Mitchell and Antony - born at 28 weeks

Pregnancy and Birth

In June 1999, my husband and I decided it was time to start trying for our fourth child.  We already had 3 beautiful sons so we were going to try for a little girl. We read all the books about diet, timing, etc and I had been monitoring my cycle for almost a year. Our third month was a success and on October 18, I tested positive on my home pregnancy kit. I knew in my own mind that I was already pregnant. I was already queasy and the thought of food made me feel awful. On October 27, I went to my GP and had the pregnancy confirmed. I was given a referral to my Obstetrician who had looked after me for my 3 previous pregnancies and was looking forward to seeing him early December. My other pregnancies had been very good and I was one of the fortunate people who found childbirth to be relatively easy so I had been looking forward to this, my last pregnancy.

On December 6, I had my first appointment with my obstetrician. I had been very sick for about the past 10 weeks so he suggested that he do a simple ultrasound scan to check that I was only carrying one baby. Vince and I were very excited to see our little jelly bean moving about on the screen and were also relieved to only see one baby there. As I had been so sick, I was hoping that maybe we had hit the jackpot and conceived a girl. I returned to my OB on January 6, 2000 and all my vitals were very good. I was given a referral to have a proper scan done at around 18 weeks. The first available appointment was on February 1. This suited me as my two eldest returned to school the day before that after the summer holidays.

February 1 came and I was very excited. I had no worries about the baby at that stage and was determined to find out the sex. I lay down on the chair and the technician put the scan on my stomach. All Vince and I could see were two circles. I said to Vince, "That's a head but that's not a bottom, it looks like another head." The technician looked at me and said "Don't you know you are carrying twins?" I burst into tears. I didn't know whether to be happy or overawed. Five children, how scary? The scan continued and I was able to tell that one of the babies was a boy. As the scan progressed we learnt that the twins were identical. Another shock, five boys! I was definitely going to be "queen of the castle" now. After a while, the technician went a bit quiet and said that she would have to get the doctor. She was concerned about the difference in the baby's sizes and also was having difficulty in locating a separating membrane. The doctor came in and told us that it appeared that our beautiful babies were suffering from Twin to Twin Transfusion Syndrome. He explained the condition to us and how serious this was and that the chances of us taking one baby home let alone both was very small. He was able to locate a separating membrane but thought that twin 1 (our larger baby) had four small holes in his heart. He said that they would probably close before birth and that the TTTS was more of a concern. He suggested that we talk to our OB, who I was seeing the next day, and then get treatment at the Centre for Maternal Fetal Medicine at the Mater Mothers Hospital. Vince and I walked out of in a daze. We had gone into the scan with such high hopes and now it looked like we were going to lose our little babies. I clutched my photo of the twins and held it to my heart all afternoon. We told the boys that we were having twins but that they may be very sick. We got on the Internet that evening and looked up TTTS. All the news was bleak and all the treatment was overseas. There was nothing from Australia so we had no idea what our options were. I spent most of the night in tears and was not looking forward to seeing my OB the following day.

February 2 and Vince and I saw my OB. He explained how he had just delivered a pair of twins suffering from TTTS just over a week ago and that they were doing well (these babies happened to be Joshua and Caleb). He said that we should be okay and that he was going to send me to the Mater for all my follow up scans. He gave me the number for the Centre for Maternal Fetal Medicine and I made an appointment for the next day.

February 3 and my first visit to the Centre for Maternal Fetal Medicine. I was introduced to our doctor and was given a thorough ultrasound scan. I felt like I had been through 10 rounds against Mike Tyson as the babies weren't very cooperative. Their sizes were checked and also the output of urine from their bladder. Their brains and hearts were checked and also the blood flow through the cords. We were relieved to find out that there didn't appear to be any structural problems with Twin 1's heart. At last, a little bit of good news. The signs were that Twin 1 was at the upper level of normal and Twin 2 the lower end of the scale. We were told to return in just under 2 weeks for another scan.

Vince and I had already discussed names for the babies. We had already decided on Antony for a boy and now having to think of another name was proving difficult. After much consulting of name books I picked Mitchell Adam for the name of Twin 1. Mitchell means "big" and Adam, I assumed, meant "first" (I later found out it meant "red"). We still couldn't decide on a middle name for Antony but knew that one would come to us when needed.

