It was like this. See, a dozen and a bit years ago, Adam and Aimee Dobb, from up Newcastle way, were a little divided over whether or not to have a third child. Adam reckoned as they already had a fine eight-year-old son and a wonderful three-year-old daughter, maybe that was enough? Aimee wanted a third.
Baseball triplets Hudson, Fletcher and Spencer Dobb. Credit: Louise Kennerley In the end Adam won, and went off to see the vasectomy surgeon for a consultation. But just as there is many a slip ’tween cup and lip, so too between yup and snip.
For in the time between the consultation and the operation, the couple continued their normal rhythm of life, and just a few weeks later Aimee began to experience that familiar wan feeling, and investigated. “Adam,” says she joyfully, “I think I’m pregnant. I’m going to have a scan.
” And she was! So she won, after all. ’I’ll put a play on from the dugout and Fletcher, who’s my catcher, just says, ‘No, dad, we’re not doing that’. And he’s usually right.
’ But wait, there’s more. For at the 12- week scan, came the news. “The gyno says it’s twins .
. .” Winner, winner, chicken dinner! But wait, there’s still more.
Triple treat: The Dobblets when they were born in Newcastle Private Hospital in 2011. Credit: Ryan Osland At 16 weeks, another scan. They’d got it wrong.
They were going to be the parents of triplets. “Look, please no more scans,” croaks Adam. “Every time we have to scan, the bloody .