After 7 years, 2 surgeries, 4
inseminations and an IVF/ICSI cycle,
my husband and I found out we were
pregnant with twins! We were so
excited and had the perfect 1st 12
weeks...no sickness or anything. At
12 weeks I started gushing bright red
blood and was put on modified bed
rest. A couple of weeks later I saw a
perinatologist who tells me it is a
subchorionic bleed and to go back to
work (2nd grade teacher). I spotted
for the next month and at 17 weeks 5
days my water gushed out. At the
time, I didn't know that was what was
happening. We were at a theme park
over an hour from home, so we headed
home. I leaked all the way home.
When I called my doctor he said I had
probably wet my pants, but to go ahead
and meet him at the hospital. After
three nitrizine tests and an
ultrasound, we knew the truth. Baby A
had very little fluid (3 cm). I was
taken by ambulance to a more capable
hospital where I was told the
situation was grim and that I would
probably have my babies in 48 hours or
less. The odds were definitely
against us. Of course I was given
magnesium sulfate to keep me from
contracting that made me sick as well
as just being totally devastated.
After the 48 hrs. were over we started
feeling better. Of course the doctors
were telling us the scenario...they
could try to deliver one baby and keep
the other one inside if the right baby
was presenting. She wasn't. They
reminded us each time we got our hopes
up about our babies that I wasn't
likely to make it to viability, but if
I did Baby A didn't have much of a
chance. They did 3 ultrasounds a week,
measuring the fluid each time and she
never had more than 2.1 cm in the
whole 9 1/2 weeks I lay in bed. At
around 19 weeks we found out Baby B
was a boy. On Monday, Dec. 15 I woke
up with a totally blood soaked pad
on. They sent me to L & D all day and
nothing happened. On Tues. the same
thing happened first thing in the
morning. They monitored me again all
day. On Wednesday morning, the 17th
of December, again my pad was soaked,
but this time it was for real. They
rushed me to L & D, and shortly into a
c-section. Baby A (Morgan Faith) was
intubated in the delivery room. Baby
B (Matthew Dawson) was put on CPAP.
We were told Morgan had a 20% chance
and Dawson had a 50% chance. At 22
hours after her birth, Morgan passed
away from severe pulmonary
hypoplasia. Dawson spent 9 1/2 weeks
in the NICU and came home weighing 3
lb. 15 oz. He is now 16 1/2 pounds
and 11 months old (8 months adjusted)
and is extremely healthy. He is the
light of our life, but we still mourn
the death of our precious angel,
Morgan. We just try to accept the
fact that God could heal all of her
and she'll be waiting for us when we
get to heaven. I kept an extremely
positive attitude in the weeks
preceding the birth of our children
and just knew God would give me a
miracle and save both of my babies,
but that didn't happen and it was very
difficult to accept at first. I know
that God is good and he took Morgan
for a reason. Keep your faith and
believe in miracles, but know that God
has a purpose in whatever happens.
God bless you. I'd love the
opportunity to help others who share
this common bond, so please email me
if you would like to talk.
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