I remember the long, slow walk to the elevator, and to the car. Not a word was spoken between my wife and I. Just before we got to the car I stopped. My wife looked at me and I said, “Well, you wanted babies. I guess we are having three!” My wife gave me a big hug, as if it was my decision to make. For some odd reason all I could think about is how selfish I would have been pointing to the monitor and saying, “Okay Doc, we’ll pick these two and you make this one go away.”
I did talk to God and the thought entered my mind, “This is not your decision to make; you make the wrong decision and I can take them all away.”