Our
TTTS Journey
-Emily
Farwell
Twin to Twin Transfusion Syndrome, I
had never heard of it before this year. But now I am spreading awareness about
it and the tragic effects it can have on babies and their families.
Last winter our journey to start a
family became reality. We were so excited to become first time parents.
It had been 6 years since either side of our families had welcomed a baby. My
dad was battling brain cancer and he wanted to become a grandpa again so
badly. The timing was wonderful! We were elated but kept it quiet
until the ‘magic 12 week’ mark. At 8 weeks I went to my first ultrasound.
My husband decided to not come because he’s a little squeamish about things and
I myself didn’t know what to expect. He’d have lots of other appointments to
come to. I told him, “Don’t worry about it, they won’t tell us anything
exciting, just an estimated due date, and we can kind of figure that
out.” Famous last words, it still makes me laugh. The ultrasound tech
calmly said, “There’s one, and there’s two.” WHAT?!?! 2??? No way, no how! No
one on either side of our families has ever had twins. I thought that was
the only way twins happened, besides IVF. The tech complimented me on how
cool and collected it was. I explained that I didn’t know her and didn’t want
to freak out in front of her, and that I thought I was still in shock. I went
to the car and called my husband to tell him everything went well and that I’d
tell him details when I got home. He happened to be grocery shopping, so I made
sure he had picked up beer for himself! When I got home I showed him the
ultrasound pictures, to which he replied, “Do they always call it Baby A?” We
had separate pictures of them and then one together. We looked at each other in
disbelief for quite a while, and over the next few days wrapped our brains
around it. Was our spare room big enough for 2 cribs, would my mom still
provide daycare if there are 2 of them, how are we going to fit all of their
stuff into our cars…? The questions were soon followed by excitement and
anticipation. We always wanted 2 kids, we were just getting them at the same
time. It was a good deal for me, 1 bout of morning sickness, 1 delivery, one
phase of lots and lots of poopy diapers. We could do this!
So on came the morning sickness,
sciatica, bad head colds, and the stretching body! Out of the 21 weeks that I
carried them I felt relatively good for only 2 or 3 weeks, but feeling like
crud was a small price to pay for having 2 babies. At 12 weeks I saw a
Perinatologist at our local hospital, only about 10 minutes from our house. I
would go there for monthly ultrasounds as they confirmed at that appointment
that they were definitely momo-di, like they had suspected from my first
ultrasound. I thought like most people twins were either identical or
fraternal. What did mono-di mean? We met with a Genetic counselor that day who
discussed TTTS with us. What it is, what it looks like, the chances were of
being effected by it, and what we could do about it, We were in a good place,
close to our hospital, seeing high-risk doctors, and close to Milwaukee, where
one of the leading TTTS doctors practiced, and performed the surgery if we
needed it. Things seemed to be going well for the most part, my morning
sickness was starting to lessen, my belly was growing, and we were able to
share our exciting news with people. At 16 weeks we found out we were having
girls! At my 19 week appointment the fluid levels were starting to differ to a
level that was concerning, I was put on immediate bed rest, while laying on my
side and sipping my High Protein Boost. I was now scheduled for weekly
ultrasounds, and was really scared. I knew this meant things weren’t ok. I
talked with Dr. DeLia from Milwaukee who worked closely with my peri. He
seemed pretty calm and collected and emailed me some resources. I knew what I
had to do, so I followed his orders diligently. I am a kindergarten
teacher and I was missing the last 2 weeks of school, which was emotionally difficult,
put I kept my eyes on the prize! The following week at 20 weeks gestation, it
looked like my hard work and determination had paid off. The fluid levels
were balancing out a bit, bladders could be seen in both babies, dopplers were
good, and their size was relatively similar. So I went back home and continued
with the same routine. However, this time it was tougher on my emotionally and
physically. Emotionally I struggled because I knew I may have to do this for 3
more months, I was missing my favorite time of the school year, and I was
unable to go visit my dad whose health was deteriorating. Physically, my
hips hurt from laying on my side, my back was starting to hurt, I was having
awful rib pain, and I was starting to get heartburn. But I kept my eyes
on the prize.
I was excited to go to my 21 week
appointment; to get up and take a shower, get out of the house, see my babies,
and see why I was so uncomfortable. I had blown up like a balloon.
