It started like any other routine trip to the doctor. A newlywed couple, glowing with that post-wedding bliss and prepping for their very first baby. Bethani and Tim Webb had barely unpacked their wedding gifts when they got the big news: they were expecting. Cue the happy tears, Pinterest nursery boards, and name brainstorming sessions.
But then came the ultrasound.
Picture this: you’re lying in the exam room, clutching your partner’s hand, expecting to hear something sweet like “there’s the heartbeat!” But instead, the nurse squints at the screen, tilts her head, and blurts out something that sounds suspiciously like, “Um… there’s more than one.”
No, not twins. Not triplets.
FOUR. Identical. Girls.
You thought one baby could turn your life upside down? Try multiplying that by four — and making them look exactly the same. The universe really said “Go big or go diaper home” with this one.
The internet, of course, did not stay calm.
People were losing it online. Comments like “She unlocked a cheat code!” and “Someone call Netflix, this is the next season of ‘Parenthood Extreme Edition’” were everywhere. Memes of exhausted cartoon parents surrounded by baby bottles, tiny socks, and bags under their eyes bigger than their diaper bags started flooding Facebook groups.
Bethani and Tim didn’t even have multiples in their family. Zero twins. Nada triplets. This wasn’t some big genetic surprise — this was just Mother Nature showing off.
Oh, and the babies? Naturally conceived. No fancy fertility treatments. No science lab magic. Just pure Alberta luck and one wild spin of the biological roulette wheel.
Fast forward to delivery day. At 33 weeks, Bethani gives birth to four healthy baby girls via C-section. Abigail, McKayla, Grace, and Emily made their grand entrance — and then promptly started a full-time job making their parents the busiest couple in North America.
You thought that was the craziest part? Think again.
Let’s talk logistics. We’re talking 48 diapers a day. That’s 336 a week. That’s a forest’s worth of wipes. The laundry pile could easily reach Mount Everest base camp. And forget trying to tell them apart — Bethani and Tim had to color-code their toenails just to figure out who was who. Because let’s face it, nobody has time to play a daily round of “Which Baby Is This?”
Feeding time is no longer a peaceful bonding moment — it’s a tag-team wrestling match against time, formula, and four hungry babies who don’t care that you only have two arms and zero hours of sleep.
Some people were in awe. “She’s basically a superhero now,” one person wrote. “Respect to anyone who can raise four identical humans without accidentally sending the same kid to preschool twice.”
Others joked about future birthday parties being either the best or the most chaotic event known to mankind. “Four cakes or one cake with four sections? Either way, someone’s crying.”
But honestly, while the memes are gold and the chaos is real, people also showed up with genuine love and support. Donations poured in, volunteers helped out, and the community pitched in to get the couple a bigger car because — let’s be real — there’s no fitting four car seats in a regular sedan unless you’re playing Tetris at expert level.
Bethani and Tim moved in with Tim’s mom, who, by all accounts, is living her grandma dream life. Spoiling the babies, helping out, probably sneaking snacks and cuddles when no one’s watching — the grandma glow-up is real.
Being a parent is tough. Being a parent to four identical girls under the age of one? That’s another level of sleep-deprived, laundry-covered, baby-giggle chaos. It’s loud. It’s exhausting. It’s occasionally covered in mashed bananas. But it’s also kind of magical.
Because even though the Webbs have their hands full — and then some — they’ve got something truly special. A story that makes strangers smile, a bond that turned their small family into a legendary squad of six, and four little miracles who arrived just when the world needed a reminder that the wildest plot twists aren’t always on TV.
So next time you feel overwhelmed by life’s tiny disasters, just remember: somewhere in Alberta, there’s a couple color-coding baby toes and somehow keeping it together through quadruple the giggles, diapers, and bedtime stories.
And honestly? That deserves a standing ovation… and maybe a year’s supply of coffee.