and cook right now. We are so thankful to everyone that has put a meal on our table and gas in our tank. Whether you drove all the way out and delivered food to our door, sent us gift cards to local restaurants and gas stations, or sent money in some form- Thank you. You have truly helped us have the time and energy to keep up this busy NICU parent lifestyle. Our lives have been made a little easier by your kindness.

As I mentioned, some days are plain difficult. Brian and I have received so many sympathy cards and gifts. Your kind words were soothing and the thoughtful gifts were very appreciated. Isla has a little spot in our home dedicated to her and it is decorated by these beautiful gifts and blessings that have been sent our way. Thank you.

We’re very blessed by our children, Quinn and Cameron. Quinn is doing much better and her lungs are developing well. She weighs 3lb 5oz and is a goofy little wiggle worm. We believe she has red hair, looks like a little monkey and is the cutest girl around ❤ Cameron has been growing and his lungs are also developing pretty well for being so premature. Cameron is 3lb 14oz and full of personality. His facial expressions and squeaks make us smile. He might have Brian’s cheekbones and will be the cutest boy on the block!


The Hills

Isla’s little spot ❤


Two days before I went into labor I had passed my glucose tolerance test and just gotten a giddy report from my doctor about how the babies were fantastic! He was very hopeful that I would make it to 30 weeks with no problem. I didn’t have any symptoms of labor, I was still exercising (swimming and walking) and overall I just felt huge, but fine.

Our baby shower was amazing and people were extremely generous. We had some items to still purchase with gift cards so on Friday, September 29th, Brian and I decided that we should take the opportunity to get those errands out of the way since he was off work. There is a nice bagel shop in Lake Orion that we stopped at and this is where I should’ve said, “let’s just go home.” I was leaned on the counter, tons of pressure in my pelvis, and generally in pain. The pain lasted for awhile, not a normal contraction that released, so I figured this was all because I had two babies that were head down and just giving me some trouble.

We continued to our first destination and the same feeling persisted. I had this crazy amount of pressure that I only attributed to my babies being low. It didn’t even cross my mind that this could be preterm labor. Maybe I should’ve stop looking at soaps and headed to the hospital? Brian and I hit two more stops before our errands were finished for the day. The same feeling continued, then started to dissipate, came back again, then not so much…

At home, around 10pm, I couldn’t get comfortable on the couch. The same feeling of pressure was happening but even stronger at this point. I hadn’t been able to get comfortable on our couch for a few weeks, so I opted to just go to bed early and try to sleep it off. I woke up at 230am from extreme pain. I have a very high pain tolerance, so for me to say that my pain was a 4 approaching a 5 is a lot. I couldn’t talk when the pain started, I was breathing in and out steadily to try and ride out the pain, and then it would go away…and come back 3 minutes later. This is when I finally realized I was having real contractions 3 minutes apart and I needed to get my ass to the hospital. I woke Brian up, told him we needed to go immediately, and we left. No bag, no toothbrush, no idea how crazy our lives were about to become.

On the way to the hospital my contractions were shortening- 3 minutes apart, 2.5 minutes apart, 2 minutes apart. Each one more painful than the last and I just had to breath best as I could. People were waiting for us when we arrived with a pink wheelchair and a pep in their step because they knew I had triplets and I was only 26 weeks.

I had a very high risk pregnancy, so there were only two doctors that I would see and they were both high risk, emergency MFM doctors and surgeons. I did not know that one of my doctors was in Atlanta, the one that we planned on doing the surgery from the start. This is just one little piece of drama that happened. Luckily, despite a delayed flight out of ATL, he made it before the surgery the next day.

Nurses, residents, nursing assistants, every single person was in my room checking me for something. First, they hooked me up to three heart rate monitors and a contraction monitor to check that the babies were okay and that I was indeed having contractions. The heart rate monitors were a joke. My belly was so round and they had to sit in such weird positions that they really never read properly. The baby would move and the nurse would come back to reposition them every 5 minutes. It turned into the nurse having to stay in my room the entire time. The nurse that stayed with us for 5 hours and didn’t shut up the entire time, “Stinker mcStink face is being naughty”, “Princess Petunia won’t stay put”, “Naughty McNauterson…”, you get the idea…

It was determined that I was indeed having strong contractions every 2 minutes. They needed to start medications to stop/ease those contractions. The resident needed to do a pelvic exam and noted that I was 4cm dilated with an amniotic sac present and my cerclage (stitch holding my cervix together), was behind the bag and failing. So, they couldn’t cut the stitch because they could rupture the bag. The probability of me giving birth to my babies went from maybe to 100% because of that exam. At the very least, I was going to be in the hospital for the remainder of my pregnancy. Medications were started, a catheter was inserted (extremely painful…), I wasn’t able to eat or drink anything, I was given a steroid shot, and the hope was that all of this would slow those contractions down and stop my cervix from dilating so the babies could stay in longer.