The ultrasound took FOREVER! Baby A was struggling, no measurable fluid, no
visible bladder, and stuck down really low. Baby B was swimming in a ton of
fluid and they were starting to worry about her heart. My cervix changed
as they measure it. I was scared to death. My doctor said I would need to have
the laser surgery. I sobbed and sobbed. They took us into another room where we
could talk. My doctor contacted Dr. DeLia in Milwaukee, where I’d go for
surgery. He wanted an amnio reduction and circlage done before I came to
for the surgery. Without those 2 procedures, we would not make it to the
surgery. I walked down the hallway to Labor and Delivery. All I could
think in my head was, “labor and delivery? I am NOT in labor and we are NOT
delivering these babies, it’s just a room where they are doing the amnio reduction.”
So that night the amnio reduction was done. Both babies looked good the whole
time. As the procedure went on my rib pain started to go away; it was from all
of the extra fluid. They removed almost 3 liters of extra fluid! Gross! I
was scheduled for a circlage in the morning, and probably surgery in the next
few days. I was having some cramping or contractions after the procedure, which
I was told is normal because of the amount of fluid that was removed. The
uterus needs to adjust. They gave me meds to stop the contractions, but
they kept coming, getting more intense and more frequent. They gave me
more meds, but nothing was working. Sometime in the middle of the night
my water broke. It was Baby A’s.
That’s when I knew we were in real
trouble. I knew the first 12 weeks of pregnancy were scary, and having twins at
the end was scary. I knew full well that they would probably be in the NICU. I
knew they may not come home at the same time, but I never let myself think that
they would never come home. I never, ever though we’d be in trouble at 21
weeks! My babies were coming. How do you prepare yourself for that? They were
born that afternoon 9 minutes apart. Baby B, Catherine, actually made her
appearance first, followed by Baby A, Hattie. They were both born
sleeping as labor was too tough on their tiny bodies. They were
absolutely beautiful, just so teeny tiny. Catherine was 9 inches long and
Hattie was 8.5 inches. They both weighed 10.5 ounces.
The nurses dressed them in adorable
matching white dresses with pink hats and wrapped them up in blankets.
They were baptized, held by both grandmas and one of their grandpas, and an
aunt. We were able to keep them with us for 24 hours; the most rewarding,
amazing, sad, and heart wrenching 24 hours of my life! 24 hours I will cherish
forever! A few days later they were buried in the cemetery behind the
church were we were married, next to my husband’s grandparents.
Now what? I was frozen time. I
couldn’t do anything; I wasn’t supposed to be doing anything. I was supposed to
be pregnant, I was supposed to be on bed rest, I was supposed to be wearing
maternity clothes. I was stuck. I cried harder then I ever knew I could cry; I
cried more then I ever knew I could cry. What are you supposed to do? Where’s
the guide book? I believe I had a choice, I could stay right were I was, or I
could move forward. (I hate the term move on, I’d never move on from this.) I
made a goal for myself; Do one thing each day; go visit my dad, cook a meal,
work on my baby book for angels, write a thank you; Just 1 thing. Put one foot
in front of the other and see where it leads. Little by little I started
to be able to do more.
At one point during that first month
after losing the girls, I stumbled across a quote. “There is no foot so small
that it cannot leave an imprint on this world.” YES!!! That was it! That was my
girls! I was madly in love with their amazing, little feet.
Their lives needed to mean
something, they needed to be remembered.
Other people needed to know about
TTTS! I drew inspiration from other TTTS angel moms that I had connected with
on Facebook. Somehow, they had turned their grief into something
powerful. They had taken something so sad and made it positive. As
I lay in bed one night in tears, it came to me: The Catherine and Hattie Photo
Challenge. I wanted people to say and write their names and talk about
TTTS. Knowledge is power. The whole world needs to know about my
girls and their courageous battle!
I stayed awake for hours thinking of
how this could work. My tears turned into a smile. Man, did that smile
feel good. I was able to remember my girls with a smile! I was on to something;
something that could be big, something that could be powerful. The next
morning I sat down on my computer and started typing. It poured out and my
thoughts and the words came out perfectly. I posted the challenge to my
two TTTS groups on Facebook. Within minutes people from all over the US had
responded to the idea. Go little feet, go! Then people from other countries
started to respond to the idea. Then I emailed friends and family who
knew our story. Within a few days pictures started to come in. Each time I got
one, I smiled a big smile (and maybe cried a few tears). My girls were
telling the world about TTTS. How cool is that?
