Miracle Babies

My twin sister, Paige and I were 4 months premature (1 pound 3 ounces and 1 pound 10 ounces), and had less than 2% chance of living, but we beat the odds!

Strong Memorial Hospital 

Premature Twins:

Did you ever hear people say "You always have a look-alike, other known as you have a twin but you don't know it until you think it's somebody

and you say hi, but no one answers." Well, I came across many people who

have someone who looks exactly like them, as if they were a twin. I'm telling

you this because I have a twin. It's not someone who just looks exactly like me because of coincidence, but I have a real twin from being born as a twin. Her name is Paige and my name is Alexis and we're twins, and we're proud of it.

Some people say if Paige and I are already twins then we probably have

another set of twins that looks exactly like us.

I can tell Paige everything that's on my mind, even if I really don't want to

I'm forced to. Paige is more than just a sister she is like my built-in best friend where- ever I go when I don't have anyone to be with. She is always there

for me when I need her and I 'm always there for her when she needs me.

Paige and I are always there for each other at all times.

My family and their friends were so excited when my mom and

dad knew they were having twins. My mom and dad were so giddy when

they knew the news.

After they knew the news for a while they didn't know what to do, either

my mom smiling or my dad freaking out. When time went on, my mom

was rushed to the hospital after four months of being pregnant with twins.

She found out when she got to the hospital the news was about to get worse

after my mom and dad rushed to the hospital because Paige and I were premature. She was about to have us, she was in labor.

It wasn't done just yet. First, my dad and mom were at a restaurant

with our family and then they rushed to the Geneva Hospital, but that was

not good enough for us "Premature Miracles." My mom and dad had to

rush to the Rochester Hospital named "Strong." As soon as we were born on November 29, 1994, the time being for me 2:32 am and Paige 2:36 am

everything went wrong for us. There were nurses and doctors packed from all different rooms immediately came into our one delivery room where our mom

had us and our dad freaking out. Our mom, dad, or family or friends of our

family could barely see us before the nurses and doctors took me and Paige

away to operate.

Paige and I were so little we could fit in my mom's hands and our

hands were as big as her fingernails. We were so little we didn't know how

to breathe on our own. So Paige and I got put in these incubators to help us breathe. It was even harder for Paige because she had two holes in her heart.

The doctors and nurses rushed Paige into a room and into surgery right away,

so they can help her airway to have an air tube in her right side of her lungs.

The doctors and nurses had no time to give Paige medicine; they had to do it

right then and there, or else she'll die.

My mom begged to the nurses and doctors to give Paige medicine for

her airway to her lungs. The doctors and nurses finally caved in and said they would give Paige medicine for her. Paige didn't even make a sound; everyone

said she's a strong baby that's why she's at "Strong" Hospital. She's still has a

scar today to prove it. Paige and are family members still look at her scar and

tell stories about it every once in a while.

My mom said that the nurses and doctors said "She cried buckets of tears every day that we were in the hospital after months of us being there after we

were born for four months. My mom still cries after she talks about it or here about premature babies that don't make it. Paige and I had many more

problems with us that happened or could have happened. They're so many

things that happened or could happen I can't even name half of the things that could happen. My family and friends are still scared about what happened on November 29, 1994, between 2:32am-2:36 am.

When I came home four months later of being at the "Strong" Hospital

my mom was feeding me with my papa (Grampa), and then I didn't know how

to breathe and eat at the same time because I was so used to the incubators giving me oxygen, so I turned dark blue. My mom tried to pat my feet to get

the airway flow but it didn't work. Then I went back to the "Strong" Hospital in

a rush quickly way.

Still today the nurses, doctors, my mom and dad, brother, and friends

and other family members said: "Alexis just came back to see Paige because

as soon as I went into the crib with Paige I held her hand and my breathing

came back to normal." I still think today that Paige and I got through the

surviving by being together. My family and friends of theirs, and the people

who sent in pennies to us for prayers, they got through because they prayed

for us every night for us to stay alive as long as possible, but I guess it worked because we're still alive today.

If my family could write this in the newspaper of what other people

should do in the same situation we are family was in, they would. I think

I would tell the readers to stay with your premature baby or babies, in our

case, as long as possible. Try to think about your child and prayer for

them every day. You will always remember that day of your life, when

something went wrong, or if it was right. That moment will always be

in your heart forever, no matter what happens. Our family all got through

it, and so will your family too.