Surprise, It’s Triplets!  The Moment My World Exploded with Love
The gel was cold. The screen flickered. Then… three tiny heartbeats pulsed like thunder in my chest.
“Surprise… it’s triplets!” the sonographer beamed.
I was 25. First-time mum. Not one baby — three. My breath caught. Tears burned. “How…?” was all I could whisper.

Daniel, my FIFO miner love, had been gone for weeks… until a broken leg chained him home. One spontaneous camping weekend later, fate laughed — and gifted us three daughters at once.
The 6-week scan shattered every expectation. No twins. Triplets. Our jaws hit the floor. Daniel’s eyes widened in pure awe: “Three babies… in there?”
We laughed through shock, joked about never wiping bums (spoiler: he does plenty now ), traded my pink car for a triple-pram beast, and built a nursery for three princesses.
Then 28 weeks hit like a storm. Cervix failing. Emergency C-section. Alone in theatre (damn COVID rules), I joked with the surgeon: “Before April Fools’, please!”
They arrived March 31 — tiny warriors:
Isabella 1,168g

Maisie 1,253g
Charlotte 1,490g
Three months in NICU broke us daily. Tubes, beeps, tears. Daniel sobbed one night: “I just want them home.”
June 2021 — they finally came. Chaos exploded: endless bottles, nappies, 3 a.m. symphonies. Our fridge? A milk factory.
Yet every scream, every smile, every tiny hand gripping mine screams miracle.
Now Charlotte’s fearless, Maisie’s quietly curious, Isabella’s our forever sunshine
We dreamed of three kids… but never imagined they’d arrive together, rewriting our hearts forever.
This overwhelming, exhausting, breathtaking love? We wouldn’t trade it for the world.