The Art of Monochorionic Triamniotic Triplets
So, the plan was first to make it to week 22. Week 22 is the point of no return. Up until then you can, according to (Danish) law, terminate a pregnancy, if there are serious health risks involved. This is especially relevant with identical multiples pregnancies, as the shared placenta, and its distribution of nourishment, can go awry and result in TTTS. Or Twin to
The specialist was a head OBGYN at our main hospital. She was handsome, authoritative, precise and serious. An alpha-female. She was not happy like the nurse. We weren’t “just” expecting triplets, we were expecting monochorionic triamniotic triplets. Identical triplets, sharing a placenta. It was an extremely high-risk pregnancy, and we had to consider whether we wished to continue, or decide on an abortion. With identical
I honestly don’t remember much from the ultrasound session. Man says that I cried, but it is all a blur to me. I mainly remember what follows. We were walking through the hospital hallways, waiting to see a specialist. She would scan us again, and tell us more about multiples pregnancies. We were shocked and in disbelief, but happy. And kind of excited and exhilarated
We finally reached week 13. This is when our ultrasound screening and NT test was scheduled. It was meant to be at week 12 at the latest, but the hospital was too busy. I was a nervous wreck. I was so scared that there would be no heartbeat. Or even that it was a false pregnancy. The only thing that put me at ease was
As I had been pregnant before, I knew what it felt like. And this time I felt it long before my period was due. I tried taking a test, but it was inconclusive. Then I tested every day for a few days, and it looked more and more positive. I told my man and my mother, that I was a little bit pregnant. They didn’t
So, I really wanted a baby. It just kind of snuck up on me. All of the sudden, I found myself in my early thirties and with an unshakeable urge to hold a baby in my arms, my own baby in my arms, and cuddle it to the end of time. Fortunately I also had a man I loved (and still do), and we tried.
