Life is a very funny thing. If you’re anything like me, you’ve got it planned out to the nanosecond. My husband, Stephen, calls it either Type-A or anal. Nonetheless, I knew what I wanted, when I wanted it by and exactly how I wanted it. Fortunately, fate stepped in, took me by the hand and said, “Sometimes you don’t get what you want, you get what you need.” Thus, upon beginning a new teaching job, I became pregnant with twins.
My pregnancy had all the curiosities that one can imagine: pregnant on the pill (yes, I did take it religiously), having a miscarriage (yes, I became pregnant on the pill with triplets) and finally what seemed like a “normal” go of it (is there actually normal)??
Well, fate stepped in again and decided that my children needed to come just a bit early—actually 31/2 months early. My twins Cameron Alexis (1lb 13 oz) and Brandon Francis (2lb 2oz) were born at 25 weeks gestation. Thus, they required all the help that modern technology could give just to keep them breathing.
I didn’t get to see my children after they were born. Both needed immediate intubations and I was flying high on morphine (although I did have the presence of mind to scream repeatedly that I not only wanted everything pulled but also that I expected a tummy tuck).