It has taken me over two years to write this post. Shortly after my last post I went into labor at only 26 weeks. After four days of trying to stop my labor, they finally did an ultrasound and found that Baby A (Ben) did not have a heartbeat. They would not know what happened to him until I delivered. They tried for the rest of that day and night to stop my labor but informed me that my body was trying to deliver because he had died and they didn’t know if they would be able to stop it or if it was the safest thing for the two remaining babies. Unfortunately the next morning I had dialated too far and had to have an emergency c-section. Braxton Wayne (Baby B) was born weighing 1 pound 13 ounces and Brady Winston (Baby C) was born weighing 1 pound 12 ounces. My poor Ben was born still at 1 pound 9 ounces. His cord had basically become too thin and could no longer supply him nutrients and he passed away. They are not sure why this happened. Braxton and Brady were rushed to the NICU but were doing pretty well for such tiny babies. This story could go on and on but I don’t quite have it in me to write all the details. Braxton continued to thrive and grow and went home from the NICU on January 7, 2008 at two months old and a little over four pounds. Brady, however, began having problems with his intestines at two weeks old and was transfered to Vanderbilt Children’s Hospital. After five months, many surgeries, many setbacks, and many tears, Brady passed away in my arms on March 29, 2008. I barely recognize the person who wrote the previous posts because I have changed so much after this ordeal. I will always be the mother of triplets but unfortunatley I only have one here with me. The happy ending to this story is that Braxton is now 2 years old and doing great. He has no problems at all from his prematurity. I don’t write this story to scare other women who are pregnant with multiples. I write it to honor my babies because I felt like their story needed to be told. I have created another blog in memory of Brady and Ben. If you would like to check it out go to rememberingbradyandben.blogspot.com
I miss my babies so very much and I know that I will never be the same again. However, I would not take back one day of my pregnancy. It may not have ended the way I wanted but the miracle of those three little lives inside of me for six months was one of the most precious times of my life.