Miracles in the UK

There I lay with a 6 month beautiful bundle of joy and my husband said "I would like another" I smile and say, "in another 5 years", he looks back "I think I will be too old in 5 years. I want to see my children grow up. Look how close Riley and Tia are." (Grandchildren of a friend that are 15 months between each other) I look at him and say "yes, that would be lovely, they would be so close they would be like twins." (Famous last words)

Only the month after I take a pregnancy test which was positive, we were excited. 6 weeks into the pregnancy I started experiencing severe cramping, the doctors sent me for scan as they thought the pregnancy may be eptopic. We went into the scan and they were looking and my husband says "I bet its twins". I hit him and say "don't be so silly", the sonographer laughed and said "do twins run in your....oh!" Both me and my hubby looked scared at her "what's wrong?" we asked. She looks up, "I need a second opinion. I think I can see two fetal poles". "TWINS?!?!" I gasped and we were sent outside for 45 minutes. I remember thinking "I'm only 20, how am I going to cope with twins and a daughter under 2?"

45 minutes later we were called in and they said after looking over the pictures determined there were two fetal poles. My husband says "so we are having twins?" The sonographer looked back and said, "yes, Mr. Reynolds you are having twins. You need to come back in two weeks to be monitored". We agreed and left. Two weeks later in the same spot feeling just as nervous as before we were called in, they looked over and stopped. They told us there was a possibility that the twins were coinjoined and that I would have to come back in 2 weeks for a definite answer.

I left feeling numb I didn't know what quite to say or think. I dodged the subject with my husband till the next scan at 10 weeks. Again same position than before watching the clock tick over more anxious than either of the times before, again we were called in and at the end of the scan she said "Good news, they are definitely not conjoined but I want you to go for a scan in two weeks with a specialist as I can't seem to find a membrane". We sighed with relief but without realising what she had just said was bad.

I got home and curiosity got the better of me and I googled it, after reading all the horror stories. I sat there and cried. My husband sat beside me and asked what was wrong. I showed him and he said there may still be a membrane and not to worry. Having a daughter of 7 months gave me something else to concentrate on between being sick with morning sickness and feeling so tired of course. 12 weeks I sat in the same spot completely overwhelmed again she scanned them over and she looked at me again. "Urm, I'm going to clean you off and I think you should come and sit down." She cleaned my stomach, I rearranged my clothing and she looked at me and said, "I can confirm you are carrying Monochorionic Monoamniotic twins, they are extremly rare and in the UK have less than 50% survival rate. They are in the same amniotic sac and can easily tangle in each others cords which will result in fetal death, they can cut each others blood supply which will result in fetal death and also TTTS which can be handled but isn't 100% that it works. The negatives out weigh the positives and I suggest you get a termination."

On the way home we drove in silence as we parked outside our home in Broadfield, West Sussex (UK) my partner held my hand and said "I will support whatever decision you make." I sarcasticly smiled and got out the car. That night I tried to speak to a few close friends about it, neither knew what to say and told me to do what I thought was best. It was not much help at all. I then, I don't know why, searched in the tool bar MoMo twins and found the facebook group called MoMo Twins: Pregnancy, Birth and More. I spent 2 1/2 hours reading everybodies stories and it gave me a glimmer of hope. I turned to my husband and said, "Who am I to play God with two people's lives? I am not God and don't wish to be so. I am going to let nature take its course... If we come out with two, awesome, with one, so be it, and none, at least we would had tried. I can't give up on them." The next day I received my first consultants appointment at the local hospital where the consultant suggested that I go to 36 weeks and have them naturally and only have a section if there's trouble." I left feeling confused as she said the opposite of the specialist I saw, that night I lay in bed thinking about things. The next morning I decided to call East Surrey hospital (45 mins away) where I saw the specialist and asked for all my appointments there and with a more experienced specialist.

We continued our two weekly scans and all was going well until 18 weeks when I collapsed during a routine scan. I was rushed to accident and emergency and they did all sorts of tests and came back with that they thought was a blood clot on the lung. Over night they gave me blood thinning injections in hope it would flush the clot and the next day I was taken down to radiology where an Indian doctor sat me down and said, "You need to be aware that you are having radiology with gamma rays, we think your babies may have developed all its features BUT there's a chance they may have not and doing this may cause mutation." I asked, "what if I don't do this?'" He responded, "It's likely you won't be able to carry on with your pregnancy." I asked for a few minutes and thought of my options, I came to the conclusion that I would rather risk them being mutated than terminating them as I had I already felt them. I called back the Dr. and said "I will go ahead with procedure" I sat and hugged a huge machine while its took pictures of my lungs. I went back to the ward and anxiously waited the results. 5 hours later a Dr. came to me and said "they couldn't see any clot and they thought it may had flushed out."