I was not at a place where I was
able to share our story with all of my Facebook ‘Friends’. I had also decided
when I started the Photo Challenge that it would run for a year. For
their 1st birthday, on June 8th, 2013. I will pull
all of the photos together to put into a book in their memory. 6 months
into it I have received around 200 photos from Italy, Australia, Japan, Puerto
Rico, England, France, Canada, Hawaii, North Carolina, New York, Georgia, Las
Vegas, Wisconsin, and many other places in the USA. Every time I get one
I know that someone has thought about Catherine and Hattie, and I can’t
describe what a great feeling that is! My girls and their battle with
TTTS have changed the world, one picture at a time.
“No foot is so small that it cannot
leave an imprint on the world” – literally J
Emily also shared the post below
with me, with you. I wanted to share it
because I do believe in angels too. I do
not know that I have had many moments where I know that Cole has come to us, to
someone I know directly. And some people
believe that the angels we encounter are never the people we actually know…so
that would make. Others still can
biblically tell me that angels are not people who ever lived on earth. All of those things may be true but I guarantee
that my friend Tara Sawyer would argue with you that my son Cole did come to be
with them during her pregnancy with her twin boys and has visited them lots of
times since then. I will never know for
sure if this is true or not but I guarantee you that God was very present in
the interactions between Tara and I and even more so in the connections between
her sons and Cole, After all, Noah Cole (who is named after our own Cole) and
his twin Jack Lawrence were born on February 26/10…one my boys first
birthday!
Here is Emily’s story of how her
angel girls helped someone near and dear to her.
My
Angels
-Emily
Farwell
Do you believe in angels? I do! And
here’s why…
When our identical twin daughters,
Catherine and Hattie, were born sleeping at 21 weeks on June 8, 2012, I was so
devastated that I needed to believe in something, anything. They were so
tiny and so perfect, simply too beautiful for Earth. There was not a doubt in
my mind that they were in Heaven. They were the newest, teeniest, tiniest, most
beautiful angels to reach the pearly gates. I had to believe in something; I
had to believe they were somewhere if they couldn’t be here with us. So
that’s what it was, a belief in something wonderful, a place that was wonderful
enough to have my babies.
As I sat at the cemetery preparing
for their funeral a little boy from my kindergarten class was undergoing
experimental brain surgery. I know teachers aren’t supposed to have favorites,
but what can I say, this little boy Giovanni (Gio) is definitely one of my
favorites. He suffers from an extremely rare seizure disorder, which
causes him to have over 80 seizures a day! The seizures were so sever
that they caused him to be non-verbal and on the autism spectrum. But all
of that being said, he is an amazing boy with the most beautiful eyes and
charming personality to match. Because the seizures had become so bad and
his quality of life was dwindling, the decision was made for experimental
surgery. That day his family and I talked to my angels all day.
They needed to help him get through this; they needed to guide the gentle hands
of the surgeons! We needed all of the help we could get for Gio!
The surgery seemed to go okay, but now the waiting game began to see what the
true outcome was. He would be in the hospital for weeks being closely
monitored.
A week after he was released from
the hospital I went to his house to watch him for a few hours. He was his
quiet charming self, but a bit different. From the first day he walked
into my room, I knew that he is a smart and inquisitive guy. He was my
first student to know that I was pregnant after all! He used to put his
hand on my belly, grunt, and smile at me, as if to say, “I know that you have a
secret in there.” He even knew before any of the adults at school knew!
But how would he react to me not being pregnant anymore? Would he even notice?
How do you explain such a sad thing to him, or do you even try to? I was full
of anxiety not knowing what to do, so I didn’t do anything. I walked into his
house as he squealed and ran over to me; maybe I’m one of his favorites too.
J
Anyway, after I was there for a
little while he brought a book over to me and sat on the couch, as if to say,
“Hey come and read this book to me!” So we sat there next to each other;
I read. He listened. All of the sudden he touched my belly and looked up
at me with the most curious brown eyes. I simply said, “Gio, the girls
are in Heaven.” His expression turned to confusion. I said, “You know,
they’re angels, the ones who were with you during your surgery, the ones who
helped you and your doctors.” He gave me the biggest grin I had seen in months,
a grin that said, “Oh ya, those girls, that’s who they were. Of course I know
they were there with me and they helped me the whole time!” I was
speechless! I sat on the couch stunned, fighting back tears, not able to move!
Did he really see them? Were they really there helping him?
