The outlook was not good and I could read between the lines. I was dying. My babies could be dying too. I was twenty-six weeks pregnant with triplets and my contractions were less than three minutes apart. I had heard the nurse’s words: “We need to keep her alive to save the babies.” “Alive?” Was it that bad? I went from pre-term labor to fighting for my life? The words broke my heart. My heart was tired and because of this my lungs were filling with fluid. If delivered that day, my babies would probably not live or be severely impaired. As the nurses scrambled to hook me up to oxygen and administer medicine that would put me to sleep, tears filled my eyes. I grabbed the Head Nurse and asked, “Once I go to sleep, will I wake up or is this it?” The nurse looked at me with sad eyes and said, "I can't answer that." She told me to “have a moment” with my family. I took my husbands’ arm and through tears said I love you. We waited. In the midst of my panic, the Lord reminded me of His promises to my family. So, I began to repeat one verse that was particularly meaningful to me: "Lord, you promised to give breath and life to all things in Acts 17:25. Please give breath and life to us today." And He did. Today, as I watch my triplet's run and play, I am forever grateful that God gave breath and life to us all.
Leyton, Laci, and Seth Kirkland
3.4 lbs, 3.8 lbs, 3.2 lbs
Laci, Leyton, and Seth today.