By the time my first ultrasound came around, I was so sick I couldn’t keep anything down. I mean, nothing. On a good day I could keep some water down and maybe a few crackers. All I was doing was losing weight. I had determined the reason for that had to be -- it’s a girl!
Finally we were called back. It was very, very clear to us that Baby A was hogging most of the placenta, leaving Baby B with very little space and nutrients to thrive. They went from Baby A -- to recipient baby and Baby B -- to donor baby. It was intensely pushed on us,"The longer you wait to terminate Baby B, the more you are putting Baby A at risk as well." …"Baby B will not survive. We do not normally catch this early, and that’s a really bad sign.
And then they mention fetal surgeons and the possibility of surgery. Well first of all, why didn’t you lead with that?! So once again, we were sent home and told to expect a call within 24 hours. That night was the first time I felt movement. The slightest tiniest flutter. I clutched my belly and thought,"I hear you babies… don’t worry, I’m on your team."
There were findings of partial placenta previa with possibility of circumvillate placenta, vasa previa, intermittent absent end diastolic flow, possible amniotic bands, marginal cord insertion, double barrel placental cord insertion, and honestly, I’m sure I forgot a thing or two. Fast forward to 27 weeks 3 days. Now I’m being seen 1-2 times per week as well as the non-stress tests which some weeks meant three separate trips, but you never heard me complaining. I couldn’t often feel Baby B’s movements due to his small size and placement, so my only solid reassurance was that doppler on my belly! Well this is when we had a non-reactive NST. They gave me a steroid shot. They allowed me to go home and gather my things but directed me to come back immediately.
Next I walk down the hall for my growth scan, which is a longer detailed ultrasound that includes specific measurements. I was getting these every three weeks. Baby B had not grown since his last growth scan. This was My heart sank. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. I said,"Ok, schedule my surgery please." Monday was a holiday. So we scheduled for Tuesday. What this meant was I had to go home and sit around and again WAIT because it was only Friday.
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