We returned on February 14 for our next check. I was 20 weeks and 5 days at that stage. They found that there was markedly reduced amniotic fluid around Antony but urine was present in his bladder so that was a good sign. Mitchell's amniotic fluid was at the upper end of the normal range. At that point there was nothing to do but keep an eye on my size and comfort until the next scan in 2 weeks.

On February 28 (22 weeks and 5 days), I had my next appointment. Antony still had decreased amniotic fluid and had a smaller estimated weight than Mitchell (422g compared to 572g) had. It was possible that Antony was suffering IUGR (intra uterine growth retardation) and not TTTS after all.

Next check was on March 20 (25 weeks and 5 days). Nothing much had changed in the condition of the babies. Antony (702g) was still markedly smaller than Mitchell (930g) but there was fluid in his bladder and stomach which were good signs.

I returned on April 3 (27 weeks and 5 days). Mitchell now weighed 1129g (by estimation) and Antony weighed 806g. Things were looking good and I was told that as long as we got to 30 weeks gestation then we should be okay.

The morning of April 5 I attended a morning tea in my honour with all my friends. They presented me with a basket full of baby things which all came in twos. I was apprehensive to accept it as I am always superstitious when it comes to babies.

On April 11 (28 weeks and 6 days), I went for my checkup with my OB. I was feeling better than I had in months and everything seemed to be going well. My blood pressure was up a little bit but not enough to warrant any concern. We discussed the possibility that the babies may be born early and the procedure of having cortisone injections before the birth to help strengthen the babies' lungs. I opted for an elective caesarian, as I didn't want the babies to go through anymore distress than they needed to. I was finally able to relax a little bit and start to enjoy the thought of having identical twins. I hadn't let myself get excited about the prospect before as I was so scared I would lose them. 

That evening, I took my eldest to soccer training and my friends commented how well I looked. At about 9:30pm, I started having Braxton Hicks contractions. They were quite strong but eventually stopped. Vince was going to Canberra the next day for work (his last trip until the babies were due) and I told him I felt something wasn't quite right and I wanted him to stay in Brisbane. I went to sleep and then woke up at 12:00am with more Braxton Hicks contractions. They finally stopped at about 1:15am. I was very worried that something was wrong so Vince suggested we go downstairs for a cup of tea. I slowly walked downstairs and as I stood on the tiles, I felt a rush of fluid. Thinking this was my waters, I turned on the light. It was blood! Vince rang 000. I kept reassuring him I was still conscious and lay down on the laundry floor waiting for the ambulance. The ambulance officer assumed both babies had died and was trying to stabilise me before moving me. We went to the hospital with lights flashing and sirens blaring. They estimate that I lost 3 litres of blood. When we arrived at the hospital, I was prepped for a caesarean. 

I will never forget when I went into the operating area and had to say goodbye to Vince. I was very scared but I am sure it was worse for him. I was at least asleep while everything happened where as he had to sit in the waiting room wondering what was happening. Both babies had strong heartbeats when I arrived at the hospital but they were gradually getting slower. Antony started skipping every sixth beat but I was told that hopefully he would be born in time to save him. Our pediatrician turned up for the birth, which I was very relieved about. When I woke up, I had a drip in one arm with the blood transfusion and another drip in the other arm with oxytocin, pethidine and antibiotics. I was told we had lost one baby and the other was clinging to life in the ICN.

Mitchell Adam weighed 1339g and was in hospital for a total of 10 weeks.  He came home on 250ml of continuous oxygen for 6 months that was then reduced to a nocturnal supply for a further 3 months.  He is almost 3 years old and has no effects of this experience except for his speech being a little delayed.

My angel, Antony Samuel weighed 1191g.  An autopsy determined that he had died from Acute TTTS.

In the NICU

The first time I saw Mitchell was when he was 2 days old. He was so tiny and very red. This was from all the extra blood Antony had sent into him. He was kept under the phototherapy lights for about 2 weeks on and off trying to break it all down.

On the following night, we held a family service for Antony in the ICN. They closed the nursery for us and we had a priest Bless him. Matt, Ben and Daniel all got to hold him and say their good-byes to him. We took photos with him and also photos of Antony with Mitchell.  We were told that would be important later on when Mitchell grows up. Saying goodbye to Antony that night was the hardest thing I have ever done. The next day we were having an autopsy done and we were never to see him again.

