McDonald Twins and Family
My husband, Christian, my 2 year old son, Aza and I were living a simple life. When I found out I was pregnant in March 2015, we were elated. At 17 weeks pregnant, I had a routine ultrasound where we found out we were having twins. We were sent home, in shock, but so excited. Our biggest worry was that we would need to buy a van. We had about an hour of daydreaming before I was called back to have a repeat ultrasound done. Every pregnant mother's nightmare. It was on that day, in that dark room, that our whole life changed. I was informed that I was pregnant with craniopagus twins, which in normal language means twins who are joined at the head. I was given the option on many occasions to abort my precious babies. I kindly declined. I had heard their heart beats...they spent their life listening to mine. It was my job as their mother to give them life and I decided that I would give everything up, if need be, to do so. Miracles happen...and there is one (really, two :)) unfolding before our very eyes.
Here is our story...
I cried for 2 hours after I found out. My mind was flooded with questions, with doubts, with fears, but then, with hope. I began researching and called in our troops (our amazing family that keeps everything going even when things seem impossible) and I set my mind on things above. In researching, I found a surgeon in New York that had separated twins like mine before ( I now know he's done this 17 times). I stopped crying tears of fear that day and never looked back. (With one exception, I sobbed when I went through my son's closet and realized all his shirts went over his head...sometimes it's the little things that pull at your heart strings.)
I went into labor at 32 weeks gestation on 9/9/15. An emergency c-section was performed and the boys were brought into this world at 11:11 pm. (Notice the doubles...) They are some of the only sets of twins in the worldborn at exactly the same time. The boys were immediately taken from me and put into the NICU at RUSH in Chicago. We had many names picked out but it was ultimately up to my husband to have the final choice. As they stitched me up, he went in to see them and came back with their names.
Jadon (jay-den) which means God has heard. Anias (A-nye-us) which means God has answered. We gave our worries to God that day.
Anias, above, was intubated for about 3 days, before being quickly weaned to room air. Jadon, below, was on CPAP for a while.
One baby weighed around 3lbs while the other was about 4lbs. They were so tiny. So. Perfect.
Everything seemed to be going well in those first few weeks. Anias was on room air with an OG tube for feedings. Jadon was on oxygen and had an OG for feedings. He had some bouts of blood in his belly but was our little trooper and healed up quickly.
The prospects of going home seemed hopeful. We started talking about car beds and transportation options. We were ecstatic. You see, we live 70 miles from RUSH. The drive, one way, can take anywhere from 1.5 hours to 3 hours depending on traffic. Our days were a blur. Christian would get up at 3 am for work, me and Aza up by 5:30. Aza to (insert family member's name here)'s house by 9 or 10 am, to the hospital by 12. Christian pick up Aza at 4 or 5. Me home by 8 to put Aza to bed. Repeat. It was strenuous and poor little Aza was missing mommy and daddy. Prior to this I had quit my job as a pediatric physical therapist to be with Aza as much as possible. No one else had ever even put him to bed before except for a handful of times. This was rocking his world too.
Aza was the stars in my sky...one of the lights of my life. And I missed him too. I felt guilty everywhere I was, either missing him or missing the babies.
The biggest issues the babies had at this time was maintaining body temperature, eating, and jaundice. The went under the bili lights for days.
And then one day, everything went downhill. Anias started having trouble breathing. Because of the way he was positioned in my belly, his chin was against his chest and his jaw couldn't grow. His airway was also constricted. As he required more oxygen for day to day life, his breathing got worse and worse, until eventually he was back on oxygen. Even on oxygen, his vitals would tank, and multiple times a day he would turn blue and pass out from lack of oxygen in his blood. It was beyond awful to witness.
Anias on his worst day. I thought we might lose him this day. Anias is also the dominant twin, working hard for both of them because the majority of the blood vessel that is shared between them is his.
All the while, Jadon is doing perfectly and ready to come home. What a patient, sweet little boy.
Now it's been almost 4 grueling months and we are still in the same routine. Anias is growing and doing much better. Still on oxygen and just starting to eat by mouth. He's been such a fighter.
