Two years ago, a significant surprise awaited us, plunging us into a whirlwind of emotions. I discovered I was pregnant again, just under a year after welcoming our daughter, Lily. We had only recently come to terms with the idea of managing two children under the age of two. During my first appointment with my obstetrician in early July to confirm the pregnancy, she suggested that I might be further along than we assumed. She scheduled an ultrasound for the following day to establish a precise due date.
At that time, my partner, Jake, was away for work in Texas. When I called to inform him about the earlier ultrasound, he offered to cut his trip short. However, after discussing it, we agreed that it wasn’t necessary. A friend was watching Lily, and this was merely a dating ultrasound. Despite the possibility of rescheduling his meetings and changing his flight, I encouraged him to stay. So, I went alone.
“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” the ultrasound technician asked as I lay there, feeling vulnerable.
“Why? Is something wrong?” My heart sank. “There’s no heartbeat, is there?”
She gestured towards the screen. “I see two.”
“Wait, you see two what?” And there it was—two heartbeats, two sacs, two babies.
The rest of the appointment became a blur of information about twin pregnancies (I was carrying fraternal twins, each with its own placenta) and the preparations necessary for my “high risk” status. I felt compelled to share the news, and I began texting fervently. I told Jake to call me as soon as possible.
His response was immediate: “I will. Everything ok?”
I replied, “You tell me…”
When I returned home, I confided in my best friend, overwhelmed by the reality of three children under two. She had just reassured me that managing two would be fine, and now I was faced with having three—three children under 18 months, an entirely different challenge neither of us was prepared for.
Later that evening, Jake and I discussed the unexpected news. We were both stunned, consumed by thoughts of what we would need. Lily was still a baby herself! We would have to double everything—car seats, cribs, high chairs—and even upgrade our car! How would we ever cope?
In the days that followed, we shared our news with family and a few close friends. Their excitement and support helped us begin to accept the situation. Perhaps we could handle this after all, even if it felt surreal and overwhelming.
However, just a day before Lily’s first birthday, I woke up to find myself bleeding. I had been informed that bleeding is common in twin pregnancies, but when I called the office, the midwife insisted I come in immediately for a check. Adam was home this time, but Lily was sleeping. We had to decide quickly whether to wake her up or for me to go alone. Once again, I found myself alone with the technician and the ultrasound probe. On my drive home, I was engulfed in a wave of emotions; I was only carrying one living baby now.
The medical professionals assured me that this occurrence is not uncommon in twin pregnancies. Many begin with two but do not end that way. They reassured me that I could still carry Baby A to term. Yet, the emotional toll was substantial. While I mourned the loss, I still felt very much pregnant. This internal conflict perplexed me. I often think of my lost twin, whom I named Avery, wondering how my life and my family would have been different had Avery been there.
How would Lily have grown as a big sister to twins? Avery’s memory intertwined with my pregnancy experiences, as I would see consistent reminders of her during each ultrasound until there was nothing left to measure.
After my first miscarriage, I felt an immediate sense of emptiness. It was over. But losing Baby B was different; that baby remained part of me. I realized that there would be no medical procedures needed, and I hadn’t expected to carry a baby without a heartbeat as part of my journey. This experience, intertwined with my pregnancy and with my daughter, left an indelible mark on my heart.
Finding answers was challenging. I knew others who had faced the loss of twin pregnancies, but they were no longer pregnant at all. I heard about cases of “vanishing twins,” but nothing matched my experience of losing one twin yet still carrying the other.
Eventually, I shared my story within an online community, where one woman reached out. Her baby was also a single twin, having lost her twin early in the first trimester. We maintain contact and share our experiences. She has since welcomed twins who were born on the same day as their older sister. I asked her if having twins helped her cope with the loss of her first daughter. Her response was honest: the feelings of twin loss linger, even after the birth of subsequent twins.
As Reagan matures, we plan to share her beginnings with her. It’s an integral part of her identity—a missing piece of her story.
We cherish our family of four and find balance in our lives. We are not actively seeking to expand our family, despite the earlier hopes of being a family of five. Yet, two years later, the memory of that loss remains. It is a part of me that I suspect will always be there.
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Summary
The emotional journey of losing a twin while still carrying a healthy baby can be complex and challenging. The loss intertwines with the pregnancy experience, leaving lasting impressions on families. Understanding and sharing these experiences can provide comfort and support for those in similar situations.
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