Noah and Aiden born at 34 weeks

My husband and I had been trying for a baby for some years. On Mother's Day, 4 years after we started trying, I found out I was pregnant. I had previously had an ectopic pregnancy, so I was sent for a scan at 6 weeks. TWINS!! - the biggest surprise of my life.

We were beyond excited and don't think I'd ever been that happy before. At 21weeks gestation, while watching the women's tennis final, I got up and felt a lot of water running down my leg.

My husband was working 200 miles away. I drove myself to University College hospital and hoped desperately that it wasn't anything serious. It was. They confirmed my waters had broken and sat me in a room and asked me to wait for a consultant. He came in a few minutes later and held my hand and spoke softly and with empathy and told me I would very likely lose the pregnancy in the next 48hours. As the twins shared a placenta, I would almost certainly lose both babies. As they were only 21 weeks, they would not attempt to revive the babies. I was devastated.

I called my husband and told him. He rushed from Wales to London and sat with me. I cried all night. I was kept in hospital and from my bed was advised to ring the bell when my contractions started. There were no contractions...

My mindset was changed after that night. I refused to give up hope on them. We had waited for them so long and we already loved them so dearly. I wanted to stay positive and happy for my little babies in my tummy. 3 weeks later I was still in the hospital.

I was still pregnant. The fluid levels which had initially been low had refilled to normal levels. When I was released from the hospital, I was told to be prepared I could go into labour at any point. I was 24 weeks pregnant. I was told to not return to work and rest as much as possible with bi-weekly scans.

At 33 weeks, due to the risk of infection, I was advised by our medical team that our babies should be delivered at 34 weeks gestation. 2 days prior to the c-section, I was given a steroid shot. The nurses told me they had not expected this day to come after my admission nearly 3 months earlier with PPROM.

At 34 weeks, my darling miracle boys, Noah and Aidan were born. They spent 3 weeks in NICU and SCBU. They were small but healthy.

Their lungs functioned well. ( I had been told previously that it was highly likely they would not develop after PPROM) They are bright, smiley, healthy miracle boys, and every day I am reminded how incredibly fortunate I am.

They were 6 months old yesterday. They've just started interacting with each other. They smiled and laughed at each other for the first time yesterday, and I smiled too because I know how lucky we all are to have each other.