Since the day they were born, these boys have had every test under the sun. They've had blood draws, blood transfusions, IVs, echocardiograms, kidney scans, ultrasounds of their heads, a CT scan, an MRI, multiple xrays. Anias has had swallow studies, scopes of his airways, multiple types of oxygen support. The list goes on and on. The MRI results show that the boys share a small section of brain tissue (about 1.5cm), the dura around the brain, and the middle section of their superior sagittal sinus (the large vein that runs along the top of the brain). They've been poked and prodded more than I could have ever imagined, and the worst part is that I can't even hold them when they cry. Instead, I press my cheek against theirs and whisper in their ears that it's going to be ok. I hold their hands and rub their backs. I crawl up in their hospital crib and lay with them. Occasionally, we take them for wagon rides around the NICU.
Jadon loves wagon rides.
And this is just chapter 1. In the next year, the boys will undergo a series of surgeries to slowly reroute the blood flow between their brains. This will hopefully provide each boy with adequate blood flow to each separate brain. They will do a craniotomy for each step and clamp off various veins to control the blood flow to each brain. Then they will insert tissue expanders under the boys scalps and slowly fill them with saline to stretch their skin so they have enough to cover the area after separation. Then, the separation and reconstruction surgery takes place.
So here are the statistics. Craniopagus twins occur in 1 in every ten million live births. There are four million births in the US every year. So far in all of my research I have yet to find a set of twins like mine born in the United States in the last 20 years. There is a surgeon in New York who travels the world to separate twins like mine. He has consulted with 18 pairs of twins and operated on many of them. Besides him there is really no one with experience in this type surgery. We will be going to New York in January to consult with him and his team at Montefiore Medical Center.
My pictures will always depict my boys as separate because that's what they are to me. Their faces are so beautiful. I would hate for people to get caught up in the bridge between them.
Until they are separated, my boys will never sit up. I won't be able to put them up on my shoulder and hold them. They will struggle with eating. I can't just swoop them up and snuggle them. All the things you take for granted with a typical baby, I yearn for.
When this all began, back in that dark ultrasound room, I knew we were in for a battle, but I also knew that with God anything is possible. Our faith continues to grow as we watch God work out blessing after blessing in our life. We are eternally grateful for all of you who have donated, sent messages, sent cards, and prayers. Without you, we'd be sunk. Thank you for renewing our faith in the goodness of man. With much love,
I would never want any of you to fill my shoes. Watching your children battle for life is something nobody should have to experience. But I do wish you could be me right now...I wish you could sit here and read through these comments, donation after donation, through tear-filled eyes, and feel what I feel. Do you understand what your donation has done for us? It's more than helping with bills...more than putting a meal on the table. Your donation allows us to be at these boys' bedside, day or night, without worrying about the details, like how I'm going to feed my toddler, or put gas in the tank so I can drive to Blythedale.
In the last year, the babies have been in the hospital over 200 days. Back in Illinois, when the boys were in the NICU for 4 months, Christian worked and my family took turns taking care of Aza while I drove back and forth to RUSH (70 miles, one way, 7 days a week). I can tell you that if Christian worked while we were here in New York, we would be sunk in more ways than one. It is not unheard of for me to spend 10 hours at the hospital a day. And this isn't some vacation...it's hard work. It's work to hold your child's hand while he has a seizure. It's work to have answers for every doctor and nurse who walks through the door. Sitting down is a luxury...and lunch is a blessing. Anyone who has ever been a caregiver can understand this...I just so happened to be lucky enough to be a caregiver for two. Two very different boys with very different needs. Different medical histories. Different medical necessities. They were conjoined physically but very, very separate medically. And it was our job to make sure nothing slipped through the cracks between the countless number of medical professionals we came in contact with daily...for two.
I'm sure some people wonder why Christian doesn't work. Believe me when I say, he wishes he were working, but he does not have the luxury of providing for us at this time.
If Christian had worked, Aza would likely be in daycare for that whole time. We have 1 vehicle. I would have been responsible for getting him to and from daycare by public transportation by set times. We don't live in a world of set times. This is what your donation has done for us...when I hear in the early morning hours that Anias has a fever...I'm there in 5 minutes without worrying about who is going to care for Aza or Christian losing a job for "calling in" again. When Anias was in Montefiore for 11 days, while Jadon was in Blythedale, while Aza was sick at home, we were able to meet almost every child's need without compromising. Your donation gave us that precious time. I was able to stand over these boys for almost 16 straight months...hours upon hours upon hours of memorizing their needs--meeting them as best as I could--and finding someone to meet them when I couldn't, almost instantly, because I was always there. Not all parents are blessed with the ability to be so diligent in tough times. We are--because of you.
