When my husband and I learned I was pregnant with twins, we were overwhelmed with surprise, immense joy and anticipation. We dreamt of welcoming them home and introducing them to our beautiful daughter, who was 16 months old at the time. The twins were due August 28, 2013, and we believed we would soon have three healthy and happy children nestled safely under our roof.
Our vision quickly came to a halt at 15 weeks after an emergency ultrasound revealed that one of our babies wasn’t growing well. We were asked to prepare for the unimaginable possibility of losing one or even both babies.
The following weeks were dark and uncertain. Regular ultrasounds were both reassuring and terrifying. 17 weeks became 20 weeks, which became 24 weeks. Of course, we did not want to deliver then, but reaching 24 weeks, we learned, was a milestone. Another ultrasound at 27 weeks showed two babies, growing and defying the odds, though dangerously imbalanced in size and health.
My doctor offered us the opportunity to tour the Intensive Care Nursery (ICN) at Pennsylvania Hospital to get acquainted in the event that we would spend time there. We walked through a door labeled “CHOP Newborn Care at Pennsylvania Hospital” and were greeted warmly by a neonatologist who, with kindness and patience, gave us insight into the world of prematurity. Then a nurse manager gave us a tour, which provided a glimpse of life in the ICN.
One week later, at 28 weeks gestation, the babies decided it was time. On June 7, 2013, we welcomed our miracles William and Daniel (Will and Danny), weighing 2 lbs 12 oz and 1 lb 13 oz, respectively. At this moment, Will and Danny began the fight of their lives. But they – and we – were not alone.
It is immensely difficult to think about those days. It conjures up images of our tiny sons connected to devices, separated from us – and each other – by technology. But when reflecting on that time, it is impossible to forget that we were part of something truly incredible. The team at Pennsylvania Hospital became our family, who hugged us, cried with us, answered our endless questions, loved our children – and who celebrated with us when we finally brought our two babies home after 81 and 116 days.
In honor of Neonatal Intensive Care Awareness Month, we want to thank the very special people at Penn Medicine’s ICNs. They give themselves to our babies, and they provide hope to parents. For that we are truly grateful, this month and forever.