Here is my story. I had been off the
birth control pill for about a year and
had been taking my prenatal vitamins
every day. Two days after Christmas
1998 I found out I was pregnant. I was
having a great pregnancy, working out
no morning sickness, felt just great.
At 16 weeks I had my first ultrasound
and guess what, I found out I was
having twins, the perfect pregnancy a
boy and a girl. I live in a community
with some of the best doctors and the
group of OB's I go to just happens to
have one of the two high risk OB's in
their practice. My doctor sat down with
me and told me that having multiple
births is very high risk and that I
really needed to take it easy. He said
that everything looks great but no
running or real high activity and no
traveling far from home. So I did just
what he told me, I did continue to work
and I am in Medical Sales and I am on
my feet alot but he said that it was ok
(now I wish I would have stopped
working. So four weeks later at 20
weeks I had another ultra sound, with
twins they do every month and then
every two weeks. I looked great, cervix
was fine, feeling fine no problem, but
the Dr wanted to start seeing me every
two weeks just because of twins. At 22
weeks I had another apt and I still
looked great, cervix fine, no bleeding
nothing. I did start to feel some heavy
pressure and I told the Dr that and he
said that I had vaginal hemroids and
that is what happens when your carring
so much weight and I only weigh 115
pounds before babies. I look back on it
now and I should have listend to my
body because I should have stopped
working and put myself on bedrest but
this was my first pregnancy and I felt
great other than that pain. My doctors
were really great but I think they made
a bad call and at that point should
have known that was a bad sign. So at
23 week and 5 days I woke at 3:00 in
the morning and went to the bathroom to
dicover that I had some reddish mucos
(it was my mucus plug,but I didn't know
that)I called the Dr and he said that
it might not be a big deal but to come
in the office at 8:30 . I started a
little tiny bleeding but then it went
away. I went to the Dr.at 8:30 and they
checked my cervix and it looked fine,
but then because my Dr is high risk she
just wanted to make sure and did a
cervical ultra sound and found out that
I was 1 cenimeter dialeted and was
having contractions but did not know
it. So this is when the days from hell
begin. They rushed me to the hospital
and started me on mag sulfate and
breathin. I was very scared, the babies
would not have made it and I was not
prepared for that. I made it thru the
night(I am not sure how)and they
transferred me to anti-partum and I was
still on mag and I had a pump in my leg
that gave me breathin I had to lay with
my feet very elevated to keep my water
from breaking and I had no bathroom or
shower privledges, but at that point I
did not care what I had to do to keep
my babies inside, I knew that every
hour counted for them to be born
healthy. Within that three week (all of
them in the hospital, I never got up to
walk, they had a theripist come in and
do exercise on my legs)we had many ups
and downs,good nights and bad nights.
My Dr said that I really need to keep
them in until 32 weeks to assure lungs,
brain etc. I knew deep in my heart that
there was no way I would be able to
keep them in, my body could not
physically take it. My son was on the
bottom and he was very low, three
nights before they were born my son's
water broke. I could not believe it, I
was almost laying upside down and never
got up once how could this happen. I
had no infection, no high blood
pressure, but I was having about 8
contractions a day the entire time in
the hospital. I lasted almost three
days and on Saturday morning at 1:30,
they rushed me in for an emergency C-
Section. I can recall that minute like
it is happening right now, I was
screaming for them not to come out
because I was so scared that they would
die or that they would be born with
disabilities. They were both born alive
26 weeks, 5 days my girl weighed 1.12
and my boy weighed 1.10. I did not see
them for two days because I had a fever
of 103.5 and they would not let me go
into the nursery. I felt like a
failure,like I could not even give my
babies what a mother was suppose to 40
weeks inside. I felt so alone and
scared, only the feeling that the
mother could feel.My babies stayed in
NICU for 2 and a half months, they had
good and bad days but both were born
very healthy for how small they were(I
forgot to mention that I received about
8 shots for their lungs, which I
believe is why they are so healthy)they
never had any problems just so scares
that always turned out to be nothing.
My babies Finley and Ricky just turned
two years old and are so big, strong,
smart and healthy. They have no
problems from their pre-maturity and
they both weigh almost 30 pounds. We
are so lucky and I thank god for them
and for the strength he gave me and my
family to get thru the tough times. I
hope this story gives any body out
there who reads it hope.....miracles do
happen because my children are living
proof. I think if I learned one thing
from this, that is to listen to your
body and ask questions and demand
everything from your Dr...God Bless all
of us who have lived this or are living
it right now......have faith and don't
give up.
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