Thursday, April 26, 2012
Aiden and Ryan today!


It all started on April 30th, 2011, when I POAS and saw that magic word “Pregnant”.  I had been so used to seeing “Not Pregnant” that my heart literally jumped out of my throat.  We had been trying for nine months, ever since our trip to Europe in August 2009 where we visited Ireland, England, Poland and Italy.  I remember running down to the basement where DH was cooking (we had construction going on at the time so we were using the basement kitchen).  I showed him the pregnancy test and started crying immediately.  We embraced and stood there hugging for what seemed like an eternity.  I was supposed to run a half marathon the next morning with my sister, but opted out of it.  I knew I was only 4 weeks along so I didn’t want to risk anything happening to this tiny being growing inside of me.

The next two weeks went by without a hitch.  I had an u/s scheduled for my ninth week to date the pregnancy and meet my new OB.  At 6 weeks I experienced some bleeding.  We went in for an early u/s expecting to be told that I miscarried.  When my OB started the u/s he told me to relax and that it was likely that nothing was wrong.  The next words that came out of his mouth would change our lives forever.  He said, “Do you have a good heart?”  I said “yea, why?”  He said, “Well, you’re having twins!”  I never laughed and cried so hard in my entire life.

I immediately bought Dr. Luke’s book about carrying multiples.  I spent the next few days reading through the chapters and getting myself anxious.  I read all about PTL and other complications that are common with twin pregnancies.  At one point, DH told me to put the book down and stop making myself crazy.  So I put the book down and never turned back.  I spent the next few months taking it pretty easy.  I did a lot of lying down after work but I also did my fair share of tidying up after the construction going on in our house.  And I was seeing my OB every three weeks.

On September 12 I was put on bed rest due to a shortening cervix.  I went to the hospital with DH for a routine growth scan and a cervical check.  When they measured my cervix it was at 1.2cm.  The cutoff for bed rest is 3cm.  I was monitored for contractions (I wasn’t having any) and my OB was called to come a check on me.  She checked my cervix again and gave me the bed rest talk.  I cried.   But mostly because I was nervous about not being able to work, and how we would afford our mortgage for the next 4 months, not because I was nervous about carrying to full term.  I convinced myself that I would be in bed until I was 38 weeks.

Exactly one week later we went in for another cervix check, and much to my surprise my cervix was no longer measurable.  The technician who measured it didn’t say anything at first.  She simply put the wand down and left the room.  I knew something was really wrong.  She came back with the doctor, who checked me again, and they immediately told me I was being admitted to L&D.  While I was waiting for a bed, I heard them say I had a bulging bag.  I never heard this term before, but I knew what it meant. 

I was admitted to triage and hooked up to a mag drip and IV antibiotics and three monitors – one for each baby and one for me.  I spent the next 24 hours there not able to eat or drink anything for fear that they would have to perform an emergency C-section.  I was contracting the whole time, every minute or two, but I didn’t feel the contractions.  A neonatologist came to my bedside and explained to me and my husband all the complications our children were faced if they were born now, in a week, in two weeks, etc.  I felt like I was living a dream. 

The next day I was moved to antepartum because I was no longer contracting.  DH went home and brought me my laptop, some magazines and books, a hairbrush, my toothbrush and anything else he thought I needed.  We were ready to live in the hospital for the next 3.5 months.  I wasn’t allowed to get up to go to the bathroom and the doctors were no longer checking my cervix for fear of breaking my water.  I was told to inform my nurse of any contractions, bleeding or discharge.  DH stayed with me every night and went to work in the morning.  Five days later, I convinced him to go home and sleep in our bed.  He needed it.  He didn’t have work the next day so he would be able to sleep in.  He went home and I played on my computer.  I stumbled upon the Preemie page on TB and opened a post where everyone wrote about how their LO’s are doing now.  It gave me so much hope.  I grew tired and went to sleep.

At 4:30am I awoke to some bleeding.  I immediately called my nurse who came with the resident on call.  She checked me with a speculum, and immediately told me there is too much blood and she has to take me to L&D.  I asked her if I should call my husband.  She said yes.  When they moved me onto a stretcher, I looked over at my bed and saw the blood.  I said “Oh fuck!” when I saw how much there was.  As they wheeled me to L&D, I remember feeling very calm but a million thoughts were racing through my head.  I have no clue what they were.  The Drs performed an u/s to see the babies’ postioning, and the whole time I felt this urge to pee.  I knew it had to be the pressure of the babies on my cervix. 

I was moved to the OR and I remember it being so cold.  The anesthesiologist was so nice, he kept telling me not to worry, that they will take care of me.  As they prepped me for surgery I made my mind slow down because I wanted to remember everything.  I felt like I was in a movie.  All I saw were these faces with masks on.  I couldn’t even recognize my own OB, they had to point him out.  I later found out that he made it to the hospital in 12 minutes.  Seconds before they put me under (there was no time for an epidural so they have to knock me out), I was told my husband had made it to the hospital.  I was so happy. 

I woke up in recovery and immediately started crying.  It was Sept. 25, 2011, and I just kept repeating to myself that today was my children’s birthday.  And instead of it being the happiest day of my life, it was the saddest.  DH told me the boys were ok, he hadn’t seen them yet but they were alive.  Then the recovery nurse asked us what their names were.  We always had the name Aiden picked out for Baby A, but Baby B was a tough one.  We narrowed it down to Paul and Ryan, so I let DH pick.  He picked Ryan. 

At some point DH left, maybe to eat or see the boys, I’m not sure, but my dad stayed with me.  I cried the entire time and he just held my hand.  I will never forget it.  I later found out that the bleeding was caused by a placental abruption, and that Aiden’s feet were hanging out of me by the time I was put on the operating table.  From the time I called my nurse, to the time the boys were born, only 45 minutes has passed.



In many ways this isn’t a birth story at all, because I wasn’t awake for any part of the boys’ birth.  I often think about why this happened to us, and I try to understand the very difficult decision God made to put us in this situation.  My simple answer is this:  God put me in the hospital to save Aiden.  If I was at home when the bleeding started, we never would have gotten to the hospital in time, and we would’ve lost him, and possibly Ryan.  I thank God every day for making this decision for us. 

Aiden, 3 weeks old

Ryan, 3 weeks old

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Precious and priceless so lovable too, the world’s sweetest littlest miracle is, a baby like you.

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