She experienced her TTTS journey almost exactly a year after mine...our 'angel' days are only 2 days apart and our survivors were born at similar gestational ages. We met online in the first few months after her boys arrived and right away she impressed me with how active she was in helping others.
She and some other moms have found a wonderful way to support other families who are grieving a loss from TTTS and I am pleased to share her, their boys story and her project with you.
I found out I was pregnant the week after July 4th 2010. It was my first pregnancy and just like all first time parents, my husband Jason and I were both nervous and excited.
A few weeks later I experienced some spotting and I nervously called my GYN office.
The doctor told us to come in right away for an ultrasound. I remember holding Jason’s hand on the way into the office and telling him, “I can’t loose this baby.”
Twenty minutes later I found myself laying on the examination table for an internal ultrasound. The doctor took a look at the screen and said words that no woman in that position wants to hear…”Hmm, this is interesting!” “What’s interesting?” I slowly asked.
“This is one fertilized egg, this is a sack, and this is another fertilized egg.” After a few moments of stunned silence I said “Twins?” My husband got up from his chair in the corner of the room and peered nervously at the screen. “Are their any more in there?” he asked.
We laughed and she assured us that it was just the two of them and that it was too soon to tell if they were identical.
My husband and I walked back to the car in stunned silence that slowly turned into excitement. Jason was especially excited as he is an identical twin.
The first person I called was my friend Kristi. She had two miscarriages and I called her as soon as I started spotting. She had been praying for me all morning.
“I have good news and interesting news.” I told her. “What’s going on?” she asked. I could hear the apprehension in her voice. “Their both fine!” “No way,” she replied. She sounded as stunned as I had been just a few minutes earlier. This was the first of many such fun phone calls and encounters we would have that day.
At 14 weeks, we found out that our twins were identical. I posted about this on Facebook and soon I received a private message from an old college friend.
Her name was Tova Gold. I had gone to college with her and hung out with her often. We had not kept in very close touch over the years and months later she told me how nervous she was to write me this message.
You see she knew I would not want to hear what she had to say. No one wants to hear what she has to say because no one wants to believe that babies die. Yet she took a risk and shared the story of her daughters who are forever nicknamed Sunshine and Daisy.
Sunshine and Daisy were also identical twins. This means that like my boys they came from one egg that split (mono chorionic), lived together in one sack, and shared the same placenta. This is the most dangerous kind of twin because it means they are at risk for Twin to Twin Transfusion, a disease that is caused by an imbalance of the way the babies receive food and nutrients from the placenta. Sunshine and Daisy had succumbed to this disease in 2009.
She assured me that this disease does not happen to all twin pregnancy’s and that she didn’t want me to be upset, she wanted me to be informed so that I could be proactive about this disease and the pregnancy.
She sent me the link to her blog and also the link to the Twin To Twin Transfusion Foundation web site. I began to research the disease so I could become informed in case the worst happened.
I continued to research the disease and I found out that signs of TTTS could pop up around 16 weeks. Before our 16 week appointment I sent out an e-mail to all of my friends and family to please pray that we would not get bad news at our ultrasound.
I was so nervous on the way to the doctors that day. I received a text from my friend Kelly that read “don’t be nervous, I just know you will find out that they are two healthy girls.”
She was half right. That day we found out we were having two healthy, identical twin boys. Another set of Sporer twins to rival my husband and his brother. Both boys looked healthy and seemed to be growing as they should.
Now that we knew the sex we could start to have fun. We went to Babies R Us to register and picked tons of cute matching outfits for our boys. Two of everything. Two cribs, two high chairs, two teddy bears….
Then came our week 18 perinatologist visit. The usual routine was that the ultrasound tech would scan the twins and print the pictures. At the same time the pictures were able to be viewed in the perinatologists private office. Most times the tech would just show him a few of the pictures after we were done. Some days he would come in for a short consultation but other times we would not see him at all.
The scan of baby A seemed to be fine. We got a lot of good shots. He was being still and behaving. Baby B looked like a crazy person. He would not sit still! We joked that he would become our problem child.
