Sure, it's a bit of a long one though.
I was 14 weeks pregnant when i was told that my son, C, was likely to die soon after he was born. I'd been pregnant with triplets, and had lost one at 10 weeks, and a routine 12 week scan showed there was a potential problem with one of my remaining babies. At 14 weeks i was sent to a bigger hospital for a more detailed scan, and C was diagnosed with a condition called Posterior Uretheral Valves, a condition that only ever affects boys. It meant that there was no opening from his bladder to his urethra, so he couldn't wee. His body could make urine, and store it in his bladder, but it had no way to leave his body and therefore it went back into his kidneys, causing severe damage. We also found out that if by some quirk of fate his kidneys were ok enough to support him, his lungs would be severely nunderdeveloped as babies practice their breathing by swallowing their amniotic fluid, and ashis couldn't leave his bladder he had no way of exercising his lungs. We were told we had three options, firstly we were given the option of putting him to sleep via a saline injection into his heart - but that was never an option for us, secondly we were told we could try an operation where they would siphon off the urine in his bladder every five days, but to do this it would mean a 75% risk of total miscarraige to both babies, and as this proceedure had to be done every five days for the rest of the pregnancy we felt it was far too big a risk to take. Our third option was to do nothing and hope for a miricle. Which is what we did. My boys were born at 28 weeks and four days 120 miles away from home due to there being a lack of NICU beds in my local hospital.He weighed 2lb 4oz, and his brother, B weighed 2lb 14oz. C lived for a beautiful hour and 42 mins, and died snuggled safely in his daddy's arms.
After 10 weeks in NICU we brought B home, and he's now a very lively and opinionated four year old, who knows all about his twin brother.