Paper, ribbon by Lisa West - Nadia's Treasures kit
WordArt by JulieC
Ribbon by JenLin- Wreck of the Day kit
Frame by BooLand Designs
Paper by CanDesigns - Crystal Palace kit
Journal mat by CanDesigns - Mermaid's Heart
Floral string by Lily Bell
Not quite 2007, but one of my most emotional journeys.
While being on bedrest with twins, we went for a follow up appointment at 10 weeks. Holding my breath to hear the 2 heartbeats, my husband started to laugh hysterically & the doctor was shaking his head. I looked up at the monitor, where I saw 3 heartbeats. My mom had arrived that morning and when the initial shock wore off, we sat down and had a long talk about NICU life and preemies, and the fact that selective reduction could possibly be advised by the doctor. I remember telling her that I would rather have 1 hour with them then to reduce just because there was 3. Little did I know how those words were about to hit hard.
At 12 weeks I went in for a follow up appointment. Nothing could have prepared me for this appointment. When the ultrasound tech left the room to get the doctor, I still had no idea what I was about to hear. The look on his face said everything. There was a problem.
Baby C had lost all the amniotic fluid. There was a heartbeat, but without the fluid, the baby would not develop properly. I was told that day that 1 of many things could have happened. My water could have broken, it could have been a chronic abruption, or Potter's Syndrome. He felt that the heartbeat would probably stop and that I would continue as a twin preganncy. Or, if the sac ruptured, I could go into preterm labor and lose the entire pregnancy. Either way, Baby C was not going to make it. I don't remember walking out of his office, driving home, or telling my husband. We went back to the doctor the next day so he could talk to us. He advised us that IF the baby made it to delivery, life expectancy was 1-4 hours max, due to the fact that no lung tissue had developed.
We went for every week for ultrasounds, wondering if this would be the day that my triplet pregnancy officially became a twin pregnancy. What most women find joyous, I approached with fear every time the ultrasound machine was turned on. At week 18, I remember being told that since the heart was till beating, that the baby would make it to delivery, and I had to decide what to do.
Instead of picking out nursery colors, I was deciding between a funeral or cremation. How was I going to make it through delivery and celebrate the birth of the 2 surviving babies and grieve at the same time?
When someone asked me what I was having, I said twins. I actually got to the point where instead of dealing with the rollar coaster, I convinced myself that I was having twins just to get through the rest of my pregnancy.
At 22 weeks we went for an ultrasound. The tech left the room to get the doctor& I thought this was the end. The doctor came in, looked at the monitor and said - "Baby C has fluid".
On that day, we found out that Baby C had gained some, not much fluid. Enought to have a pediatric cardiologist to evaluate the heart/lung ratio.
At 27 1/2 weeks, we were told that the baby had a 50/50 chance, instead of 0%.
4 days later my water broke at 28 weeks.
The next 11 days were a blur. At 6am on the morning of May 8, 2006, we picked a name for our daughter. At 7:34am, 2 minutes after Dominic and 2 minutes before Ryan, she was born, a 2lb, 3oz miracle.
75 days later, on July 21, 2006, Aspen Kinleigh Grace came home.
I look forward to the day when I can sit down and tell her all about her story, and how she defied the odds. But deep down iside, I think she already knows.