Submitted by Amy in Washougal, WA (visit Amy’s blog to learn more: http://theatoztwins.blogspot.com)
I’ve decided that perhaps I should start at the beginning. Hubby and I had tried for a year on our own to become parents before finally breaking down and using Clomid. For most people Clomid only results in one baby. But since I also have a very long family history of twins it increased our chances exponencially. After only one cycle of the drug I got those two little lines on my home pregnancy test that I had been praying for for a very long time.
So when the ultrasound tech said that we had 2 babies in my belly we were surprised, but we weren’t completely shocked. We knew it was possible, even without the drugs it was possible.
The day before the girls were born I had a perinaitologist appointment. Several weeks prior my parents had decided that I could not go to any more appointments alone, and insisted that if DJ couldn’t go with me then one of them would. This was quite a commitment for them because I was going to 2 NST appointments and 1 ultrasound appointment each week. By the end of my pregnancy I was threatening my Dr. to bring my sleeping bag and camp out in the waiting room. lol All of this to say, DJ was going to have to work June 11th, 2007, so my mom made room in her schedule and planned to go with me to the appointment. At the last minute DJ decided to take the day off work and go along as well, and since my mom had already planned to come I had TWO chaperones that day rather than just one. They both kept telling me that they felt they NEEDED to be there with me. I thought they were both silly, but when you’re 34 weeks prego with twins your will to argue lessens tremendously. I pretty much threw my hands in the air and said something along the lines of, “Fine whatever, but nothing’s going to happen! He’ll just say everything’s fine and then you will both feel silly for taking the day off work for nothing!” But somehow they just knew, even though I didn’t.
In any case, the ultrasound tech that day took a lot of measurements. They were especially concerned about Ziva because she was so much smaller than her sister. But we also knew that they were fraternal, and there could be a natural disparity between them just like any other set of sisters born on different years. So I really wasn’t worried at all, I felt like the doctors were making a big fuss over nothing. But I was thankful to be getting such great care, and I was happy to go along for the ride. There was one ultrasound several weeks earlier when they mis-measured Ziva, so the tech really took her time to make sure everything was correct. And then she got quiet, and left to get the doctor. I could see her heartbeat and everything so I knew she wasn’t in distress, but her actions still made me nervous. DJ said, “Well, I bet it’s time.” My mom agreed. I said, “Psh.. you guys are crazy!”
The doctor came in and said, “Time to deliver!” And I said, “What?!” I was in total denial… which ain’t just a river in Egypt! I thought for SURE that I’d carry them to at least 36 weeks! I had been visualizing it, picturing me taking home 2 healthy 6 lbs. babies as soon as I was released from the hospital. This was NOT my plan! Apparently Ziva had dropped off her growth curve, which meant that she would grow better outside rather than inside. He offered the option of checking myself into the hospital right then, or waiting until the next morning. I picked the next morning. I wanted to go home, do laundry, eat a normal dinner, pack my bag, etc.
So that’s what we did.
The next morning we arrived at the hospital. They wanted to hook me up to the NST to monitor the girls, I helped them. By then I was getting to be a pro at knowing where the girls heart beats could be found. The nurse checking me in talked me through what would happen. Turns out she was an identical twin, so she had a special place in her heart for twin births. And then she got to the part of her speech where she explained that after the girls were born they would show me each girl, and then they would go to a little room next to the OR, and then they’d sew me up, and I’d get to spend a brief amount of time with each girl before they were taken to the NICU and I was taken to recovery. And that’s when I broke down and cried. No, I sobbed. Because these precious little girls that I had spent every moment with for the past 8 months would now be taken from me in such a sudden way, and I wouldn’t be able to share a room with them the way I had envisioned. It was terrible, just writing it now brings me to tears.
The surgery itself went without a hitch. I had the two best Dr’s I could have asked for performing the surgery: Dr. Hutchinson and Dr. Gibbons. They were amazing! Ziva, who was breech, was born first, and then Anya was born 2 minutes later.
After they were born Dr. Hutchinson showed their placentas to DJ. Apparently Ziva’s placenta was 1/2 the size of Anya’s, which explains why Ziva was so tiny by comparison. Plus Ziva’s umbilical cord had grown along the side of her sack, which means if my water had broken unimaginable things could have happened to her. So THANK GOD I had good doctors watching out for me!!! And THANK GOD they decided I needed a c-section! Because it could have easily gone bad and Ziva might not be here with us today.
Wow, what a miracle it turned ut to be! The babies are beautiful!