*30 minutes later*
Well, everybody's making it, and that's good.
*nurse walked in*
"Hey, we were about to print the triplets birth certificates, but you haven't named them yet." The nurse said. "Oh, right." I replied "So," the doctor said while picking up my oldest child, "what's this boys name?"
"That ones name is Lawson Jamie Miller. Spelled L-a-w-s-o-n and J-a-m-i-e and Miller is my last name, so you should have that." I told her. "What about this little guy?" She said picking my second oldest boy up. "Hunter Evan Miller, it's H-u-n-t-e-r and Evan is E-v-a-n and then of course Miller." I said. "And this little girl?" The nurse asked. "Breezileigh Brooke Miller. It's B-r-e-e-z-l-i-e-i-g-h and Brooke is B-r-o-o-k-e and then Miller again." I told her. I had just named my kids. And the wierd thing was, I didn't even think of those names before. I looked at their face, and they looked like that should be their names. "Great names, thanks!" The nurse told me. "No problem." I said back. "Is it ok if we go have their pictures done now, it's no charge." The nurse asked. "Sure."
*10 minutes later*
*nurse walks in*
"Hi, here's there pictures." The nurse handed me the photographs and walked towards the door. "Thanks." I said. She shut the door. The pictures were amazing. She was able apparently to take off their cords and wires to take the pictures. (A picture is above, the rest will be in the next chapter) They had put my kids in different outfits for each picture, and even included some props like Bows and hats. Some of the outfits you cold tell didn't fit them though because Breezileigh looked huge in one and tinny tiny in a different picture. But it was ok, after all it wasn't like I payed for the photos or they were photographers.
