If you had of asked me five years ago, or even 10 years ago, how many children we wanted, the answer would have been two. Followed by, two healthy kids, boys or girls or both – we were not fussy. Hayden came along 7 1/2 years ago, and was an only child for a while; for a good while; where we were almost at the point of accepting that he was all the good we would create. I think we had all but accepted it, and then, I started feeling less ordinary, and thought…maybe…..
At the time, we lived in Broken Hill, and medical cover is limited – especially of the obstetrics and gynecological type. My blood tests were flown to Sydney for some pregnancy stuff, and so my pregnancy stayed unknown to us for a few more weeks. At 9 weeks and 2 days we found out I was pregnant with triplets. January 9, 2010 was the day (I will always remember it). The sonographer was in more shock than we were. Jason was maniacally laughing. I was all calm and serene, for about five seconds, then realisation hit – and I don’t think I have ever looked back, or been calm and or serene since!
I had an amazing pregnancy; truly, it was just beautiful – in hindsight! I of course, felt like a big fat cow from about 18 weeks onwards. I was measuring 36 weeks at 18 weeks. I am just a bit stubborn and refuse to let things like pregnancy stop me from working (“I am not sick, I am just pregnant”…etc). Well, at 18 weeks, I did have to stop clinical nursing. I remember finishing CPR on a patient (the patient lived by the way), and I had only been at work for an hour; I felt done. Drained. Exhausted. I realised then, that growing three babies was going to be a little bit tough. I did still do everything I could; and going to bed at 7pm became my only way to manage!