Well, next came my proof. He reached
up and held onto the pendant on my necklace. My mom had bought me a
necklace with a pea pod that has two peas in it, just like our identical twin
girls. He held it gently and gave me that same amazing smile again. Yup!
There was my proof. Angels DO exist! They are there to help us when we need
them, to watch over us, and give us strength. Our babies are okay!
Hopefully this story helps you
believe too. Heaven does exist and it is filled with little angels!
Our TTTS Journey
-Emily Farwell
Twin to Twin Transfusion Syndrome, I had never
heard of it before this year. But now I am spreading awareness about it
and the tragic effects it can have on babies and their families.
Last winter our journey to start a family became reality. We were so excited to become first time parents. It
had been 6 years since either side of our families had welcomed a baby.
My dad was battling brain cancer and he wanted to become a grandpa
again so badly. The timing was wonderful! We were elated but kept it quiet until the ‘magic 12 week’ mark. At
8 weeks I went to my first ultrasound. My husband decided to not come
because he’s a little squeamish about things and I myself didn’t know
what to expect. He’d have lots of other appointments to come to. I told
him, “Don’t worry about it, they won’t tell us anything exciting, just
an estimated due date, and we can kind of figure that out.” Famous last words, it still makes me laugh. The
ultrasound tech calmly said, “There’s one, and there’s two.” WHAT?!?!
2??? No way, no how! No one on either side of our families has ever had
twins. I thought that was the only way twins happened, besides IVF. The
tech complimented me on how cool and collected it was. I explained that
I didn’t know her and didn’t want to freak out in front of her, and
that I thought I was still in shock. I went to the car and called my
husband to tell him everything went well and that I’d tell him details
when I got home. He happened to be grocery shopping, so I made sure he
had picked up beer for himself! When I got home I showed him the
ultrasound pictures, to which he replied, “Do they always call it Baby
A?” We had separate pictures of them and then one together. We looked at
each other in disbelief for quite a while, and over the next few days
wrapped our brains around it. Was our spare room big enough for 2 cribs,
would my mom still provide daycare if there are 2 of them, how are we
going to fit all of their stuff into our cars…? The questions were soon
followed by excitement and anticipation. We always wanted 2 kids, we
were just getting them at the same time. It was a good deal for me, 1
bout of morning sickness, 1 delivery, one phase of lots and lots of
poopy diapers. We could do this!
So on came the morning sickness, sciatica, bad head
colds, and the stretching body! Out of the 21 weeks that I carried them
I felt relatively good for only 2 or 3 weeks, but feeling like crud was
a small price to pay for having 2 babies. At 12 weeks I saw a
Perinatologist at our local hospital, only about 10 minutes from our
house. I would go there for monthly ultrasounds as they confirmed at
that appointment that they were definitely momo-di, like they had
suspected from my first ultrasound. I thought like most
people twins were either identical or fraternal. What did mono-di mean?
We met with a Genetic counselor that day who discussed TTTS with us.
What it is, what it looks like, the chances were of being effected by
it, and what we could do about it, We were in a good place, close to our
hospital, seeing high-risk doctors, and close to Milwaukee, where one
of the leading TTTS doctors practiced, and performed the surgery if we
needed it. Things seemed to be going well for the most
part, my morning sickness was starting to lessen, my belly was growing,
and we were able to share our exciting news with people. At 16 weeks we
found out we were having girls! At my 19 week appointment the fluid
levels were starting to differ to a level that was concerning, I was put
on immediate bed rest, while laying on my side and sipping my High
Protein Boost. I was now scheduled for weekly ultrasounds,
and was really scared. I knew this meant things weren’t ok. I talked
with Dr. DeLia from Milwaukee who worked closely with my peri. He seemed pretty calm and collected and emailed me some resources. I knew what I had to do, so I followed his orders diligently. I
am a kindergarten teacher and I was missing the last 2 weeks of school,
which was emotionally difficult, put I kept my eyes on the prize! The
following week at 20 weeks gestation, it looked like my hard work and
determination had paid off. The fluid levels were
balancing out a bit, bladders could be seen in both babies, dopplers
were good, and their size was relatively similar. So I went back home
and continued with the same routine. However, this time it was tougher
on my emotionally and physically. Emotionally I struggled because I knew
I may have to do this for 3 more months, I was missing my favorite time
of the school year, and I was unable to go visit my dad whose health
was deteriorating. Physically, my hips hurt from laying on
my side, my back was starting to hurt, I was having awful rib pain, and
I was starting to get heartburn. But I kept my eyes on the prize.
