Recently, I was looking through FertileBook, (I mean Facebook) and found a not so subtle post from one of my friends back in England. "This time tomorrow...the start of a whole new world...eeks!" Mrs Robinson was a year behind me. A few years ago, after a devastating break-up, she started dating a man nearly ten years her junior "just for fun". He was truly lovely, and after enduring many cougar jokes, she eventually declared her love for him. Toward the end of last year, she became the last of our University friends to tie the knot. Fucking A, it must have been a honeymoon conception... I thought to myself as I mentally did the maths in my head. As I went to leave my comment of congratulations, I noted that some others were confused by her announcement. "Why?" "What's happening?" others asked.
Intrigued, I started looking through her previous posts. A few days earlier she reported that her last day of work was coming soon. She answered someone's inquiry by explaining that she was pregnant with identical twin girls and she had just passed 33 weeks. Suddnely, it all made sense. She had monochorionic, monoamniotic twins. This is the most high risk situation for a twin pregnancy, as not only are the twins sharing the same placenta, there is a high potential for cord entanglement. There is a 20% mortality rate.
I searched her page. She's a fairly frequent poster, but until this week there was no mention of her pregnancy (nothing on her husband's page as well). No one had tagged her in any pictures at a baby shower. I wondered if she even had a baby shower. How did they go through this pregnancy knowing that they could lose one or both babies? I was impressed that she worked up until her delivery date, but neither bed rest, nor hospitalisation with frequent survaliance offer any survival benefits. The hope is just to make it until 32-34 weeks and deliver via Caesarean section. No all natural birth plan for her. Then they place the infants in the care of the Newborn ICU and prepare for the challenges associated with prematurity.
I wheeled her out on the gestational calandar. She conceived in February -three months from her wedding date. Suddenly I felt guilty for presuming that she was a honeymoon conception. Actually, I felt guilty for resenting her fertility. Fertiles have their stuggles, too.