The pregnancy...Anything , but normal. My husband and I found out we were expecting in August of 04, perfect due date..April 29th.... (not in basketball or football season! Coaches!) I suppose to pregnancy was going fine for the first few weeks. I joked with my sister that I thought I was getting huge...Maybe it was twins... When I was 6 weeks pregnant, Justin and I went to get our first ultrasound.... OH MY GOODNESS.... I said "Tell me all of those aren't babies"...And of course the Dr. Says "don't panic" ... Justin and I didn't say one word after that....There were THREE!! Two weeks later we went back... Everything was fine. So we started telling people... I told my principal... "I need to talk to you" So we went in his office ... I told him I was pregnant... And he started saying congrats...While he was saying that I said... With triplets.... Of course..."Oh S**t" came flying out of his mouth.... Ill never forget that.... The news was around the school in a matter of minutes. Two weeks later I went back to the Dr., alone this time, thinking everything was going to be okay. Another ultrasound...This time, only 2 heartbeats... I was devastated. Not that I was hoping for triplets, by any means, in the beginning. But, once you realize you have 3 little babies in your tummy, you don't want just 2. It wasn't just that either. The Dr. Had found something inside my uterus, and he didn't even know what it was. He thought either a blood clot or a tumor... I call my husband crying...He rushed home from practice... And the next day we go to Dallas to see a specialist. With his high tech equipment we found out that baby "c" wasn't developing normally. He said bodies will just spontaneously abort these babies. It was a little more comforting to know that it wasn't something to I had done. We did find out that I did have a blood clot but it was going away on its own.... For months the pregnancy was going smoothly after all the scars....Until the morning of January 16th...I woke up bleeding.... and not just a little. Justin rushed me to the hospital.... My parents, our oldest son (which we adopted), Justins' parents, and our sisters werent far behind. He took me to the ER where they rushed me up to labor and delivery... The whole ride up there I was praying ... I thought I had lost them... I remember thanking God that he brought Harley(our oldest) in our lives and prayed over and over to save the babies. Once in L&D, a dr did an exam and told me I was dilated to a 3, and that I was going no where until the babies were born. We were really hoping to make it to 28 weeks.... I was 25 and 2 days at this point...They started me on mag to stop the labor and also gave me 2 rounds of steroids for the babies lungs. Two nights later, I made the dr check me before I went to sleep...something just didnt feel right... Thats when they told us they were about to prep me for a C- section... It was happening...Justin just went and set on the couch with his hands on his face...I could tell at that moment that he was worried too... he had been so calm for me, all of this time. We were off to the operating room...