At 29 weeks, the babies were a good size (1339g and 1191g) but their lungs, of course, were immature. Mitchell was ventilated for 4 days and then put on CPAP (continuous positive airway pressure). On day 3 he had a brain scan to see if any damage had been caused by the abruption. It was a very difficult time for us, as we had to prepare ourselves for bad news. Being a Friday they rushed the results to the doctors and it showed a little bit of flaring on one side. We would have to wait a month to have another scan in which time some changes may have occurred due to the damage. The doctors were optimistic that any damage done would be very mild (the follow-up scan showed no change. That we were told was a good sign, so far we have found no problems). 

On day 5 we heard him cry and saw him with his eyes open for the first time. The following day, I was discharged and I was able to hold Mitchell for the first time. I found it hard to leave hospital, as when I was admitted, Antony was still alive. As I have now learnt, it was the first of many closures. On day 8, I learnt that Mitchell's weight was now only 1249g. He was being tube fed my milk and started with 1ml every two hours increasing by 1ml every 12 hours if he was tolerating the previous feeds. On day 11 (Easter Saturday), the midwife looking after him detected that he wasn't quite right. She sent for blood tests that showed he had contracted an infection through his central line. It was taken out and a drip put in instead. He was placed back on a ventilator and milk feeds were stopped. It was not an Easter I want to remember, as I was petrified I would lose him. He was back on CPAP 4 days later and then back on milk the following day. Prior to the infection, he was tolerating food really well so they started him back on 6ml every 2 hours. In 3 days his weight jumped 71g. CPAP was also reduced to 6hrs on and 6hrs off. This was a big step and he seemed to bounce back from the infection stronger than before. 

We held Antony's funeral on day 17, as by then we were confident Mitchell would be coming home. It was a hard day but I was then able to place all my energy and thoughts onto Mitchell while he needed it. On May 1, I contracted Mastitis, which had hindered me during my other times of breastfeeding. This was the only day I was unable to see Mitchell. I was too sick to even get out of bed so Vince had to do the milk run alone. The following day we learnt that he was tolerating his full feeds for his weight. This was wonderful news, as it now meant that his drip was no longer needed resulting in a smaller chance of contracting an infection. He had also hit the magical 1500g. Within another 2 days, he was taken off CPAP for a trial. They can be moved into Special Care 2 once CPAP is successfully stopped for 48 hours. He was moved to SCN2 but started to tire from breathing by himself, so went back to ICN for CPAP for a few more days. While in SCN2, he was weighed and for the first time, measured. At 32 6/7 weeks, he weighed 1656g and was 45.5cm long with a 29.2cm head. He was so tiny. The day before Mothers Day, I changed my first nappy, which was very exciting. 

Two days later, Mitchell was moved back to SCN2. He seemed to improve in leaps and bounds. On May 20, I gave him a kangaroo cuddle and he snuggled up to me and went to sleep. The following day we turned up as he was being taken out of the incubator and put in an open cot. Vince gave him his very first bath and Mitchell found it very relaxing. He then had a feed through his tube and went straight to sleep. He was now receiving his oxygen through a nasal canula. We could now pick him up whenever we wanted. The following day we tried a breastfeed (for the past week he has been learning how to suck on a very small dummy). Each day I was able to breastfeed him one feed and the number of bottles he was given gradually got larger. 

After 2 weeks in SCN2, he was promoted to SCN1. All he needed to do before coming home was learn how to suck properly. This took 4 weeks to have him strong enough to take all 7 feeds by bottle or breast. Finally, after 10 weeks of expressing my milk and taking it up to the hospital, we were able to bring our precious bundle home at 39 weeks gestation. I roomed in for a night, which was weird, as it was 10 weeks since giving birth but here I was being woken every 1-2 hours.  Taking Mitchell home was such a wonderful event.  The 10 weeks leading up to it seemed to drag so slowly.  Now that he is almost 3, I can't believe how quickly the time has gone.  It seems like such a long time since I was lugging an esky full of breast milk up for his feeds.  Those days seem like a dream now.

©2003 Vicki