John C. Hobbins, MD
Dr. Hobbins received his BS from Hamilton College in New York in 1958 and his MD from New York Medical College. He completed a rotating internship at Greenwich Hospital in Connecticut in 1964, and served as a resident and instructor in obstetrics and gynecology at Yale-New Haven Medical Center, also in Connecticut. Dr. Hobbins has served in professional appointments in the field of obstetrics and gynecology as both physician and professor. In 1980, he became professor of obstetrics and
gynecology and professor of diagnostic radiology at the Yale University School
of Medicine. He was also assistant chair of Yale's Department of Obstetrics and
Gynecology. After spending 22 years at Yale, the last several as director of
obstetrics, he moved to the University of Colorado in 1992. Dr. Hobbins is an
active member of more than a dozen professional obstetrics and gynecology and
ultrasound societies. He received an honorary master's degree from Yale
University in 1980 and was named an honorary member of the Societa Italiana di
Ecografia Ostetrico-Ginecologica. For his numerous contributions to the field of
ultrasound, he received the Ian Donald Gold Medal Award in Japan in 1996. Dr.
Hobbins is the author of more than 500 publications, including 10 books and 27
Yeah. He's big stuff. They didn't even have me see one of his "underlings" whom even as underlings would be a pretty impressive doctor to have. The soonest they could get me into see him was yesterday (which by my standards is pretty soon, but I think they really wanted to get me in that same day). The next 24 hours were hell with lots of tears, fears, and trying to maintain some sort of "Okay-ness" for the kids who wanted nothing more than to see the picture of their baby brother or sister.
Baby A is the bigger of the two, which leads them to believe they are not identical. Baby A is who was originally thought to have the problem. When he initially looked at Baby B he thought there was probably a problem with that one as well but upon further looking he doesn't believe that Baby B has the same problem, or may have a problem just not to quite the degree Baby A does. The kicker? Baby B is quite a bit smaller than Baby A and its placenta is not providing a good home right now.
There is a slight possibility that there could be a "twin-to-twin transfusion" going on, which does only occur with identical twins where one twin un-wittingly transfuses blood through the placenta to the other twin, thereby depriving itself of blood and nutrients; making the other baby significantly larger and causing problems for itself. He doesn't think that's what is going on, however it is a possibility.
The membrane that my doctor here saw that I was hoping was just a figment of her imagination is, in fact, there on Baby A. There is a slight one as well on Baby B, but he said that the one on Baby B could go away and he/she could be perfectly fine. If size weren't an issue.
He wants to do a CVS (Chorionic Villus Sampling) because he believes there is a chromosome issue going on. He believes this child has an extra chromosome which ultimately results in either Trisomy 13, 18 or 21. 21 is better known as Downs-Syndrome. 13 and 18 result in serious mental retardation and deformities. The baby rarely lives long after birth.
He wanted to do the CVS yesterday, but due to Baby B's small placenta, he didn't want to risk putting a needle into it yesterday and further risking the baby(s). I have an appointment a week from Tuesday to have the CVS done at which time he believes that the placentas will be able to handle it. However, he says due to Baby B's size, there is a good chance that he/she may not even make it that much longer.
Wednesday after my appointment, I cried....a lot. Yesterday I was numb after our appointment. There was little to no emotion. Everything felt so clinical and matter-of-fact. My MIL still had my kids and I sat in my house and watched my taped Soap Opera and two or three hours of Friends re-runs on TBS. It's all I could handle doing.
Today I got up to go to work. I only got four hours of sleep because MIL stayed at our house until 1:30 a.m. before heading back home to N.Dak. Today she is gone. I'm back at work. I'm facing "normal life" which to me will never feel normal again. The reality of it is all setting in and I am having a very difficult time sitting here at my desk trying to deal with other people's problems which to me feel so trivial right now. I want to be at home hugging and kissing and loving on my kids that I already have. I need that sense of "okay-ness" right now. But nothing feels OK. And I have a week and a half to wait to find out my babies' fate and the decisions I must make as a result.
If you made it through that whole post, I will be surprised. I had to write this out for myself to sort through it all in my head and for those who have asked for an update as to what's going on. I will continue to keep you updated as I know things, or as I feel the need to verbally vomit on my blog everything that I am feeling through this.
Thanks is not a big enough word to thank you for your prayers, support and concern. It means more to me than I can ever convey.