This is happening.
When the picture showed up on the Ultrasound machine I started to cry. I knew what I was looking at before the doctor said a word.
"Two healthy heartbeats," he said. "They look beautiful. Lots of movement."
And there they were... two tiny people. With tiny feet and tiny heads and tiny little everything. I had a panic attack. I thought I was going to die because I couldn't breathe. I spent almost an hour not breathing. I was alone in the waiting room with a picture of two babies, with three hearts beating inside me and no fucking idea who I was or where or how...
When I called Hal to tell him the news, I could barely speak.
When I called my mom I was crying, but barely.
By the time I called my grandmother I was okay.
Lost, terrified, still totally in shock, but okay.
"It's a blessing," she said, a triplet herself with twin grandsons.
And she's right. It's a blessing. A very, very scary blessing.
my wombmates, eight weeks, two days
This is happening and it's going to be okay.