So thank you. Thank you so much for being a part of this journey. Your donation means so much more to us than even what I just explained. And when you see the boys smiling, please know, you were a part of that.
All our love,
Have you ever seen that saying, "All because two people fell in love?" As I filter through all of the messages and phone calls and texts, I can't help but think...this all started 5 years ago, when I fell in love with my husband. Then we had Aza and our love expanded. Then the boys came and our love grew exponentially in all directions. What I just can't wrap my mind around, however, is the love that I'm watching grow in the hearts of our friends, family...and from strangers. We feel so blessed to bear witness to the ever-growing kindness of others. It is quite literally the most humbling thing I've ever experienced.
As I type, my babies are in the most difficult stage of the most difficult surgery we have faced to date. The last two months have been nothing short of horrific. Anias went into heart failure after his last surgery, which lead to the boys being intubated for over 3 weeks. Describing this is beyond my capacity at this time because it was so difficult that I don't want to recount it. The boys were then home for one week before Jadon got a small infection in his tissue expander. They were then re-hospitalized for IV antibiotics. Two days turned into a week and poor Anias once again endured the brunt of the burden. He lost his IV almost daily. Every vein in his little body was blown. On CT/MRI day, the actually tried to access the vein in his neck...twice...without success. As I stood by their side through all the pain, I felt the wind come out of my sails. How much more could they possibly have to endure? Then, there were the tissue expanders. Two or three times a week, we would take the boys in to have their expanders inflated. Dr. Tepper would put needles into the port sites under their scalps and inject saline into the bags that had been placed under their scalps after the last surgery. As the expanders grew, so did their pain. Jadon became inconsolable as the skin on his small expander, slowly but surely, began to die and rot away. A few days ago the expander actually became visible through the wound. When Anias coughed, Jadon would scream. And I continued to wonder, how much more can they endure? And the rope to my anchor became frayed. And then they caught a cold. Last week the boys battled daily 102 degree fevers, vomiting and chills. Typically this wouldn't be such a big deal, except that when a child is conjoined to his brother, and he throws up, it's very difficult to turn him to clear the fluid from his mouth...and when you do...he's laying in it. And then you have to change his clothes...but it hurts him to move because his skin is basically melting off the back of his head. And then I wonder, how much more can they endure? And I'm sailing aimlessly at sea with no compass. And I would still be there...if it weren't for their smiles. Believe it or not, those boys still smiled every single day through all that pain. They have the hearts of warriors. A strength and perseverance that I can't even begin to imagine. And they are only one.
Sending them off to surgery this morning was actually one of the easier things we have gone through in the last 2 months. We've prepared for this day since the day we found out we were blessed with these angels last May. In all honesty, this is almost like a dream...it's not real. But by the grace of God we have been blessed with a real sense of peace. And by the grace of all you the burdens of the future seem to be lifting from shoulders, with generous gift after generous gift. My husband and I look at each other and say, "We dont' deserve this." We just cannot understand how all of you care so much...until we look at the boys, then the reason becomes clear. Thank you so much. From the bottom of our hearts. We are absolutely overwhelmed with gratitude. By tomorrow, Anias and Jadon will be in different beds for the first time in their life and a new chapter of our life begins. That's the funny thing...this isn't the end...it's the beginning. I'll do my best to keep everyone updated on the boys' progress. It's the least I can do. Thank you. Over and over. Thank you.
With Much Love,
Adult sizes (tshirt, long sleeve, hoodie)
Can't wait to get ours!! There's a meaning for everything on the shirt...check out the links above for details. Love you all and thanks so much for your support!
Ps I'm going to add hoodies and long sleeve shirts to the kids sizes. It will take me a few days to do that...
My eyes well up with tears every single time I scroll through the names of all of you who have donated to our babies. Your support is absolutely inspiring to us. We never expected anything from anyone...so to see all these names...names from the past and present...names that we don't even know...is just too much to take in. Thank you all so much. When this is all over and the boys can look at each other in the eyes for the first time, it will be because of all of you.
