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Shower Day

It's the day of our shower. About 40 people were expected at noon at my sister-in-law's home in Long Island, about an hour's drive from our Brooklyn apartment. Emily and I planned to leave at 10:30, pick up my mom who was staying at a nearby hotel, and drive out.

As I got ready this morning, I was particularly out of breath and tired. Lifting my arm up just to apply mascara was wearing me out, and I had to take sit-down breaks between each eye. I sat on the toilet while I did my hair and brushed my teeth, straining to reach the sink. But my breathlessness didn't bother me too much. I was feeling cute and super pregnant in my red maternity dress and black kitten heels, and I was excited for our special day. At 10:20, Emily went to pack up the car with some stuff we planned to store at my in-laws for the sake of making room for the babies. While I waited for her to come back, I put on my lipstick and packed my purse. I was ready.

Then I felt a warm little trickle. Thinking it was just regular, if heavy, discharge (common in pregnancy), I went to the bathroom to freshen up. I pulled down my underwear. They were stained bright red, completely soaked. Suddenly, the toilet was filled with blood. My first thought, I hate to admit, was "Oh no, what about the shower?" But my second thought, just a flash later, was much worse. The babies. Oh god. The tears came, heavy and fast. I didn't know what to do. I kicked off my undies, grabbed a pad, and stumbled into our bedroom to get a new pair. I think I was saying "oh god, oh god" as I did so. I know I was crying.

I heard Emily come in the front door and ask me if I was ready to go.

"Sweetie" I managed to yell out, "you have to take to me to the emergency room. I'm bleeding."

"Okay, Okay, Okay," Emily kept repeating. "Just sit down," she barked at me. "Why are you moving?? Why are you walking?"

We were both insane with fear and stumbling around stupidly, wasting time. We called my doctor and left a message with his answering service. Emily zipped up my hospital bag (we had been advised by a twins expert to have it ready after 28 weeks) and we walked silently out to the car.