Finally, one of my doctors showed up to talk with me about what was happening. Up to this point, I had been working with residents and they were relaying information to the doctor and then they’d decide on the best course of action. I didn’t know that the doctor I was supposed to have present was still stuck in ATL and this doctor came to the hospital from his son’s soccer game. He sat with us for a long time and described the most probable course of action. He wanted me to last 12 hours after the first steroid shot so that I could get a second steroid shot to help the babies’ lungs develop. However, if I continued to dilate and my son continued to present himself they’d say screw the shot and take me into surgery. A neonatologist came and grabbed Brian to give him a tour of the NICU and to show him what a premature baby would look like at about 26 weeks gestation. I was checked again and while the contractions had slowed to every 7 minutes, I had continued to dilated to 5-6cm. The room was prepped for a vaginal delivery of a preemie because Cameron was already in the birth canal, but his bag hadn’t broken yet. The doctors were nervous I’d have to do a vaginal and emergency c-section.

My second doctor, the one stuck in ATL, came directly to the hospital from the airport. He released the first doctor and went over all of the labs, medications, symptoms, etc. with Brian and myself. At this point, we were given a choice. The second steroid shot had been administered, so, we could either just play things by ear and see how they go. Maybe I’d last 1-2 days before I would deliver. Or, we could schedule the c-section for that evening, knowing that we had the entire surgical team and neonatal teams ready to receive and take care of the babies. We opted to have the most controlled environment and schedule the c-section. Wanting to let the steroid take effect, the doctor gave us about an hour and a half before he would check my cervix again. When he came back, I was dilated to a 7, and he could feel my sons head. This scheduled c-section became an emergency c-section and I was prepped and wheeled out of the room within 20 minutes.

This is where things went crazy. If you’re weak stomached, you might just want to skip this part and know that in the end, I’m okay and my babies were born.

I went into the OR and was given a spinal, then laid down on the table. There were over 20 people in that room- a team for each baby and a team for me. I stopped counting. Once I was numbed up and strapped down, they brought Brian into the room to sit and hold my hand. The doctor then used a tool, hemostat I believe, to pinch around my belly and test that I was numb. I said ouch and everyone was convinced that I was experiencing pressure, not pain. Like I said before, I have a high pain tolerance, so it’s hard for me to distinguish if this was pain or pressure. Apparently my blood pressure was tanking so they needed to start immediately. The doctor made his incision and I looked up at the anesthesiologist and asked if he cut me, she said yes. I told her I felt it. They started to pull and do what they do for a c-section and I. felt. everything. I was in so much pain I started sobbing uncontrollably. They kicked Brian out of the room. I had a mask put over my face and a man with the brightest blue/green eyes kept telling me to take slow deep breaths. Unfortunately, I couldn’t. They were still working on getting the babies out, I could feel the pain, I was hyperventilating. I just prayed over and over that the medication would work so the pain would stop. I just stared into those eyes and kept praying. The bright blue/green eyes are burned into my brain.

I lost 1.7L of blood and almost needed a transfusion. The surgery took 2 hours to clean me up. We couldn’t see our babies for four hours because the neonatal teams were still working on them.

When we were finally wheeled in to see our babies I just broke down crying. I saw Isla first and she was just so small. All the tubes and machines connected to my tiny baby made me cry so hard. Next was Quinn, who was a little bigger, and finally Cameron, the biggest of them all. They looked so helpless and that is exactly how I felt. I was wheeled out and brought to my recovery room. Brian and I finally got a little bit of rest.


Everyone handles it differently. Denial, anger, bargaining, depression and acceptance. It might take one person years to get to the acceptance stage, others never reach it, and a few, such as Brian and I, can’t even start the process because they have too much else going on at the same time.

Over the past week our lives have completely been torn upside down and ripped apart. Things that I thought were important before have become the most insignificant, we have new priorities and have focused all of our energy and attention on our children.

My grief is strong and paralyzing at times. (I say my grief, because while I know Brian is reeling as well, everyone grieves differently. So, I’m not discussing his thoughts, these are my own. ) I grieve so much that my brain can’t even comprehend all that has happened. Some day I’ll be able to elaborate on the things that God has put in my path, but right now I need to stay strong for my family.

I grieve my pregnancy. It was ripped away from me so early. I had no idea that I was actually in active labor and when I arrived at the hospital due to an uneasy feeling that these were not just Braxton hicks, or pressure from my babies heads being low, but instead real contractions. I was 4cm dilated with my cerclage failing, 100% effaced with Cameron starting to present himself. I don’t know how I handled that labor pain during the day and at home, but I didn’t know I was in labor. Hindsight, I should’ve known, but I knew that if I went in to labor I’d bleed from the cerclage. There was no blood, so I told myself it was fine. Before I could even comprehend that for the past 24 hours I was in active labor I was told that my babies were coming that day. I didn’t get to appreciate the last kicks, or see myself in the mirror one last time without all the monitors and tubes, Brian didn’t get to rest his hand on my belly and talk to the babies again. We had no idea it was about to be over.

