The Next Step:Jiley's story

Unexpected

28 weeks later

I'm now 34 weeks pregnant now and the bump is pretty huge, we have booked the caesarean section for 37 weeks pregnant because the babies are really running out of space. We have settled into a routine of shopping, studio running and baby preparing and today is Christmas eve. This was the last Christmas without children so we were both enjoying, James probably a bit too much but you know.... Today we had Debra, John, Piper, Molly, Abigail and Amy coming around and tomorrow we were planning on going round to my parents. James was cooking lunch today because I couldn't do anything now that I'm so pregnant according to James. I was sat in the living room just doing some final wrapping whilst being internally abused by the sextuplets tiny feet and hands when I heard the door bell go. "I'll go" I called into the kitchen "Fine, whatever" he shouted back, I know he doesn't like me being on my feet but I also know that he's having a hard time trying to use the oven sooooo. When I opened the door I was met by a very excited Amy, Molly, Abigail and even Piper. They were all asking questions about how long it was going to be until the babies were born and I told them that they would be aunties in three weeks. "Hey, ummmmm babe, how do you, urrmmmm, how do you turn on the oven?" James shouted the kitchen, really James, it's an oven to brain surgery. "Press the on button," I shouted back earning a laugh from both Debra and John "Honestly" Debra muttered under her breath, making me laugh.

Eventually, once James had figured out how to cook we were all sat around the table just having a chat about how the studio whist Amy and Abigail were pulling Christmas crackers when suddenly I felt an excruciating pain and then suddenly a trickle of liquid was dripping down off the chair. "ughhhhhhh, James my waters just broke," I said once the worst of the pain had gone. "Ermmm, right we need to call an ambulance and get you into hospital as soon as we can," James said calmly, but I could hear the fear breaking through his normally cool, calm and collected voice. Debra sprung to her feet and was calling the ambulance whilst James was getting his younger sisters out of the room, ringing my parents and trying to soothe me at the same time. Luckily I made it to the sofa before the next extremely unpleasant pain rippled through my body.

After about ten minutes of contractions the ambulance pulled up outside the house and James and I were ushered into it, once in the ambulance a paramedic began talking to me about my options, I could try and go natural, I could hope there was a free slot in the surgery timetable or I could try and hold onto them for as long as I possibly could. I decided to just hope that there was a slot free.

Once we made it we made it to the hospital we were told that if I could hold the sextuplets in for just another 10 hours they could fit me in for a caesarean at 1:00am on Christmas morning. This meant that they were going be Christmas babies. I was hooked up to a drip that would slow the labour down so that they could operate tomorrow, I was on painkillers and now all we had to do was wait until the babies were born.

My Mum arrived at around 8ish after stopping at our house to pick up some clothes for when they were first born, it was all going so quickly. After a pretty uncomfortable 10 hours I was finally being wheeled down the operating theatre and the babies were about to be born.

I heard a cry, the first cry of my first born. "It's a girl" James whispered in my ear, that means we're having at least 3 girls. One by one the first set of identical triplets were born, all a little small but healthy. Then the next set of triplets were being born and I heard another cry "It's a boy," James told me, that means three girls and three boys. My perfect little family.

Long Chapter because why not.