Back home all was okay and carried on normally till 28 weeks. I was sat in my living room watching TV while my partner was in the bath  and I started to feel my stomach contracting; having a singleton before I knew what was happening. I left it a hour before I called down my hubby to take me to the hospital. We got there and they monitored me and said "if we can't stop this we need to organise an air ambulance to take you to St. Georges in London as we don't have the facilities here for two 28 week old fetuses". They gave me some medication which calmed them down and 2 hours later stopped. They told me not to go out by myself and do minimal walking and things around the house to avoid preterm labour. At the next consultants appointment she sent me for steroids straight away and said I needed a iron transfusion as my iron levels were dangerously low. The next Thursday I went in at 7am they started pumping the iron into me and at 8pm I was still there. A nurse came in and I asked "excuse me, do you know how much longer it will be as I've been 12 hours". She turned and sternly said "girls like you take up room in the delivery suite because you cannot be left in a chair. It will take as long as it takes". She walked out came back 10 minutes later, "so are you going to breast feed your twins?" I replied "I don't think its good idea to be up all night breastfeeding twins and be up early with a 14 month old."  She stared at me and said "Well, do you know you are going to kill those babies because formula will not digest in the system properly? I had a meeting with my team and we decided when and if you should have a section and we haven't agreed to it."  I looked at her and said "my consultant booked it months ago". I sat there holding back the tears and she then said "when that is finished I will take you to the NICU so you can see how they will be!".

Fifteen minutes later she left me at the door of the NICU and I went in and saw all these babies connected to machines and broke down and left the hospital and went home. The next day I called my consultant to say what had happened and she assured me the next day that the section had been confirmed and nothing to worry about. 1st of December came, delivery day, I was super excited when I looked out the window to see a blanket of snow outside.  We called a taxi who were hesitant to come and told us they would charge us double which my husband said "I don't care, we're having babies."

I got dressed in the gown, was sitting waiting patiently when I saw a smartly dressed man with a brief case who looked out of place on the ward. He was walking towards me he said "Miss Plant?" I looked at him vaguely "yes?!?". He said "I'm sorry to inform you we are unable to do your elective section today due to no space in the NICU at this current time." I got really upset I said "Do you not know how important this is? Do you not understand the consequences?" He looked down and replied, "I'm afraid I have done all I can." I asked "at least you will give me a scan right to monitor the blood flow?" He stated, "No, Miss Plant, we are unable to scan you today please make your way here tomorrow and we will try and fit you in". I went home rather angry but tried to sleep as much as I could.

The next morning I wake and look out the window and we had 2 feet of snow, we call the taxi who again is reluctant to come and said this time they would charge double and a half! Again we responded "We don't care, we are having babies." We drove to a family friend's to drop our daughter off as we went to turn around we were faced with a hill. The taxi did not want to go up but luckily there were 2 strong men trying to dig out their cars that James begged to help. We finally got up the hill with help from two local men and James when we get stuck again up a smaller hill, poor James had to push the taxi up by himself and faceplanted in the snow but like a good sport got back up without a word. It took us a hour and a half but we got to the hospital again. We got dressed for the section when I saw the smartly dressed man again. I looked at James and I said "I can't believe it, he better not be coming here." He stood at my bedside and I looked up, "Miss Plant, we are unable to do your section today due to lack of staff due to the snow. I have considered getting you to another hospital as we realise the importance but we cannot get any ambulances safely here. Please stay and we will see what we can do in the morning." James hugged me tight and said stay here and I will come back tomorrow. I was left 7 am till 7 pm with no monitoring, food or water, then the staff changed and a head midwife came and monitored me and gave me a sandwich and again before bed and showed me to a private room.

At 5am I woke to a knocking at the door and she said I've come to monitor you...I remember thinking all I want is to sleep. As she started to monitor she said "That's not good. Okay stay here I need to go get someone". 10 minutes later a group of people ran in with a scanning machine my little miracles heart rates were 200. They said "We need to get you up to delivery suite now, these babies are coming". I cried "please call my husband, I can't do this alone". They took me up to the delivery suite and the heart rates calmed down but the consultant said they need to come today. They were wheeling me out the room to theatre when James arrived as we went to exit the room I heard "there's not enough staff in the NICU". I shouted 'Noooooo!' And the anesthesiologist smiled and said don't worry "they will be here soon". After a hour I went down to theatre and Maddison Sophia was born at 10:30 on the 3rd of December, weighing 3.15lbs, and Mia Sienna 2 minutes later at 10:32 weighing exactly the same. Their cords were looped and tangled and the cord was wrapped round Mia's neck. Thankfully there was no deformities due to the gamma rays. After a 22 day stay in the NICU Maddison and Mia came home on Christmas day 2010 :)