I grieve the birth of my children. My situation was unpredictable and precarious. They didn’t know if I’d last a few hours or a couple days. Unfortunately, I kept dilating, Cameron kept presenting himself, and they needed to do an emergency cesarean to prevent a dangerous vaginal delivery. Before I knew it, I was on a table in an OR with over 20 people in the room. Things went wrong. Brian was kicked out. I felt everything. They had to knock me out and intubate me and Brian had to sit in a hall and wonder what was going on. I didn’t get to hear their first cries, I didn’t get to have my husband hold my hand, I didn’t get to be present for their birth.

I grieve my child. I can’t elaborate on this yet. I haven’t even processed how sick Isla was, let alone that the first time I held my child was when she died in my arms. I haven’t mentally tackled how we welcomed her and were so so happy to have three children and five days later we were at a funeral home, picking out her urn for her eternal resting place. Isla’s condition went from fine to critical in 30 minutes. She went from critical to deceased in 15 hours. Our daughter was beautiful, sweet, animated and spunky. I held her hand and was able to give her a taste of my breast milk; she smiled as it touched her tongue. I heard her cry as her diaper was changed. I watched her fight for her life against a terrible infection. And I watched her take her last breath and her heart take it’s last beat. What an unthinkable situation for any parent. I can’t explain the pain, just know that it’s the strongest heartbreak and sorrow I’ve ever felt.

You would think this was enough. They’ve been through enough and things can be okay now. I don’t know how much more we actually can handle, but on top of the amount of grief and physical demands that have been asked of us, we have two very sick babies still in the NICU. Our babies were born at 26 weeks. They are beautiful, but they should not be in the world yet, and as such, they have major issues that can change within a matter of minutes. We’re trying to stay strong for them and we’re praying that they do well in the NICU but the reality of our situation is that they still have a high chance of things going wrong. We know all too well how fast things can spiral out of control, so this looming idea that Quinn or Cameron will have life threatening diagnoses and might leave us to be with their sister is haunting.

Pray for all of us. Quinn and Cameron to keep fighting and beat the odds and for Brian and I to have strength to somehow handle this nightmare that we are living.


24 Week BUMPdate

SWEET, SWEET, VIABILITY!!! I have been praying to reach this point in my pregnancy since the beginning but even more so after our scare a couple weeks ago. I am so happy that I could just jump around (not recommended by my docs 🙂 ). Ever since my surgery things have been on the up and up! We had a growth scan done this week and the babies are “thriving”, according to my doctor, and we’re just hoping we have a smooth ride until the end when our precious little trio enters the world.

The Babies

I’m going to be that person that posts every little milestone about their kids because I just want to gush at how proud of them I am right now! These little tikes are sharing one womb and are growing in the 50th percentile for a normal, singleton pregnancy. I have three little rockstars in there! Almost every blog I’ve read has triplets measuring in the 0-19th percentile range, but not ours! We’ve got some chunkers. Their fluid levels are still well within the normal range, heartbeats are nice and strong, no anatomical abnormalities present on ultrasound…everything is just peachy 🙂

Baby A- our little boy is 1lb 8oz and 12in long

Baby B- Our first little girl is 1lb 6oz and 12in long

Baby C- Our second little girl is 1lb 8oz and 12.5in long

It was determined that our son is the chunkiest with the biggest belly and head, Baby B is our little petite girl (taking after her mother), and Baby C is our tall girl (taking after her father)! We can’t wait to see what they look like once they arrive.

