My husband and I were so excited last
week because we had made it to 20
weeks. We had an appointment set up
for Wednesday so we could find out if
we were having boys or girls. I was
really hoping for one of each.
Last Monday morning started out like
any other but when I went to the
bathroom, I noticed a little blood. I
hadn't had any spotting before so I
was about to call my doctor when fluid
just rushed out of me. I panicked and
it took me a minute to figure out
where the phone was in my office (on
my desk) and called the secretary.
She called 911, brought me down to the
nurse's office, where I waited for the
ambulance.
My husband met me at the hospital but
my OBGYN was nowhere to be found. We
waited for over an hour before a
resident finally came by. She told me
sometimes the baby can sit on the
bladder and cause one to urinate. I
wanted to yell at her and tell her I
would know if I had pissed myself.
She did a couple tests that confirmed
my water broke.
We found out one of the babies'
amniotic sacs had broken and now had
no fluid. We didn't know the babies'
sexes yet so we referred to it as Baby
A. Both babies had good heartbeats so
my husband and I tried to stay
optimistic. After a couple nights in
the hospital, the doctors sent us
home. I was on strict bed rest and
antibiotics. We were still hopeful.
I had read many of the stories on this
site and prayed that we would be one
of the lucky ones.
The next morning, I went to the
bathroom and noticed an umbilical cord
hanging down. I had never seen one
but I knew right away what it was. My
husband was about to leave for a
meeting but he ended up taking me back
to the hospital. Baby A no longer had
a heartbeat. Baby B, who we now knew
was a girl, was still active and well
so our hope was that Baby A
would "fall out" without affecting
Baby B.
We spent another 2 nights in the
hospital, waiting, not knowing. But I
was uncomfortable Friday night and
couldn't sleep. By early Saturday
morning, it was becoming obvious that
I was having contractions. By 10am, I
was in labor.
Baby A, our little boy, was delivered
and the contractions subsided so I
begged Baby B to hold on. I got to
rest a little while. A couple hours
later, I was hit by contraction after
contraction. There was no time for
pain medication. There was nothing I
could do and my poor husband could
only sit by my side and hold my
hand.
Baby B, our little girl, was delivered
quickly but at 20 weeks and 5 days,
she had no chance. We couldn't bear
to see them or hold them so the nurse
put together a keepsake box for each
baby, with their footprints and
pictures so we could look at them when
we were ready.
None of the many specialists I saw
during the week could explain why this
happened but we were told there was no
reason why we couldn't have children
in the future. My husband and I are
holding onto that hope.
We will never forget these two and
they will always be our angel babies.
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