This is a brief version of my delivery copied from my CaringBridge site.
My twin boys were born by emergency c-section at 9:49am on Friday, May 4th, 2012. At just 25 weeks and 5 days, Baby A weighed 1 lb and 7.5 oz and Baby B weighed 2 lbs and 2 oz.
I had been in the hospital for a little over a week on bed rest and constant monitoring after I reached 24 weeks of pregnancy. 24 weeks is when babies are considered viable, and since I had such a complicated pregnancy, the Doctors and I thought it was best that I stay in the hospital. I had been on bed rest at home for a couple months prior, but it was easy in comparison to being in the hospital. Physically it was uncomfortable because I had to have monitors placed on my belly almost all the time. Since the babies were so small and moving around constantly, many times the nurses had to sit with me and hold the monitors on my stomach to make sure they were monitoring both baby’s heartbeats. Emotionally, it was just as hard. I missed my family terribly and felt like a terrible mother abandoning my 2 year old, but I had to do what was best for the babies. If the smaller baby started to run out of his share of the placenta and was in trouble, they would have to deliver the babies. If they didn’t, there was a risk to losing both babies or causing the other baby to have brain damage.
On the morning of Friday, May 4th, around 5:45, I was alone in my room. I started to drift to sleep, but I heard the slow beeping of the monitor. Even though the monitor also monitored my heart, I knew it was too slow to be me. I called the nurses, and sure enough, baby b’s heart was decelerating. It had been beating very slowly for 5 minutes, indicating he was in distress. Three nurses rushed in, followed by the Doctor on call. They turned me to my side and gave me oxygen. The Doctor brought the ultrasound machine and asked me, “Are you ok with letting me take the babies out if I see them in distress?” I, of course, agreed to do what was best for them. He looked quickly at the ultrasound and shouted to book the Operating Room.
I was extremely frightened. I’d never had major surgery before, and had a natural birth with my oldest son. I wanted to call my husband and mom, but there was not time. They rushed me into the room, took off my pants and rolled me onto the table. They inserted a catheter, then the anesthesiologist came over. I reminded the nurse to tell everyone that the babies shared a placenta, so they may need blood volume after delivery. Dr. DeLia, my doctor, had reminded me to do that because in this kind of pregnancy complications can arise at the last minute. After the nurse told everyone, I remember the anesthesiologist telling everyone to be quiet because I wasn’t out yet. I remember praying that I wouldn’t feel them cut me open and that my babies would both be alive.
The next thing I remember is coughing and being rolled into the recovery room. My mom was there and then my husband was there shortly. The nurse told me both babies were ok and in the NICU. After a few minutes, they were able to roll me into the NICU to see them.
I remember my mom being teary eyed and saying how perfect they were. My dad and brother also came and got to see the boys. I just felt a great relief that they were both ok and that the pregnancy was finally over. It was a very tough journey…..but the journey was also just beginning.
My boys spent 91 and 93 days in the NICU at the hospital. Between the both of them, they battled NEC, PDA surgery, and ROP laser surgery. They endured much more in those 3 months than I have in my lifetime. They are truly my heroes, and the strongest babies I know. I am one lucky mommy.