Eden Twigg

6 months ago
When I was 19 years old I became pregnant with my son, Blake. I had a fairly easy pregnancy and a quick delivery. I was over the moon and so in love with my little boy. When Blake was 15 months old I found out I was pregnant again, this time I was expecting identical twin girls. This was a HUGE shock to say the least. My baby was still a baby and now I was carrying two more babies. I didn't know how I was going to be able to handle 3 children all under the age of 2. My pregnancy with the girls was miserable. I was sick the entire time and constantly in and out of the hospital. At 24 weeks I went into labor for the first time. Thankfully, they stopped my labor and put me off work. Fast forward to 29 weeks and I went into labor again and at this time I was admitted to Ruby Memorial on hospital bed rest until the twins were born. I was so upset and cried every single day. I missed Blake. I felt my body was failing the twins. I did not know what to do. I was so lost and confused. At 32 weeks I was dilated to 5cm and there was no turning back. On August 5, 2015 I welcomed my sweet tiny 3lbs baby girls into the world, Brinley and Bria. This was a whirlwind of emotions. They were so small and fragile and had to stay in the NICU. I was so sick from my csection and could barely hold my head up but they wheeled me down in my hospital bed to see the girls. I thought I was prepared for what I was going to see but there was nothing that could prepare you for seeing your own children hooked up to so many machines fighting for their lives. They were SO tiny, on breathing machines, had IV's in their arms, had feeding tubes in their noses, they were laying there helpless. Their lungs weren't fully developed, their eyes weren't fully developed, you could see their ribs when they breathed, it was horrible. This is when it hit me that we were going to have such a long road ahead of us and it wasn't going to be easy. I went back to my room because I was so sick and vomiting everywhere and started to pump. I figured that I had to at least try to get as much milk as I could ready for them for when they were allowed to start eating. I eventually got released from the hospital but the girls did not. It was such an emotional feeling going home from the hospital without your babies. I did not want to leave but in the back of my mind I still had to keep telling myself that I had another baby at home to take care of because Blake needed me just as much as the girls did. For two weeks I would get up at 6am every day and drive an hour to get to the hospital and sit with the girls until 8pm at night then drive home. I could probably drive back and fourth from Morgantown with my eyes closed at this point. I was exhausted. I pumped every 2 hours, including through the night, then I would have such long days at the hospital. I felt like it was never ending. Day by day the girls got better and stronger. When they were 2 weeks old we got to transfer to our hospital back home, Western Maryland Health System. I was so relieved that my girls were coming closer to home. I knew we still had a long road ahead but at least we were getting closer day by day. At WMHS my family could come in the NICU and see the girls, Blake got to hold them for the first time, they were off all the IV's and breathing machines. I was finally seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. They were only there to wean off their feeding tubes and gain weight. It took two weeks but they did it!! I got to stay in a room on the postpartum unit and the girls could come to the room with me and it was amazing. I was on cloud 9. I finally felt like myself again after the craziness of our NICU experience. When the girls were 32 days old we brought them home. The first few weeks were hard adjusting but they were such good babies that I did not have many issues. They are now as healthy as can be and crazy 3 year olds! See more
9 months ago
I think that offering the $100 tax credit gives people the incentive that they might need to contribute. It will be something for them to look forward to and not think they are doing everything for nothing. I think this is a step in the right direction. See more
I completely agree with you. I think this could be one positive step in the right direction. See more

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9 months ago
I think that offering the $100 tax credit gives people the incentive that they might need to contribute. It will be something for them to look forward to and not think they are doing everything for nothing. I think this is a step in the right direction. See more
I completely agree with you. I think this could be one positive step in the right direction. See more

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6 months ago
When I was 19 years old I became pregnant with my son, Blake. I had a fairly easy pregnancy and a quick delivery. I was over the moon and so in love with my little boy. When Blake was 15 months old I found out I was pregnant again, this time I was expecting identical twin girls. This was a HUGE shock to say the least. My baby was still a baby and now I was carrying two more babies. I didn't know how I was going to be able to handle 3 children all under the age of 2. My pregnancy with the girls was miserable. I was sick the entire time and constantly in and out of the hospital. At 24 weeks I went into labor for the first time. Thankfully, they stopped my labor and put me off work. Fast forward to 29 weeks and I went into labor again and at this time I was admitted to Ruby Memorial on hospital bed rest until the twins were born. I was so upset and cried every single day. I missed Blake. I felt my body was failing the twins. I did not know what to do. I was so lost and confused. At 32 weeks I was dilated to 5cm and there was no turning back. On August 5, 2015 I welcomed my sweet tiny 3lbs baby girls into the world, Brinley and Bria. This was a whirlwind of emotions. They were so small and fragile and had to stay in the NICU. I was so sick from my csection and could barely hold my head up but they wheeled me down in my hospital bed to see the girls. I thought I was prepared for what I was going to see but there was nothing that could prepare you for seeing your own children hooked up to so many machines fighting for their lives. They were SO tiny, on breathing machines, had IV's in their arms, had feeding tubes in their noses, they were laying there helpless. Their lungs weren't fully developed, their eyes weren't fully developed, you could see their ribs when they breathed, it was horrible. This is when it hit me that we were going to have such a long road ahead of us and it wasn't going to be easy. I went back to my room because I was so sick and vomiting everywhere and started to pump. I figured that I had to at least try to get as much milk as I could ready for them for when they were allowed to start eating. I eventually got released from the hospital but the girls did not. It was such an emotional feeling going home from the hospital without your babies. I did not want to leave but in the back of my mind I still had to keep telling myself that I had another baby at home to take care of because Blake needed me just as much as the girls did. For two weeks I would get up at 6am every day and drive an hour to get to the hospital and sit with the girls until 8pm at night then drive home. I could probably drive back and fourth from Morgantown with my eyes closed at this point. I was exhausted. I pumped every 2 hours, including through the night, then I would have such long days at the hospital. I felt like it was never ending. Day by day the girls got better and stronger. When they were 2 weeks old we got to transfer to our hospital back home, Western Maryland Health System. I was so relieved that my girls were coming closer to home. I knew we still had a long road ahead but at least we were getting closer day by day. At WMHS my family could come in the NICU and see the girls, Blake got to hold them for the first time, they were off all the IV's and breathing machines. I was finally seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. They were only there to wean off their feeding tubes and gain weight. It took two weeks but they did it!! I got to stay in a room on the postpartum unit and the girls could come to the room with me and it was amazing. I was on cloud 9. I finally felt like myself again after the craziness of our NICU experience. When the girls were 32 days old we brought them home. The first few weeks were hard adjusting but they were such good babies that I did not have many issues. They are now as healthy as can be and crazy 3 year olds! See more

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