The Next Step:Jiley's story

Pain

We get to the studio and all I can hear is "Mama, Dada" coming from the back of the car, it is really cute but just a bit repetitive, we walk through the door and because we gave Piper a lift she already knows that Amelia and Josh said their first words and decides that the rest of A-troupe must know, now. "Guess, what, Amelia and Josh said their first words today!!!" she shouts from the door "Are you serious, awww they're so cute, what is it? When did they say it?" all of A-troupe contribute to the conversation, I decide the best way to tell them is just to let them say their word so I sit them both down and the floor and almost instantly, they say "Mama, Dada, Mama, Dad, Mama." they repeat, it's so cute, all of A-troupe gather around them and begin to congratulate them, Amelia doesn't really like the attention and begins crying so I decide to pick her up and take her into the office but Josh seems to be loving the fact he's the centre of attention. Once I've sat Amelia down and calmed her James walks in with Lottie, Dom and Isaac, I don't even know how he can carry three babies at the same time but he seems to do it quite often "hey, babe, you alright?" he asks me "yeah, just kind of stressed about nationals, I mean it's only a couple of weeks off and I'm not sure if we're ready yet and it doesn't help that A-troupe seem to spend almost all of rehearsals playing with the kids." I tell him, it feels good to be able to let out how I really feel to somebody "come here, give me a hug, it's going to be fine, I'll go and grab Josh and get them to start stretching and then we can get Noechelle to do their solos and then the duet and then get the girls to do the small group and then a group rehearsal, sound good?" how does he always seem to be able to work out a solution to everything? "Yeah, sounds great I'll just get some filling done and keep an eye on the kids," I tell him.

"Okay, hold it, hold it, right that's pretty good, we just need to work on the ending and some of the spacing but that was pretty good, take five and we'll run it again." I tell A-troupe, the morning went pretty well and now we're just working on the semi-finals routine, it seems to be going pretty well but I am still kind of nervosa about nationals. I walk into my office with Dom in my arm and just as I'm about to sit down I feel a familiar sensation, water dripping down the inside of my leg, oh no, they're two months early. "Jamesssss, come here now." I scream as the first contraction hits pretty strong. James rushes in and instantly knows what's going on, "Right, okay don't panic, I'll get A-troupe to take the kids out and then I'll call an ambulance, just try and make your self as comfortable as possible I'll be back in a minute." I can do this I think to myself, this is going to be so tough. After a couple of minutes James come in with a pained look on his face, now I'm really panicking, what's wrong? "Okay, don't freak but the traffic is so bad that we're basically trapped at the studio for at least five or six hours so you might have to deliver here." Okay, I can't do this.

After a couple of hours of pretty fast moving labour I'm now lay on the studio floor with as many towels as we could find in extreme pain, knowing that I'm almost at the stage that I need to push, I'm not ready. James has been great, he's stayed by my side at all times and helped as much as he could possibly could. "Arghhhhhhhhhh, it hurts so much." I scream as another contraction racks my body, I can't help but think that these babies are going to be two months premature, are they even going to survive? Right, okay now I need to push, putting all my effort onto it I push, once then twice and the finally I hear a faint cry, my heart bursts with pride for a few seconds before I'm pushing again, trying to get this ordeal finished with so I can hold three babies. I hear another cry, it's slightly louder this time, I see James rubbing them dry and then finally I push one last time and I know that I have delivered, but I can't hear a cry, that's when I know something is wrong. "She's not breathing." James shouts whilst desperately trying to start her breathing but his attempt seems futile, after what feels like hours I hear a faint cry leave her lips and a relieved sigh leaves James'. That's when James turns tome and says "two girls and a boy, you did so good baby." a smile spreads across my whole face and all I want to do is hold my new babies. That's when James hands me the boy and then one of the girls and then the other girl, looking down at my perfect children my heart erupts with pride.

After a few hours an ambulance arrives to check over me and the triplets, "So you delivered triplets naturally that were two months premature and mother and babies all appear to be healthy, am I right?" the paramedic asks in a sceptic voice, I nod my head not really having the energy to speak "Alright, I'm not really sure how but I think you can all go home." We're told, I'm so excited but also kind of nervous, we don't have any baby seats or clothes with us, as if he can read my mind James says "Do you want me to head home, get everything we need and come back to get you the triplets and the other five?" he asks me I nod my head as he stands up and gives me alight kiss on my temple. I look down to see my perfect bundles of joy and can't wait to bring them home for the first time.