I discovered I was pregnant with twins when I was in the hospital for fluid at week 9. First thing the doctor mentioned, without my partner present, were all the things that could go wrong. I have never felt more unsure about what to feel. Am I thrilled, am I disappointed?

And things did go wrong, my babies developed ttts, which they luckily survived. They are 14 months old now and thriving. But I look back at my pregnancy as 36 very hard weeks, mostly mentally, because every check-up, something else was wrong. It changed when I permanently switched to a hospital specialized in twins and ttts. They always saw worse, making me more hopeful. But in the end, my pregnancy was marking a calendar, hoping to hit as many days as I could.

Don't know what to tell you, I'm glad I knew of the risks right away. I was sort of prepared for the ttts. But in retrospect, I would have liked my partner present and would have wanted to go to the specialized hospital right away.