Our daughter and two sons were delivered last night. Seeing and holding them was so intensely beautiful and tragic and unreal, and is beyond description.
The triplets arrived pretty quickly after the medication was administered. They arrived in order and without additional difficulty. Baby A was stillborn. The other two were born alive. They were swaddled tightly and tucked into newborn-sized knitted hats. We held them during their brief moments of life, and, along with their brother, for a couple of hours after. I couldn’t tell when they passed. We stared into their tiny faces and at their perfect ears and fingernails. All three are gorgeous.
Last night, we became parents. That can never be taken away from us, even if everything else has been. We are forever changed. I love them and I’ll carry them with me the rest of my life.