Four years ago I went to work and got a phone call that I hoped would not come for a few more weeks. It was Mike. He simply said, 'The doctor was in to see Dryscha and told her that today is the day.'
Today - at 31w, three little boys would be born. Three little boys who were longed for. Who were prayed for. Who were about to be a gift from God. A gift that only He could give.
Surgery was to be at 4:3o and Mike asked us not to come before 3:30, allowing them that time alone. It was 31W 1D, a few weeks shy of what Dryscha's goal was but I knew over the weekend that she would not hold out much longer. At 4:30, she was wheeled into surgery and the rest of us waited. And waited. And waited. At 5:30, I had a feeling they were born, but no one came to tell us anything. At 6:30, the anesthesiologist walked through and said all went well and someone should be out shortly. Finally Mike came out and told us that Robert Mackenzie, James Philip, and Edwin Michael Kenneth had been born at 5:14, 5:15, and 5:17 . At almost 8:30 we got our first glimpse.
That was four years ago. Things have never been the same. We love you boys!
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