Maryn Asheigh ~ Catherine Caceres

My name is Catherine and I am a mother to three beautiful daughters named Breana Aleace age 4, and my twins Caitlyn Mackenzie and Maryn Ashleigh age 2. At my 8 week visit I was told I was having twins. Was also told I had  a Urinary tract Infection. Was given Flagyl and started bleeding within 12 hours. I was told I had low lying placenta. The bleeding did not stop until the fifth month. When it did the doctor gave me the feeling that I was in the clear. The doctor was going to have me deliver at a hospital without a NICU. Needless to say I switched doctors and hospitals.
     At my first visit with the new doctor ( which was 26 weeks), I went into pre-term labor. The rest of the pregnancy I was put on medication after another to try to stop the contractions that would come and go throughout the pregnancy. The new doctor had all of my pregnancy records from the previous doctor and had delivered my first daughter, so had all of my past history as well. Throughout this time not one person told me the reason why all of this was happening nor really was looking for one. They chalked it up to me having twins and that my uterus was having a hard time holding the two of them. Ultrasound after ultrasound, medication after medication, examination after examination. At my 36th week visit, The doctor checked me and like usual I went into contractions. Like so many times before, he sent me home and said if they did not stop or I had more than five in an hour to call. My mother and I had lunch and soon after that the contractions progressed. I called the hospital and they said to come in.


     They had already planned on delivering at 36 wks if I was still contracting. I was not told to not eat, so the c-section was delayed for six hours. At delivery Baby A- Caitlyn was fine. My husband told me after coming home from the hospital that Baby B was taken out of the room in a blanket with the sac intact. Not a word as to the reason why, or that it even happened.  At my six week checkup I asked the doctor about it and she very nonchalantly said the cord was in the wrong spot, touching some vessels. Later by getting the pregnancy records, reading the doctor's notes, and with research of my own did I understand what I had velamentous insertion. It was written in the final surgical pathology report, but not in the hospital records.


     Four months later, after repeated trips to the pediatrician remarking that Baby B seems like something is wrong, she is diagnosed with Agenesis of Corpus Callosum, multiple hemangiomas, and Cerebral Palsy. Each week she has physical therapy 3 times, occupational therapy twice, speech therapy twice, vision once, and early intervention once. I don't know what I would do if she hadn't have made it, but I still wonder if she could have been fine. To all of you and your stories, these children and all children are angels from above.