17 years ago (this week) I was admitted to a major Boston hospital. I was pregnant with twin boys and the pregnancy had been difficult from the start. Most of you know the story but to catch the newbies up to speed I had PPROM (preterm premautre rupture of membranes) (in laments terms, my water broke) at 18 weeks with baby B and 22 weeks with baby A. I have woulda coulda shoulda myself for years but know in my heart this is because I had a CVS (not the pharmacy kind) test done at 13 weeks (per recommendation.) They thought something was wrong with baby B (Zachary) There was not. Until there was. I was in and out of labor and delivery so many times I finally begged to be admitted at 22 weeks into my pregnancy. I think they finally gave in because they didn't think I would be there very long. After all; my water had broke. Twice. Chances were slim these babies were staying in. The OB fellows had rounded on me the next morning and decided to discuss my option...
Mom, cancer survivor, and wanna be writer.