Engrained in my memory more than the moment I met Jason, his proposal, our wedding day, graduation days… pretty much any day except for the births of our children, is the day we found out we were having triplets. It is so vivid in my memory and replays in slow motion. It was August, and the weather was sweltering. I was already experiencing extreme nausea, but had also experienced bleeding (later to be told it must have just been from the implementation of more than one baby). As we arrived at the doctors office, never in a million years would we have guessed the news that we were going to leave with. As the ultrasound wand focused in on my uterus, the three white sacs glared at us. I remember looking at Jason and his face was completely blank – in complete and utter shock. I remember explaining that the image must have been left over from the last ultrasound and that we better start over. Needless to say, this was not the case. The following hour is somewhat of a blur. I remember the doctor going through the risks and asking several questions. I remember several nurses congratulating us, and making a follow up appointment. As we walked out of the office, I felt numb. We sat in our car, in the parking lot, for over an hour. Sitting in silence, broken every few minutes with a question of shock – What are we going to do? This can’t be true. What about Quin? What about my health, and their health? What about my job? How could we afford this? One of Jason’s main questions was what will we drive? We decided to go to Rose’s in EGR for lunch. Our waiter probably thought we were the most dull, lifeless couple he had ever served. Besides ordering our food, I don’t recall us having a conversation. If he only knew how much life I really had growing inside of me.
That afternoon Jason disappeared into the basement for several hours. Not sure of his emotional status, I left him be. He emerged with a list, a spreadsheet of sorts. He had been researching mini-vans. Trying to figure out which would be the very best fit for us and our growing family. To most of you, this may not sound like a big deal. But, it was at that moment I knew he had already embraced the idea of having four children in carseats. You see, I have heard Jason say on more occasions than we have shoes in our closet (which is a lot!) that he would NEVER own or drive a mini-van. He has used every cliché term: Wouldn’t be caught dead, when pigs fly, when hell freezes… This is not an exaggeration, he has always been adamant about how much he despises mini-vans. One of Jason’s true loves in life is cars – right behind the love he has for his family and God! In his mind, mini-vans stand for everything that his love of cars goes against. I personally think it is a Peter Pan Syndrome, he just doesn’t want to grow up.
Well, if you see some strange guy in green tights driving a mini-van, it might very well be Jason! :) His research paid off this past weekend. We are now the owners (still can’t add proud in there) of a mini-van! I myself am not overly picky about vehicles, but can honestly say that a mini-van was not my first choice either. Quin and I drove the new mini to the mall yesterday, and I have to say I really liked it. The wide moving door and huge dip down in the back for her stroller was really nice! Isn’t it amazing how kids can change your mind about anything and everything!