Now the scan was done and Jason wanted to go get the car while I saw the doctor and got dressed. This was our normal routine but today the tech asked him to wait. She also asked the student technician to wait up. The two technicians went out into the hall and then Jason and I waited for them to return. My anxiety was mounting as the minutes ticked by. I looked at him and said “Something’s wrong.” He tried to reassure me but I could tell that he felt it too.
Finally the Perinatologist came back and uttered the words that we had been afraid to hear. It was stage 1 Twin To Twin Transfusion. Baby A was so still because he was saran wrapped in my uterus with 1.5 cm’s of fluid. Baby B was so wild because he was overrun with 8.5 cm’s of fluid at the largest visible pocket.
The doctor told us that he was going to make us an appointment at C.H.O.P (Children’s
) for that coming Thursday
but in the meantime he would like to perform an amniotic fluid reduction on
Baby B that would hopefully stabilize the T.T.T.S. Hospital of Philadelphia
Jason held my hand as I lay on the table surrounded by Dr. Aroldi and several of his assistants. I couldn’t look at the screen or the needle so we changed the subject at talked about our favorite vacation destinations. I also spent a lot of time praying.
When he was finished I remember the Doctor said that Baby A, the “stuck” baby gave a little kick. He took this as a sign of hope that he would be okay.
We went home from the hospital and began to call our friends to deliver the sad news. I remember lying on the couch and sobbing uncontrollably.
The next day I called Tova and we had a long conversation about T.T.T.S and the many options that might lie ahead. I was so grateful to have her to talk to.
Finally it was Thursday and time to get up at the crack of dawn to drive to
. We had a day long appointment
at C.H.O.P. Philadelphia
The synopsis of the day was that both boys were alive and seemed small but healthy. They had reached stage 1 TTTS but they were not candidates for surgery at this time because the amnio-reduction worked and fluids remained balanced. If the fluids became unbalanced throughout the pregnancy we would re-visit the option of surgery. The recommendation was made that we have 2 ultrasounds per week to monitor the twins.
We walked out into the night sky feeling hopeful about our situation. I told Jason I would like to name them. I called Baby A Chase. This is the name that I picked. I wanted to name the weaker twin. Every time I thought of him giving his little kick after the amnio I would start to cry. I worried that I would never get to hold him in this lifetime and I wanted to give him the one thing that I could- a name. Baby B was called
I figured that he would be with us and it would be nice to let Jason name his
surviving son. Tyler
As the weeks rolled on we became more and more hopeful that all of us would come through this pregnancy alive. The ultrasounds all went well, fluids remained stable and both fetuses continued to look small but strong.
At our 21 week ultrasound Dr. Aroldi told us that he was very pleased with the results and was looking forward to watching us raise two healthy twin boys.
At this point I started to let down my guard. I believed that we were out of the woods. That T.T.T.S was a nightmare that occurred in the beginning of my pregnancy but would almost be forgotten by the end. We went back to behaving like “normal” first time parents. We took a tour of the hospital, began to plan the nursery, and I even bought a set of new matching stockings for our whole family.
Then came the second week in December 2010. I woke up on Wednesday December 15th and prepared to go to my perinatologist appointment. Ever since we found out about the T.T.T.S we always made sure that I wasn’t alone for my appointments. If Jason had to work I would bring my mother or a friend
Jason did not have to work that day but he had been out late with his friends. I felt like something was wrong and I begged him to come with me but he refused. He told me I was over-reacting and I would be fine.Something did not sit right with me. I knew I shouldn’t be alone but by this time it was too late to find someone to go with me so I got in my car and drove to the doctor’s office.
Twenty minutes later I was laying on the table as my favorite ultrasound tech Jennifer (the one who had assisted during my amnio reduction) rubbed warm jell over my tummy. The scan of Chase went well and then she moved on to
. She rubbed the wand over my belly for
several seconds before she exclaimed “I can’t find a heart beat” and laid her
head down on my stomach. Tyler
It wasn’t a complete shock. “Does this happen often?” I asked her, and she shook her head no. I asked her what would happen now and she told me she had to go get the perinatologist.
Dr. Bell was on duty that day. He entered the room after a few minutes and offered me his apologies. He looked at
and then did a check up of Chase who seemed to be doing okay. Tyler
He told me that he thought I would have to deliver that day. “At 26 weeks?” I whispered. “He won’t be the smallest one in there.”
