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the diagnoses. august 12, 2014.

October 16, 2014

My first high risk appointment.

 

I was just about 17 weeks pregnant. I was feeling good, strong, healthy, & read to find out the news on our babies.

 

There as so much back and forth on whether the babies were sharing a sac, sharing a placenta, or maybe they had their own? It took so long for me to get into high risk due to insurance issues.

 

FINALLY, I drove up, parked, and went up to the second floor, all with a smile on my face.

 

"Jenna Dail, we are just go

 

ing to take your weight & vitals."

 

We went over all the basics- yes, pregnant with twins, yes, I'm under weight due to nursing my daughter at home, yes, I have a baby and a 3 year old, yes, I'm going to have my hands full- laugh, laugh, okay, thank you!

 

This seemed to be my conversations a lot over the time of my pregnancy.

 

Vitals looked great.

 

The ultrasound didn't take long. I beamed as I watched our little ones move around. So small. So innocent. So mine.

 

I closed my eyes time to time, as I didn't want to know their genders. I couldn't wait for labor to hear the Dr. announce whether we were having a boy & girl, boys, or girls!

 

"Is it one placenta?" I asked.

 

"Yes, it looks like one."

 

IDENTICAL!!!

 

"I'm going to get the Dr. and he will be in to exam you and go over everything," she said with a smile. I had no clue.

 

I remember texting Nick that everything was great & I just needed to ask if my cervix was thin or not. I stared at their gorgeous pictures as I waited.

 

He came in and did a repeat ultrasound.

 

"There's this syndrome called Twin to Twin Transfusion......"

 

My heart started racing. I 've heard of it before, and I knew it wasn't good.

 

He explained more about it- our Baby B was our Donor & Baby A was our Recipient.

 

"Will you just keep track of it and see what happens?

 

"Oh no, it's past keeping track of it, we need to do something about it. Baby B has only 1.7 for amniotic fluid & Baby A has 8. Baby B is only in the 5th percentile."

 

I just kept thinking- please don't cry, please don't cry.

 

"Meet me in the office so we can talk."

 

My heart dropped. I immediately texted my sister that something wasn't right and I need her to pray.

 

I sat in the office alone.

 

I overheard him on the phone explaining my numbers. What did this all mean?

 

He sat down and drew a picture. It looked sort of like the one below- but ours had the sac completely like a wrap on Baby B. There was no fluid to give the baby space. He explained what was happening to my babies. {I'll explain in another post- or feel free to google!} It took everything not to cry.

 

He gave me three options: Abortion, Laser Surgery in Miami {highly recommended} , & a process where they stick a needle in to release some of the fluid from our recipient.

 

Surgery it was.

 

He told me about his Dr. friend in Miami, who was the only one in FL to deal with these cases. He told me they'd be calling me in a day or two to schedule an appointment, and that I needed to be seen as soon as I could.

 

I signed some paperwork, gave blood, and made my way out the door. I walked to my car and lost it.

 

But at that point, I still had {hope}.

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