At the peri appointment 2 weeks ago I told Trina I wanted the boys to weigh 3lbs a piece at the next check in. She scoffed at me and said that was too high a goal. I joking told her that if they didn't, she sucks. Then she gave me "the look". As of yesterday, the boys were measuring 3lbs3oz, 3lbs & 2lbs15oz. Now when Trina tells people that the boys weight 3lbs, I remind her that Baby C doesn't, because obviously she doesn't feed him enough. She swears it's because he's the most interactive with her so he must've "worked it off" kicking and rolling. Likely excuse. :)
The doctor told Trina she was doing a great job and to keep doing whatever she's doing. Her cervix is kind of short, but has been from 12 weeks and hasn't made any major drops since then. She also told Trina that she usually doesn't let triplet moms go much past 34 weeks. She said there's no need to torture the moms further after that point. 34 weeks is Sept 27. That means we're having our babies next month. Next month? How can that be? Where'd the time go? Still trying to wrap my head around that little fact...
After we left the doctor's office, Trina popped into the restroom for the 300th time that day. Forgetting how huge her belly was, she clipped it with the stall door and left a nasty scrape on the top right quadrant. Poor Baby C, first she starved him and now she's beating him.
Yesterday we went over to the hospital to tour the NICU. They showed us around NICU 3, which is where the smallest and sickest babies are. It was MUCH bigger than the NICU my friend's twins were at. I was a little overwhelmed by the machine noise and shear number of fragile little lives kept going by tubes and wires and lights. It was good to see, though, so I'm not blindsided when my boys join their ranks. They showed us 2 little boys that weighed 3lbs so we could get an idea of what our guys looked like. One was hooked up to a CPAP and had tubes and wires everywhere. The other had only a nasal cannula and less wires. Even though they weighed the same, it's amazing how much smaller the first boy looked to me. So frail. When we left, the nurse said it was nice to meet us, but that she hopes to never see us again. I felt the same way. Keep on baking boys.
29 Week Belly, 46.5", +42#
See the scrape?
Baby A had the only "good" shot again. It's getting harder and harder to see these guys...