At the first ultrasound at 7 weeks, I told the RE, “You promised us it wouldn’t be a litter.” She said “You’re going to jinx us…it’s not one baby, it’s twins.” I cried. I was scared, happy, amazed, nervous; a thousand feelings in one.
The pregnancy was uneventful until 28 weeks. Everything was great. I was tired, but I continued teaching. Then, in the middle of the night I woke up in a pool of blood. I couldn’t speak on our way to the hospital. I thought we had lost them.
I was put on bedrest. No explanation for what had happened. Everything looked OK. At 32w I started bleeding again…just a little this time. They admitted me to the hospital. That night, I bled everywhere, and began a fight for us all.
For four days they tried to keep me from delivering. At 32w 4d, I began bleeding profusely. When they put me on monitors, they found out baby B was almost gone. They rushed me to the OR and cut me open before I was even asleep. My placenta had abrupted. My boys came into the world fighting, and were rushed to the NICU.
For 2 days I couldn’t even see them. They spent 4 weeks in the NICU. Even to this day we deal with motor delays, with weight gain. I never knew being a mother of multiples could be so hard. I never knew it could be so beautiful either. I’ve amazed myself. Breastfeeding my boys (still going) and becoming a milk donor. Meeting women on a message board from around the
This experience, this journey, has been worth every minute.