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
Yes, the blog has been quiet for a while – and will be a little longer. We are in the process of moving (more space, ground floor apartment. Yay for a better life!), and are between apartments at the moment, so everything is a bit crazy and stressed. Come (February) April we will officially own our new home, and blog-updates will resume at a steady pace again.
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
As a parent of multiples there are some phrases you hear repeatedly. There’s “better you than me” (rude!), there’s “you certainly have your hands full” (well-meaning), and there’s “double-trouble” for twins, and “triple-trouble” for triplets (not sure if there’s a quads- and a quints-saying too. I Imagine they’ll just leave most people speech-less). The first two I always answer on auto-pilot, and forget about them
