The Yankowski Triplets

...but it doesn't make you less important. It's doesn't make you less of a mother. It doesn't mean anything, just that you probably don't understand unless you've been in my shoes. This topic has been weighing on my heart heavily, and it has come to surface that this post needs to be made. I'm not the only one that feels like this, but this is something I don't think anyone else wants to put out there. I am not trying to hurt feelings. I am trying to spare my own. I have had two singleton pregnancies. I always gaped at the moms who had multiples. They were like super women to me! My girls were EASY compared to the horror stories I heard. They breastfed like champs, they slept so amazingly well....but that doesn't mean we didn't have our bumps. Some nights I cried as my husband took our screaming baby from my arms. I hated asking for him help because I knew he had to work in the morning, but he would spend time walking her around because I

So, switching providers for most women likely isn't scary or traumatic. But for me, it was. You see, when I walk into my midwife's office, they all know my name. They know my kids, we chat like old friends. When I call, they know exactly who I am and what's going on with me. I enjoy being there, and seeing them. I trust my midwife and I respect her opinion. I know she is my advocate. So switching to someone new is scary. It's a bigger office with more patients, and just not the "homey" feel I had with Westshore.  But when we walked in, the first thing they asked me was "Are you our new triplet mommy?" Ha! Yep, that would be me. Dr. Stark is very nice. She is younger than I thought, but very personable. We talked a little, she told me any prep work for the babies should be done by 20 weeks, 24 at max. So basically we should be expecting them any time after 24 weeks, but goal is early September (they are

I daily feel overwhelmed with questions. I think the top question I get asked is, what did you do when you found out there were three? This was our first visit with our midwife, and our first glimpse to see our precious little baby. I was finally feeling at ease this baby would stick because slowly but surely the nausea and exhaustion crept in. It was Valentines Day, so it was just meant to be a good day! We went in the room, BP was good, a little elevated for me, but still good. She went over the traditional pregnancy non-sense which we all agreed that this being our third go around, I might as well be a pro at this point. Then she told me to get ready for the ultrasound. Undress, lay down...she found the baby pretty quick. Measured 6 weeks and 2 days. She showed us the heartbeat, then turned the screen to try and measure it. That's when it happened... "Is that another baby?" Our midwife scrunched her face a bit and looked closer. She said she wasn't sure,