I was excited to go to my 21 week appointment; to
get up and take a shower, get out of the house, see my babies, and see
why I was so uncomfortable. I had blown up like a balloon. The
ultrasound took FOREVER! Baby A was struggling, no measurable fluid, no
visible bladder, and stuck down really low. Baby B was swimming in a
ton of fluid and they were starting to worry about her heart. My
cervix changed as they measure it. I was scared to death. My doctor
said I would need to have the laser surgery. I sobbed and sobbed. They
took us into another room where we could talk. My doctor contacted Dr.
DeLia in Milwaukee, where I’d go for surgery. He wanted an
amnio reduction and circlage done before I came to for the surgery.
Without those 2 procedures, we would not make it to the surgery. I
walked down the hallway to Labor and Delivery. All I could think in my
head was, “labor and delivery? I am NOT in labor and we are NOT
delivering these babies, it’s just a room where they are doing the amnio
reduction.” So that night the amnio reduction was done.
Both babies looked good the whole time. As the procedure went on my rib
pain started to go away; it was from all of the extra fluid. They
removed almost 3 liters of extra fluid! Gross! I was scheduled for a
circlage in the morning, and probably surgery in the next few days. I
was having some cramping or contractions after the procedure, which I
was told is normal because of the amount of fluid that was removed. The uterus needs to adjust. They gave me meds to stop the contractions, but they kept coming, getting more intense and more frequent. They gave me more meds, but nothing was working. Sometime in the middle of the night my water broke. It was Baby A’s.
That’s when I knew we were in real trouble. I knew
the first 12 weeks of pregnancy were scary, and having twins at the end
was scary. I knew full well that they would probably be in the NICU. I
knew they may not come home at the same time, but I never let myself
think that they would never come home. I never, ever though we’d be in
trouble at 21 weeks! My babies were coming. How do you prepare yourself
for that? They were born that afternoon 9 minutes apart. Baby B, Catherine, actually made her appearance first, followed by Baby A, Hattie. They were both born sleeping as labor was too tough on their tiny bodies. They were absolutely beautiful, just so teeny tiny. Catherine was 9 inches long and Hattie was 8.5 inches. They both weighed 10.5 ounces.
- See more at: http://katbiggie.com/ttts-tuesday-catherine-and-hatties-story/#sthash.I2EUpoCX.dpuf
Our TTTS Journey
-Emily Farwell
Twin to Twin Transfusion Syndrome, I had never
heard of it before this year. But now I am spreading awareness about it
and the tragic effects it can have on babies and their families.
Last winter our journey to start a family became reality. We were so excited to become first time parents. It
had been 6 years since either side of our families had welcomed a baby.
My dad was battling brain cancer and he wanted to become a grandpa
again so badly. The timing was wonderful! We were elated but kept it quiet until the ‘magic 12 week’ mark. At
8 weeks I went to my first ultrasound. My husband decided to not come
because he’s a little squeamish about things and I myself didn’t know
what to expect. He’d have lots of other appointments to come to. I told
him, “Don’t worry about it, they won’t tell us anything exciting, just
an estimated due date, and we can kind of figure that out.” Famous last words, it still makes me laugh. The
ultrasound tech calmly said, “There’s one, and there’s two.” WHAT?!?!
2??? No way, no how! No one on either side of our families has ever had
twins. I thought that was the only way twins happened, besides IVF. The
tech complimented me on how cool and collected it was. I explained that
I didn’t know her and didn’t want to freak out in front of her, and
that I thought I was still in shock. I went to the car and called my
husband to tell him everything went well and that I’d tell him details
when I got home. He happened to be grocery shopping, so I made sure he
had picked up beer for himself! When I got home I showed him the
ultrasound pictures, to which he replied, “Do they always call it Baby
A?” We had separate pictures of them and then one together. We looked at
each other in disbelief for quite a while, and over the next few days
wrapped our brains around it. Was our spare room big enough for 2 cribs,
would my mom still provide daycare if there are 2 of them, how are we
going to fit all of their stuff into our cars…? The questions were soon
followed by excitement and anticipation. We always wanted 2 kids, we
were just getting them at the same time. It was a good deal for me, 1
bout of morning sickness, 1 delivery, one phase of lots and lots of
poopy diapers. We could do this!
