Triplet Mom

Somedays when I think I'm spent, I think of this lady that was in our breast feeding multiples class. Before the babies arrived, my husband and I took a slew of classes because I knew I needed all the help I could get. This particular class only had about 6 couples in it. We were all getting to know one another and the teacher told us to stand up and introduce ourselves.

Around we went and then this little short woman sheepishly stood up and said hello with a very thick Indian accent. The teacher asked where her partner was because she seemed to be there by herself. She swallowed, took a breath and said that she and her husband had come over from India. They decided to start a family and opted for in vitro fertilization. She wound up getting pregnant and they found out they were having triplets. Five months into her pregnancy her husband wrote her a note that she found one morning. He had flown back to India because he decided he didn't want to be a father after all. She was left here alone. By alone I mean, they had only been here a few years and they had no network of friends and no family.

All jaws dropped in the class. The teacher put her eyes back in her head and asked if she had any support system. She said no, she didn't know anyone. The teacher said to stay after the class was over and she was going to try to hook her up with some people.

Can you imagine that. You're pregnant, with triplets, your man leaves, you're alone.

On those nights when I was trying not to fall asleep while feeding the little ones at 3am, or wiping the tears from my eyes because the hormones were overtaking me, I would think of that lady. I wonder how she's doing and how she's doing it. I wish I had taken the time to get an email address or something but I was too consumed in what was growing inside of me to think about reaching out to her. I feel ashamed for that.

Wherever you are out there triplet mom...hope all is well...and your husband got hit by a bus.