The Art of Monochorionic Triamniotic Triplets
Up until a few days ago, a baby bearing his brother a “gift” rightfully instilled me with a sense of tremendous foreboding. Not unlike the expectation of impending doom, which a post-war Trojan would have associated with a gifting counterpart from Greece. It meant that peace was over, and chaotic times were about to ensue. It meant that a little boy, with an angelic appearance to
As you are probably aware, this is not the month of February. Nor is it April. The month I optimistically announced I would re-open this blog, and the month I subsequently – and even more optimistically – postponed said opening to. It is in fact August, and although our new home still isn’t completely done, and probably won’t be completely done for quite a while,