I got dressed and Jen walked me to the hospital, which was attached to the Doctor’s office. We had to go to C3 which was the third floor of the Centennial Wing, the high risk pregnancy floor.
Jennifer introduced me to the RN on duty, Shelly, and she walked me into a large empty hospital room. It was set up to hold two patients but thank God I was alone. She had me take off my shirt and put on a belly band and hospital gown. She let me keep on my jeans. She applied more warm gel to my tummy and strapped on a fetal heart beat monitor and a contraction monitor.
She inserted a catheter into my hand in case we needed to do an emergency c-section, I would be hooked up to I.V’s. Then she left me alone. There I sat listening to the sound of hope, Chase’s heart beat going thump thump thump thump thump.
Jason got to the hospital before . We spent most of the day calling relatives and watching T.V waiting for something to happen. By early evening we were joined by Dr. Aroldi and Dr. Unger the neonatologist. He explained that a fetus has a very high rate of survival outside the womb after it reaches 28 weeks. My son was only 26 weeks. Our goal was to keep me pregnant until the 28 week mark and then evaluate from there.
Delivery at 28 weeks probably meant a surviving child but it did not necessarily mean a healthy child. If born that early, Chase would be at risk for blindness, birth defects and cerebral palsy.
As it already stood we didn’t know if Chase suffered any brain damage or illness from the passing of
There is always a chance that the twin who dies can bleed out into the
surviving twin and cause brain damage. A fetal M.R.I could tell us this for
sure but we would have to go back To C.H.O.P to have this test. We are a
pro-life family but even if we weren’t 26 weeks is too late to get an abortion
so the option was not on the table. We were in it now, for better or for worse.
The only thing we could do was pray. Tyler
The plan was to keep me in the hospital until 28 weeks. I would have an ultrasound every morning. At 28 weeks we would re-evaluate the situation.
The next two weeks seemed to drag on forever. I settled into a daily routine of wake up, have breakfast then an ultrasound. Shower, dress, and spend two hours calling/texting/facebooking everyone I knew to report the news. Thankfully it was always good news. No sign of brain bleeds, strong heart beat, looks healthy.
About two days before New Years Eve. I had passed our goal of 28 weeks and Chase seemed to be fairing well. The doctor let me go home for the remainder of the pregnancy provided I went to the perinatologist office for daily ultrasounds and
The ultrasounds continued to look good well into January. It wasn’t until the last week of January, 2011 that Chase’s cord blood flow numbers started to decrease every day. The first “bad” ultrasound occurred on a Thursday. By Monday I was a nervous wreck. I was worried that we would lose Chase too. Dr. Bell agreed that it was time to “pull the plug” and agreed to induce labor that night.
Jason and I checked into the hospital late Monday afternoon. We tried to induce labor but I would not dilate. Around on Tuesday Chase’s oxygen levels started to fail and I was brought in for an emergency c-cection.
My Twins were born around on Tuesday, January 25th. Chase was rushed to the NICU and I got to spend some time with
I wasn’t prepared for how he would look and I didn’t hold him. This is my
biggest regret in life. I can’t wait to hold him some day in heaven. Tyler
Chase spent almost 1 month in the NICU. He came home on
February 18th 2010. He is now a healthy and
happy 2 yr. old and is the light of our lives.
About 1 year later I was chatting on-line with a bunch of other T.T.T.S loss mom’s. We all recognized the need to support mothers who are going through a new loss.
We decided that we would join together to form the T.T.T.S support team and I volunteered to be the leader of this group.
Two years later we now have 33 active members from all over the world. Some women send packages and others donate items to our group. We have had many different donations including hand made jewelry, soft slipper socks, T.T.T.S rubber “cause bracelets”, and Teeny Tears diapers for still born babies.
We have sent approximately 69 packages to loss mom’s located all over the world. Each package is sent at no cost to the recipient, they are paid for and put together by another T.T.T.S mom.
If you are interested in receiving a package or learning more about the T.T.T.S support team you can contact me at Christina Russo Sporer on Facebook or E-mail me at email@example.com. Put T.T.T.S Support Team in the title of your e-mail.