Monday marks one year....

I was admitted into the hospital for the last time. Ricky rushed me to Women's at 9pm. Tuesday night my OBGYN had the Neonatologist come talk meet with us just in case they were not able to stop labor and I would be delivering early. I was so stupid. I really was. I told the Neonatologist that I would not be having these babies before at least 30 weeks but I was really trying for 34 weeks. My mind was made up so I listened with one ear opened. Tuesday night they started me on medications that they told me would make me feel like I had the flu, my body would hurt, and I would just feel terrible. They also gave me two steroid shots that would help the babies lungs IF they were to be born that premature. Thursday, I felt like I had been ran over by a train. Ricky had got up and went to work (poor guy wouldn't leave the hospital). Around lunch I told him I needed him with me, something was terribly wrong. I was very ill. Honestly I was really worried at that point because my labor and delivery nurse was very concerned about my health and was on the phone with my doctor a lot. I don't remember a lot of things because I was in and out for a while. I do remember having a lot of specialist come in, and echo cardiogram. My blood pressure was in the 30's and my heart was racing. I don't remember the number of my heart rate but it was really high and a lot of people were very worried. Dr. Adam told me I would be having the babies. I argued and begged her but she said something I will never forget. "You are very sick. You and your babies could die if you remain pregnant. Your body is shutting down. It can't handle the pregnancy anymore. We have to get the babies out and you healthy- they need their mom" Ricky and I prayed. I was wheeled to the O.R. At 9:11pm Brody, Gracie, and Madilynn were born. 

That was the beginning of so many things. We've all come such a long way. I feel like the luckiest girl in the world. 

This is such an exciting week for us. We have so much to celebrate!

Krista