The Mom to Be


  • Overall size- I am measuring full term for a singleton pregnancy. Ladies, you know how people always say how the last month of pregnancy is the longest…well, I get to extend it by at least 6 weeks, hopefully more. It’s a joy to be stared at constantly and  random stranger’s comments slung at you…to be fair, I do look like I’m about to go into labor I’m so big, but I don’t need to hear that from Mr. Who Are You and Mrs. Up In My Business. Here are a few I’ve gotten just in the past 3 days-
    • While in the mall…”Are you going to have that baby right here?!”
    • While waiting (for a long time) for my tire to be fixed…
      *Old man walks away for 10 min, comes back, says loudly to wife, “Gee, did she have her baby yet?!”
    • While swimming at the community center…”Are you planning on a water birth?? Because you look like you’ll have that baby right now!”
    • Also while swimming at the community pool…
      Woman- “When are you due?”
      Me- “November…ish”
      Woman- “Wow, you’re big for having two more months! You look like you could have it now.”
    • From my doctor…*Chuckles when he enters the room* “You’re getting big!”
    • Random lady in line at a store…”You look absolutely beautiful.”
      • Isn’t it funny that someone called me beautiful, and genuinely meant it, but all the other comments stand out way more than that one compliment. Your words have meaning, people!
  • Sciatic nerve pain- It just hurts to stand for too long but a short break and a roll out using my trusty “The Stick” (Seriously…if you run or have tight hamstrings, buy this badboy) helps with all of the discomfort.
  • Carpal tunnel- I still have numbness in my right hand but I’m getting used to it. I spoke with the doctor and it should fade afterwards.
  • Sleep deprivation- We’ve talked about the “just wait” thing and how it bothers me, right? As of right now, I’m getting up about 3x to pee every night, tossing and turning because I can’t lay on my right side since the two babies on the left are so heavy it causes the third to kick them and wake me up, and if I sleep on my left side too long my hip goes numb. There’s no laying on my back because I’ll pass out from oxygen deprivation 🙂 Lovely.
  • Swelling- my hands and feet have started to swell a little bit. I don’t think it’s super noticeable to anyone other than me.


  • Obviously, I’m still pregnant!!! Yayyyy. My body is nurturing these little ones so well and they are staying put! It’s a huge relief.
  • Skin- It’s looking pretty good! I hope I’m not jinxing myself, but I feel like it’s evened out and I’ve had less breakouts lately.
  • Activity/Exercise- I’m cleared to resume normal activities with the only restriction on weight lifting. I feel like I do a max squat every day from these extra 40lbs, so I’m fine with no weight lifting right now. I’ve been walking daily with Brian and Bell, and swimming 1- 2x a week. I think any activity is good! I met a group of older women at the pool and they just swoon over the fact that I’m having triplets. It’s fun to meet up with them on Fridays…dare I say, my first friends in Lapeer are 6 women in their 80s??
  • Energy levels- with regard to being sleep deprived, I’m still able to get a lot done. I have been working on my Etsy business, keeping up with the house work, and just nesting before our lives change forever.
  • My baby shower is this weekend!!! I cannot WAIT to see my family and friends! People are seriously just too nice and generous to our little babies. It’ll be a really fun time! I’ll update on that next week 🙂

As of now, no more doctor appointments until 2 weeks when I have my glucose tolerance test. That should be fun. Keep praying, sending good vibes, or whatever floats your boat for our little ones.





23 Week BUMPdate

I’ll get right into it- we had good news at my check up this week. Not amazing and perfect news, but it was good. Like I said in last week’s post, there isn’t much data on the use of a cerclage in triplet pregnancy so the doctor wasn’t sure what we would see on the cervical length check. The results were positive, I’m measuring a little over 1cm, no dilation, and the cerclage is holding. The “safe” zone for a cervical length is 2.5cm or greater, so 1cm is still really short. The official opinion of my doc is I will make it past viability (huge sigh of relief), but he doesn’t expect me to make it to our goal of 35-36 weeks. However, it has happened before! I am cleared for normal daily activities, no strenuous workouts, but walking and swimming is just fine.

The Babies

Our little trio is doing just fine 🙂 They haven’t registered that there’s been any drama on my part and they’re just kicking it on the inside…literally. The kicks get stronger the more their bones calcify, which means 6 strong limbs to knock around on everything! Their heart rates are in a good range and fluid levels are still really good, too! Way to keep it going, babes.

The Mom to be


  • Sciatic nerve pain- This started up this week and has just progressively gotten worse. I can just go grocery shopping and need to put my legs up for a bit because it gets pretty bad. Hopefully, it doesn’t progress more than where it is now.
  • Carpal tunnel- So, apparently it’s pretty common to have tingly/numb hands and fingers during pregnancy?? Why didn’t anyone tell me? My right hand, specifically the first three fingers, are tingly all the time. When I wake up, my whole hand is numb and it takes a while for it to regulate. Currently, I can’t feel anything in my right middle fingertip. Weird.
  • Restlessness- I can’t lay on my back because I start to get faint and nauseous, I can’t lay on my right side because I have two babies on the left and they squish the other little girl. She squirms, it’s uncomfortable, etc.


  • Woooo! We’ve made it another week 🙂 The babies are closer to viability and I can’t WAIT to hit that milestone!
  • Compliments- everyone has been really nice lately! I’ve gotten a lot of nice compliments and when you’re feeling like a whale, those little comments mean a lot!


Sorry, this week’s update is pretty boring. I’ve been super busy and haven’t had time to post anything! Next week should be filled with fun information since I have another appointment to check on myself and do a growth scan of our babes! So excited to see how big they’ve gotten. ❤