When my husband left for a luxury cruise three days after my doctor put me on bed rest with high-risk triplets, I told myself he was selfish, not dangerous. I had no idea the trip was only the beginning of what he had already taken from us.
The glossy cruise brochure sat on our kitchen counter for three days before I believed it was real.
Daniel kept picking it up and rereading the letter. He said he had won the trip through a sales contest at work: four months on a luxury cruise ship, meals included, island stops included, the kind of trip people like us usually only saw on television.
“We actually got lucky for once,” he said.
Two weeks later, we were sitting in Dr. Evans’s office staring at an ultrasound screen.
I never saw the company announcement myself. Just the printed letter Daniel kept reading.
Two weeks later, we were sitting in Dr. Evans’s office staring at an ultrasound screen.
“Helen,” she said, turning the screen toward me, “you’re carrying triplets.”
Daniel let out a stunned laugh.
“Triplets?”
“Yes,” she said. “And your blood pressure is very high. With multiples, that makes this pregnancy high-risk very quickly.”
“If we want to keep these babies where they belong for as long as we can, strict bed rest gives us the best chance.”
My mouth went dry. “What does that mean?”
“It means I need you off your feet as much as possible immediately,” she said. “You are twenty-four weeks today. If we want to keep these babies where they belong for as long as we can, strict bed rest gives us the best chance.”
Daniel leaned forward. “For the rest of the pregnancy?”
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