03/01/2026
“Our Naturally Conceived Identical Triplets Were a One-in-200-Million Miracle”
When the house finally goes quiet at 7 p.m. and the triplets are asleep, my day is far from over. That’s when my second shift begins. I know that if I don’t prepare for the next morning, everything will unravel before breakfast.
I wash babygrows and bedding, straighten the house, mix bottles of formula, portion cereal for breakfast, and blend vegetables for lunch. Everything is carefully arranged in the fridge, because I know the boys will all wake up hungry at the same time. Dinner for me doesn’t happen until well after 9:30 p.m., and even then, I rarely finish before one of them stirs. When I finally collapse into bed, uninterrupted sleep is a luxury I no longer expect.
It’s exhausting, nonstop work—but I wouldn’t change it for anything. Watching Jensen, Jaxson, and Jimmy, who just turned one, babble, laugh, and reach for each other fills me with a joy I never imagined. The fact that they’re here at all still feels unbelievable.
The boys are identical triplets, conceived naturally from a single egg that split three times. They shared one placenta in the womb and carry exactly the same DNA. Doctors told us the odds of this happening naturally are around one in 200 million.
Before all this, I never imagined myself with a large family—certainly not three babies at once. Craig and I loved traveling and spent much of our free time exploring new places. We both worked long hours—Craig as a dentist and me as a dental therapist—and children felt like something we’d think about “one day.”
Then the pandemic brought travel to a standstill. With the world paused, we decided it might finally be time to start a family. I assumed it would take years to conceive, but within weeks I was pregnant. We were over the moon, picturing pram walks and café visits with a single baby in tow.
Early on, I suffered from intense nausea and migraines. It felt too soon for symptoms, so I jokingly told Craig it might be twins. At our 13-week scan in December 2020, the joke suddenly became real. The sonographer confirmed twins—but moments later adjusted the screen again. Craig leaned forward and asked, “Is there another one?”
There was silence before we heard the words that changed everything: “Yes, it’s triplets.”
The sonographer told us she had never seen naturally conceived triplets in her 25-year career. Because the babies shared a placenta, we were warned of serious risks. I left the appointment stunned. That afternoon, I sat on the sofa researching triplets—equal parts excited and terrified. How could we possibly manage three babies at once?
That night, I started bleeding and was rushed to hospital. Thankfully, it turned out to be a clot caused by the placenta’s position. A scan showed three strong heartbeats. That scare made one thing clear: I wanted these babies more than anything.
I had to stop working and rest for the remainder of my pregnancy, which was difficult, especially during lockdown. At first, doctors told me I was expecting two girls and a boy, so I bought piles of pink clothes—only to later find out all three babies were boys.
My body grew rapidly, and by the time the boys arrived via planned caesarean at 33 weeks on April 26 last year, I was more than ready. They were born just seconds apart: Jimmy weighed 3 pounds, Jensen 2 pounds 8 ounces, and Jaxson 2 pounds.
Seeing them properly for the first time in intensive care was overwhelming. Surrounded by wires and machines, they looked impossibly tiny, their skin translucent. Thankfully, they grew stronger every day, and six weeks later we finally brought them home.
We had prepared with three cots, multiple prams, endless nappies, and clothes—but nothing prepares you for caring for three newborns without hospital support. Because they were premature, they needed feeding every two hours. Feeding one baby could take 45 minutes, while the other two cried. Eventually, I learned how to feed all three at once—two breastfeeding while bottle-feeding the third with cushions for support.
Sleep became optional. There was always at least one baby awake during the night, and I learned how far you can push yourself when there’s no alternative.
As they grew, their personalities began to shine. Jensen is calm and content, Jimmy is full of laughter, and Jaxson—smallest but fiercest—has the most irresistible smile. I can tell them apart instantly, but Craig often mixes them up, and even my parents still struggle.
Each day goes through a full tub of formula and at least 24 nappies. Walks are our main outings when I’m alone, though Craig and I occasionally plan carefully coordinated family days out. Holidays, for now, feel a little too ambitious.
Sharing our journey on Instagram has connected me with other parents around the world. The support has been incredible, especially during the isolation of Covid, and it’s become a beautiful way to document the boys’ lives as they change so quickly.
People often ask how I manage. The truth is, you don’t discover your strength until you’re forced to use it.
And as surprising as it sounds, I haven’t ruled out having another baby. For a while, we believed we were expecting girls, and that idea never fully left me. Doctors have warned there’s a high chance of another multiple pregnancy—something that would be a huge challenge—but after welcoming our one-in-200-million miracle, I’ve learned never to say never.