My husband and I have been married for 10 years and have gone through four failed IVF treatments, gynaecological surgeries and a very difficult time in the hope of having a child. We finally gave up and started the adoption process with our council. After the first meeting and registration, we decided to try IVF one last time. This time the treatment worked – I was pregnant.
Hardly daring to believe it, we must have taken half a dozen pregnancy tests that morning and a million more before my first scan. The scan revealed even more exciting news – there were two viable heartbeats – we were having twins! At 16 weeks we found out that they were identical girls. We felt shock, happiness and fear wrapped into one.
Just like our IVF journey, the pregnancy itself was very difficult from the first week. At 22 weeks my amniotic fluid started to leak so I was admitted into hospital and given a course of steroid injections to help the babies’ lungs mature. Within days, the girls and I all got an infection and I went into spontaneous labour.
My beautiful girls came at 23+5 weeks and I knew something was wrong. There was silence in the theatre and my husband had gone very pale. Our daughter Eliana took one long, stressed breathe and closed her eyes forever. I was allowed to hold her in my arms while delivering her sister. Eliana was only in this world a few moments before taking a part of my heart with her.
Her sister Eliora arrived four minutes later weighing a mere 590g and was put in a plastic bag and transferred to NICU. I felt helpless as I could not see her and did not know how she was doing. Then the bereavement nurse came to take away Eliana. I lost my mind and kept screaming.
The loss of my firstborn meant those first few days in neonatal now seem a blur. I was numb from my grief but the nurses and doctors did everything they could to help lessen the pain. A purple butterfly was placed on Eliora’s incubator to represent that she had lost her sibling and save me having to explain my story to every new healthcare professional we met with. I was relieved and thankful that they did this for us.
The bereavement nurse also gave me a memory box, some Bliss literature and helpline phone numbers. She put our lost angel in a beautiful outfit and decorated Moses basket. A priest came and blessed the body and I signed her over to the hospital for a funeral as my husband and I were in too much grief and disbelief to make arrangements.