Twenty-six years ago
The woman on the other side of the curtain was having a hard time. Her baby was crying, and she couldn’t get it to stop. Meanwhile, I was sobbing. My babies weren’t next to me. I wasn’t even sure where they were.
The day before, I had gone for one of my regular “not-regular” doctor’s appointments. Several months earlier, when I thought I was just getting an ultrasound to see if I was really having twins, my husband and I discovered they were identical and had a problem. Something called twin-to-twin-transfusion syndrome. They only gave them a 50% chance of survival.
I didn’t accept that.