What was supposed to be one of the most magical things in life quickly became a nightmare for me and my family. Last April I finally got pregnant and by a huge surprise, TWINS! By my 12-week ultrasound, I was being told that one of my babies would never make it due to a body malformation, and I needed to go to a specialist for further testing. This is where the University of Cincinnati Children's Hospital came into play. After further testing, we found out BOTH babies had body anomalies, and we were taking things day by day. Fast forward-I made it to 28 weeks by the grace of God! Because my girls were MOMO twins, I had to be admitted for monitoring and of course the difficulties in the pregnancy were nothing anyone has ever really seen so I was told.

Children's Hospital did not have available beds for extended periods of time, so I was to be admitted to UC Health for the first 4 weeks, then move to the Children's Hospital. We got to meet Sarah in our first week! My feisty girls refused to be monitored; it was nearly impossible to keep them both on the monitor. The girls were being their usual selves. They were jumping jacks, so we needed some reinforcement! Sarah came in with the most positive personality, even though I'm almost positive both and her co-worker had to spend the entire day chasing them. Some days it would take 5-6 hours at a time. I felt absolutely terrible but no matter how much I apologized, Sarah always made sure I knew that it was no big deal. Moving, having to be readjusted CONSTANTLY... let's not even mention the fact that you have to pee every 20 minutes at seven months pregnant with two in there!

I lost my sweet "I" six days after arriving at the hospital. Three weeks later, my water broke at 3 am. Everything happened so fast. To make a long story short, my beautiful "A" was born and struggled in the NICU, where she passed 24 hours later. The absolute worst day of my entire life if you could possibly imagine, but who would want to? The next morning, when my eyes felt very reluctant to open, there was Sarah! Her precious self-coming in to ask me if it was ok to hug me, I cried on that sweet soul more than I can ever thank her for. I needed her more than I knew at that point in time. She was passionate and gathered dresses for me to pick out for my baby. I didn't get to hold my precious "I" as she had been inside my belly deceased for 3 weeks. It was not a memory that anyone would want to endure. She took pictures, made a precious book, and we had handprint molds. And a 100% safe space with our baby girl for three days we got to be with her while I was in the hospital. Me and my big girl ( 6yo daughter) and I look back at the sweet bag of memories of them that we will forever cherish. It is all we physically have left of them.

She wheeled me out with my favorite PCA (Sarah will know who I am talking about), got my medicines, and sent me off with the most positive and uplifting thoughts and prayers that you could for one at that time. I will forever see this sweet lady's face in my head during the worst time of my life, but only as a light in the darkness. Letting me know that I was going to be ok, and it was ok to feel all the feelings. Thank you from the absolute bottom of my heart for taking such good care of us! I could never truly thank you and the other nurses enough for all that you did for me. I will forever be thankful to you precious people.