Inside were appointment confirmations, canceled checks from the marriage, and copies of the letters I wrote while carrying the four babies.

My first letter sounded hopeful.

I gave him the clinic’s telephone number and offered a time to meet with the physician.

The second was more frightened.

I had been placed on activity restriction, and my doctor wanted me to understand how a complicated multiple pregnancy might change quickly.

The third letter was simple: The babies are here.

They are small but fighting.

I hoped you would want to know.