So on came the morning sickness, sciatica, bad head
colds, and the stretching body! Out of the 21 weeks that I carried them
I felt relatively good for only 2 or 3 weeks, but feeling like crud was
a small price to pay for having 2 babies. At 12 weeks I saw a
Perinatologist at our local hospital, only about 10 minutes from our
house. I would go there for monthly ultrasounds as they confirmed at
that appointment that they were definitely momo-di, like they had
suspected from my first ultrasound. I thought like most
people twins were either identical or fraternal. What did mono-di mean?
We met with a Genetic counselor that day who discussed TTTS with us.
What it is, what it looks like, the chances were of being effected by
it, and what we could do about it, We were in a good place, close to our
hospital, seeing high-risk doctors, and close to Milwaukee, where one
of the leading TTTS doctors practiced, and performed the surgery if we
needed it. Things seemed to be going well for the most
part, my morning sickness was starting to lessen, my belly was growing,
and we were able to share our exciting news with people. At 16 weeks we
found out we were having girls! At my 19 week appointment the fluid
levels were starting to differ to a level that was concerning, I was put
on immediate bed rest, while laying on my side and sipping my High
Protein Boost. I was now scheduled for weekly ultrasounds,
and was really scared. I knew this meant things weren’t ok. I talked
with Dr. DeLia from Milwaukee who worked closely with my peri. He seemed pretty calm and collected and emailed me some resources. I knew what I had to do, so I followed his orders diligently. I
am a kindergarten teacher and I was missing the last 2 weeks of school,
which was emotionally difficult, put I kept my eyes on the prize! The
following week at 20 weeks gestation, it looked like my hard work and
determination had paid off. The fluid levels were
balancing out a bit, bladders could be seen in both babies, dopplers
were good, and their size was relatively similar. So I went back home
and continued with the same routine. However, this time it was tougher
on my emotionally and physically. Emotionally I struggled because I knew
I may have to do this for 3 more months, I was missing my favorite time
of the school year, and I was unable to go visit my dad whose health
was deteriorating. Physically, my hips hurt from laying on
my side, my back was starting to hurt, I was having awful rib pain, and
I was starting to get heartburn. But I kept my eyes on the prize.
I was excited to go to my 21 week appointment; to
get up and take a shower, get out of the house, see my babies, and see
why I was so uncomfortable. I had blown up like a balloon. The
ultrasound took FOREVER! Baby A was struggling, no measurable fluid, no
visible bladder, and stuck down really low. Baby B was swimming in a
ton of fluid and they were starting to worry about her heart. My
cervix changed as they measure it. I was scared to death. My doctor
said I would need to have the laser surgery. I sobbed and sobbed. They
took us into another room where we could talk. My doctor contacted Dr.
DeLia in Milwaukee, where I’d go for surgery. He wanted an
amnio reduction and circlage done before I came to for the surgery.
Without those 2 procedures, we would not make it to the surgery. I
walked down the hallway to Labor and Delivery. All I could think in my
head was, “labor and delivery? I am NOT in labor and we are NOT
delivering these babies, it’s just a room where they are doing the amnio
reduction.” So that night the amnio reduction was done.
Both babies looked good the whole time. As the procedure went on my rib
pain started to go away; it was from all of the extra fluid. They
removed almost 3 liters of extra fluid! Gross! I was scheduled for a
circlage in the morning, and probably surgery in the next few days. I
was having some cramping or contractions after the procedure, which I
was told is normal because of the amount of fluid that was removed. The uterus needs to adjust. They gave me meds to stop the contractions, but they kept coming, getting more intense and more frequent. They gave me more meds, but nothing was working. Sometime in the middle of the night my water broke. It was Baby A’s.
That’s when I knew we were in real trouble. I knew
the first 12 weeks of pregnancy were scary, and having twins at the end
was scary. I knew full well that they would probably be in the NICU. I
knew they may not come home at the same time, but I never let myself
think that they would never come home. I never, ever though we’d be in
trouble at 21 weeks! My babies were coming. How do you prepare yourself
for that? They were born that afternoon 9 minutes apart. Baby B, Catherine, actually made her appearance first, followed by Baby A, Hattie. They were both born sleeping as labor was too tough on their tiny bodies. They were absolutely beautiful, just so teeny tiny. Catherine was 9 inches long and Hattie was 8.5 inches. They both weighed 10.5 ounces.
- See more at: http://katbiggie.com/ttts-tuesday-catherine-and-hatties-story/#sthash.I2EUpoCX.dpuf
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