One of my greatest fears came April 19, 2011. That gnawing anxiety enslaved my mind and I couldn’t think clearly. It directed my thoughts, holding me captive.
Three weeks earlier, I went into premature labor at 29 weeks. The doctor grabbed my shoulders tight and said, “You’re having an emergency C-section in thirty minutes.” At 7:30pm, our triplets were born, averaging 2.5 pounds each.
As I looked through the incubators at their tiny bodies covered in tubes, I was in a daze, but also in awe over our three miracles.
On April 19th, the doctor told us that our daughter, Brooklyn, had contracted a life-threatening infection that was rapidly killing her intestine. At three pounds, three weeks old, she would need surgery to remove the infected segment of intestine.
