My husband and I knew we wanted kids
from the start. By the time we
decided we were ready and went off
birth control, my father-in-law found
out that he had lung cancer. We spent
almost a year being stressed out, but
still trying. After a year, we
decided to see a doctor-not a
fertility doctor, just a nurse in
women's health. She diagnosed me with
PCOS and prescribed us clomid. I took
it for one month at the lowest dosage,
and whatm! we were pregnant. It was
the happiest day of my life! The
doctor thought it was probably that
the twins were natural since it was so
quick on the clomid. At 9 weeks
pregnant, we had a sonogram to check
for multiples. I had a weird feeling
the whole morning and when the
sonogram started, my heart started
pounding like crazy.
It was TWINS!
We spent the next few months doing
what we do best-preparing. We got
everything ready that we possibly
could. LIned up daycare, got the
nursery ready, and got our finances in
order. Our 20 week sonogram was
perfect. We found out we were having
a boy and a girl-which was so
perfect. They were measuring right on
schedule, no visible problems. My
morning sickness was finally gone.
The only thing was a weird pressure
and pulling I kept feeling down
low.
Later that week, I sat down to use the
bathroom and when I wiped there was
what, if I didn't know better, was the
mucous plug. It was clear, but
definitely plug-like. Being my first
pregnancy, I had no clue so I called
the doctor. They didn't seem too
concerned.
That was Tuesday. On Sunday night, I
laid down to go to sleep and I heard
and felt a gigantic POP! I knew right
away this was not good.
We went to the hospital where they
kept telling us that I would for sure
go into labor.
They gave me antibiotics.
I waited. They told me I needed to
get to 23 weeks at least so the babies
would have a chance to survive.
I was there a week.
They sent me home, where I was another
week until I went into labor.
I delivered the babies at 12:54 and
1:17. Baby A, the girl, had no fluid
and was bruised. She died at 8:30 pm
that night-she had a horrible
infection. Baby B died the next
morning at 10:30 am.
My placenta was sent to pathology and
proven to have a horrible infection.
There is no way to know if the
infection came first or after the
water broke.
I feel horrible and heart broken and
wish much better luck to all those
miracle babies and mommies out there.
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