12 Years Ago I Nearly Lost My Daughters

As many know, we have identical twin girls. Born 12 years ago today in Arlington, Texas.

Little did we know how serious it was that we nearly lost them both and it’s a miracle that today we celebrate 12 amazing years with them by our side. Here is what happened:

We had a gyno visit and our doctor (yes I said “we” and “our” doctor…he was AWESOME!) in which he found something alarming. The girls were at 32 weeks and Chloe appeared to have stopped growing. Sidney was getting larger and Chloe wasn’t. Something wasn’t right.

He sent us over to a specialist we called “Dr. Scary” who ended up being a life saver, literally. Our doctor reassured us things were fine,  and we carelessly went about life waiting on this visit.

After spending an hour in a dark room at Dr. Scary’s office with him quietly looking them over he suddenly told us “I want you to go to the hospital right now so these girls can be monitored. We are going to have to go and get them this weekend. Don’t go home, just go right there and I will have someone waiting on you.”

After ignoring him and going home to get our stuff, we showed up Arlington Memorial an hour or so later with family right behind us.

It was then that we first heard about TTTS. Twin to Twin Transfusion Syndrome. Our girls had it and in many cases TTTS claims the lives of both twins. By the time the doctors become aware or discover it, they are usually gone or too far gone to save.

TTTS is when, for many unknown reasons, one baby begins to starve because of not getting enough nutrients and the other drowns because of getting too much. For many one day the babies just stop moving. Forever. And it’s usually well into the pregnancy too. Totally traumatic.

Friday night, August 19th was one of the longest nights of my life because I now knew the trouble our girls were in. I slept on the floor with their heart monitor machine blinking right in my face. Every few minutes I would see a pause and would nearly jump ready to get the nurses. They wanted us there so they could do emergency C-sections within minutes before it was too late if they needed too. I was on watch 24/7 for two days.

The day they were born I will never forget as along as I live. Chloe was pulled out first, pale, frail, small and not moving. Not a sound. For the first time our doctor looked scared too. Then Sidney came out, looked nearly twice her size. Red and swollen…but crying.

The seconds seemed like hours as the nurses tried to get Chloe to respond. I stood there behind Julie with video camera in hand in shock and awe at everything taking place. One daughter being footprinted and crying the other practically being beat to death to stir to life. As I write this fresh feelings come back and tears well up in my eyes again.

Doctor made several eye communications with his nurses. He was very concerned and he never, ever got very concerned about anything. My Lord, he offered me a cola right before we walked in to scrub!

Finally, I heard movement from that side of the room. It wasn’t much but our little fighter was hanging with us. They quickly whisked her away to the NICU along with Sidney. I followed them out and immediately wrapped my arms around my mom and dad.

We just didn’t know what the day would hold.

What seems like centuries later, the doctor came in and said they both were stable but would be in NICU for some time. The joy and tears at that moment were the result of seeing a miracle take place that day.

God was good and I still have the most amazing little girls on the planet.

I made this for them years ago. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BfI8_ePdit8&index=6&list=PLBCE331A0B49CEDF2

 

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Not Sure What to Say

Summer is over and fall is around the corner. Football is back on the field and the Rangers and Astros are working their way into the playoffs. Business is moving forward and family is overall, good.

Yet, it’s not as rosy as it might look. The kids are about to start another year of being homeschooled and Zane has started his first year at Smith for pre-k, so we are back to dropping a child off everyday there, which frankly brings back lots of memories.

Business as a flipper and investor has been really good lately, but has had it’s challenges and big disappointments, as it always does. Was super tough to watch a years long friendship (or what I thought was) end with two people I cared so much for turning their backs on me, but frankly, it’s the price you pay when you do things the right way. Luckily, I have so many more that have stepped up to stand with us during these years. Our suit against those that threw us under the bus is well on the way now and we are seeking to make the damages done equal at the minimum.

But dad’s passing certainly is the biggest change of them all. I really have wanted to talk to him these last few days…and I have had to realize I never will again. I know where he is in Heaven waiting on the rest of us, but it still makes it hard. Mom is stronger than I ever thought she would be and I have had to be too. But, times alone which I have alot of driving around I wonder how he is, what’s going on up there and wished I could just have one more lunch with him at Pizza Inn. He was my dad. The only one I will ever have.

I am so thankful this summer was good. Business finally got some momentum and we got some great family time together down in Galveston. God blessed us with that week with my dad. He knew in a matter of days afterwords he would be gone. I was down there last week and it was hard to be there again, yet healing too. Mom has already been back too as my niece and her husband now are Islanders.

I’ve spent a lot of time going to places dad loved to eat with Ben or alone. El Fenix. El Chico. Whataburger….I have a few more left and there are a few others closed and gone forever, like Harvey’s BBQ.

I wished he could see what’s going on now yet I know he can.

I have big shoes to fill, and some shackles to be free of, but I can do all things through Him who gives me strength. I have a family to feed, a mom and grandma to watch over and others to help. That’s the mission.

Let’s do this. Bring on Fall 2017. I am very ready for it.