Why I’m Thankful for the Twin I Lost

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It was just a week after the exhilaration of spotting a strong heartbeat on the ultrasound that I found myself back at the doctor’s office, eagerly hoping this appointment would be my last with the fertility specialist. After four heartbreaking miscarriages in a mere 15 months, my husband, Mike, and I were cautiously optimistic. If things went smoothly, we’d be handed off to my regular OB/GYN for prenatal care.

As I lay there, anticipation bubbling, I watched the doctor power up the ultrasound machine.

“Oh my,” she exclaimed.

My heart plummeted. Here we go again, I thought, bracing myself for the news of yet another loss. “What’s wrong? Is something the matter?” I asked, probably squeezing Mike’s hand so tightly that he might have lost circulation.

But the doctor was smiling. “No problem at all. Look at this!” She turned the screen toward us, her voice radiating joy, “There are two babies, not just one!”

Mike and I burst into laughter, our excitement palpable. She pointed out Twin B—the baby whose strong heartbeat I’d seen just a week prior, measuring perfectly and wiggling away. Then she introduced us to Twin A, who was a little on the smaller side.

The room was filled with joy, but the doctor cautiously mentioned that Twin A might not survive due to its size. Still, she assured us that Twin B was thriving. We scheduled our next appointment, our hearts filled with hope.

As we shared our incredible news with family, I felt a mix of elation and anxiety. How on earth would I manage a twin pregnancy, especially after the struggles I had already faced? What if I lost both babies? In that moment, I resolved to savor every second of this journey. I embraced the indulgences, convincing Mike that it was the babies who needed late-night ice cream runs for vanilla Häagen-Dazs.

The next appointment was bittersweet. While Twin B continued to flourish, the doctor confirmed that Twin A had stopped growing. She couldn’t find a heartbeat and gently declared our pregnancy viable with just one strong baby.

A whirlwind of emotions crashed over me—joy and relief intermingled with the sorrow of losing Twin A. My fantasies of double strollers and a life with two little ones evaporated. Yet, I felt guilty for celebrating our surviving baby when one was gone.

My mind raced with worries about what would happen if my body miscarried Twin A. It seemed cruel that we had come this far only to be left with a single baby. I spent weeks fretting over every cramp, but as time passed, my pregnancy continued beautifully. My body absorbed the lost twin rather than going through a separate miscarriage.

Later, I learned that perhaps Twin A played a crucial role in my pregnancy’s success. The extra hormones my body produced might have been what I needed to carry my child to term. My doctor explained that the medical community might never fully understand my previous losses or what finally allowed me to have my son.

However, I had my own theory. When I finally held my beautiful baby boy, I knew he was our miracle, and I felt an immense gratitude for the twin I believe helped make him possible.

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In the end, while losing Twin A was heart-wrenching, it led me to cherish my son even more deeply, and for that, I am forever thankful.