My story is a little different in some ways, but yet very similar to those I've read.   I have recently found out through various websites that I probably had a pregnancy referred to as a heterotopic pregnancy.  Which as I understand only happens in every 1 out of 10,000 pregnancies.  I miscarried a baby in my uterus and lost the other to ectopic.

I always had the feeling that I wasn't able to get pregnant, it was something that I had always "known".  Well, my boyfriend was out of town for 2 weeks and I was supposed to get my period the day he left. I didn't.  I waited until the morning he came home to take a pregnancy test.  My period has been late many times before and we would always take a pregnancy test just to ease our minds.  The tests always came out negative so I was pretty sure that this would be negative too. It wasn't. I broke down crying.  I believe it was out of fear and excitement at the thought that I could actually be pregnant.  We waited two days to take the test again and still we saw two lines.  I was so happy.  Those were the best two days of my life.

We came up with our baby names (Samantha Paige or Zachary Allen), and those two days whenever my boyfriend Mark left the house, he would kiss my belly goodbye.  That night I began to bleed.  I freaked out because your not supposed to bleed when your pregnant, right?  I called a  friend of mine who is a nurse and she suggested I make an appointment with a doctor ASAP.  I
looked through the yellow pages and found a doctor who could see me the next day.

The next day, the doctor examined me and didn't see any blood, and confirmed that I was approximately six weeks pregnant.  She gave me prenatal vitamins and a baby package and sent me on to get an ultrasound to rule out an ectopic pregnancy.  The ultrasound didn't find an ectopic and the nurse told me my uterus was empty and that I had miscarried.  I was devastated. An hour earlier I was told I was six weeks pregnant, now I was being told that my baby was dead.  Talk about an emotional roller coaster.  We went home and  I called out of work so I could grieve
for my loss.

Everything was physically fine for about a week.  Until one Saturday morning, I collapsed at work from intense pain in my abdomen. I thought the pain was from just having a miscarriage.  My boyfriend drove me to the hospital were we waited for over four hours and still hadn't been seen by anyone.  By then the pain had subsided so we decided to leave. That night around 11:00 P.M. or so. while my boyfriend was still at work, the pain came back in full force.  I called him at work and told him to hurry home.  He came home around 11:45 P.M. and found me collapsed on the
floor nearly passed out from the pain.  He raced me to the ER and carried me through the double doors.  This time a doctor saw me right away.

I told them about my recent miscarriage and they sent me to get an ultrasound.  The nurse doing the ultrasound told me that she was getting two heart beats.  I was so happy, my baby hadn't died after all.  Then the nurse checked my tubes and found a sac.  She explained to me that the sac was in the wrong place and it was supposed to be in my uterus. She pointed out the tiny little baby to us.  His/her heart was racing so fast.  I'd never heard of an ectopic pregnancy before, so didn't "know" that the baby couldn't be saved, but by the tone of the nurses voice it was obvious. The nurse left the room for awhile to show the doctor the results of the ultrasound.  I looked into my boyfriends eyes and  saw that they were filled with intense sadness.  This pregnancy was a shock to us, but from the moment we found out we were pregnant we loved our baby.

The nurse came back and told us that I needed immediate surgery, and the surgery would be scheduled for tomorrow. Everything past this point went so faced its almost a blur. The next thing I knew, I was hooked up to a catheter and an IV and sent to my hospital room, were every two hours blood would be taken to make sure my tube hadn't ruptured.  It never did.  I don't remember being told about anything that was going on except that surgery would last two hours and that they would try to save my tube.

I woke up from surgery in intense pain, but under a cloud of anesthesia.  I was told that my tube was saved and we would be able to have ten babies in the future if we wanted.  We were also told that we had lost twins.  I miscarried the one in my uterus and lost the other to the ectopic.  It is reassuring to know that one didn't want to come into the world without the other, and that wherever they are they're together.

Recovery was hard for Mark and I.  He slept of the floor of the hospital all four nights I was there.  He helped me sit down on the toilet and get up from the toilet.   He helped me walk around and even wash myself.  Those four nights I felt closer to him than I've ever felt before.  We went home and struggled through another 2 weeks of recovery. Its almost a year later, and I think about my twin angels all the time.  No matter how many children we have in the future, our twin angels will always be our first.