I woke up at 2:15 last night and felt led to pray for your little boys, knowing they were probably still in surgery. Thank you for sharing your heart and faith with CNN, as that is how I found your story. I love how your momma's heart just shines through. Prayers continue for your boys today and I look forward to seeing how God will use your boys and your whole family for His glory.
I saw the story on CNN today and I immediately began searching for news/updates of how the surgery was going. I will pray for your sons and your family. Today was the very first time I've ever donated to any fundraising campaign as your story, your sweet boys story, captured my whole heart. May you all be blessed with much love, happiness, peace & healing. God bless you all!
Your faith throughout this is such a testament to God's love and faithfulness to all of us in hard times. My twin girls (who just turned 3 and are doing great) were mono-mono twins and my heart goes out to you and your precious boys. God is the God of miracles, and may He give you strength and bless you abundantly.
I have mono/di twins, one of which was born 1lb3oz at 31 weeks - smallest 31 weeker to have survived in the country from what I know. Throughout my pregnancy we were strongly advised to "selectively reduce" the little one to save the big from death/brain damage. We were repeatedly told the little wouldn't survive, even after he was born. My little one spent 4 months in the hospital and has endured countless IV slips, central line failures, transfusions, surgeries, illnesses, etc. By the grace of God they both turned 1 last month and are doing great. While I can't possibly understand exactly what youre going through because our situations are very different, I do understand some element of terror and agony and joy surrounding these medically conplex babes, and wanted to give you a virtual hug. **May God's peace be with you throughout*
I read that one of your sweet boys isn't moving one of his sides yet. My cousin's 2 y/o had brain surgery that the drs told us could cause paralysis on his left side but they were hopeful his mobility could come back. Well he did end up not being able to move his left side after the operation. The surgery was 16 months ago. He now has complete restored movement in that side. You would never know he was ever paralyzed. I pray and am very optimistic that your baby will have the same outcome. It's amazing how young children bounce back from operations in a way adults can't. Prayers to you all for strength and for a speedy recovery for those beautiful boys.
All of us are blessed to have an impact on those around us and some of us are blessed to have a much wider impact. Thank you for your impact on those of us watching and praying with you and for your faith. Praying for your twins, for your family, for the surgeons, doctors, nurses and support staff working right now. Praying that The Surgeon would hold and guide your surgeon. For You created my inmost being; You knit me together in my mother’s womb. I praise You because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; Your works are wonderful, I know that full well.
Just read CNN's writeup. As a father of 3 with another one on the way - I can't imagine what you've gone through. And yet I'm crying as I read because there's the common bond we all share that makes us all one, all understand. "From two people falling in love" that circle just keeps growing.
I have been following along. I cannot donate, much as I wish. But I was so nervous yesterday, I had to tell myself... remember this family thinks nothing is ever impossible. And all of a sudden, I could feel that the everything would work out. Jadon and Anias both have beautiful names and I, too, believe in them, in their parents and their big brother. You'll always have my support. Be blessed with your gorgeous boys.
I saw something about your boys' surgery last night on a news app I have. I don't know when your children came out of surgery, but I joined my prayers late into the night for you, your family and specifically that the Lord would guide the doctor's hands, give him wisdom and keep his attention and instincts sharp during the long hours of intense labor. I'm sorry I don't have money to donate. But I am most definitely praying for you, your family and those precious beautiful Gifts!
nicole and christian, i have a feeling you believe in heavenly signs so i have to tell you when i saw the time of when the boys were born, i knew they would by ok. my daughter kept seeing 11.11 all the time and wondered what it meant, if anything. to her surprise it means an angel is watching over you. i truly believe this is true with the boys too. i am patiently waiting for an update along with everyone else. i am so excited to see them separated and doing good. God bless your entire family.
Nicole and Christian, We will keep the boys in prayer thtoughout the surgery on Monday. We pray also for the skillful hands of the surgeons and the medical staff. We also pray for both of you as you wait for the positive outcome of the surgery. May you feel God's peace and comfort throughout the day and beyond. Know He is with you always. Eileen and Bill Hart
Can you please post an update? All of us are wondering about them, thinking about them all the time, and praying. Even s updates would be grateful. Like they made it through the night with God by their side, they are now on day two after surgery and so far God is good, they are starting day three and God is amazing, etc. We are all praying and care so much for their health and well-being. They are such precious angels.