My story has taken me over five years to write, two years before COVID. I was a first-time mom and pregnant with twins. My whole pregnancy had seemed fine, but by around 20 weeks we noticed baby B’s growth start to slow down to where he was now in the 1%. I had di/di twins, so this was not a case of TTTS (Twin to Twin Transfusion). The MFM Dr. informed us that he was fine and his scans results were great, so not to worry. She did not inform us that he had IUGR. She did not tell us that IUGR can be a big warning sign of pre-eclampsia. One morning, I woke up, unable to get my ring finger on my swollen ring. My best friend luckily encouraged me to go the Dr. that day because that was not normal. I went to work and told my boss, I should probably go to the ob. Well, as I got the ob, she checked my urine levels, and they were high enough for her to send me to the hospital, “just for a few days”. I immediately went there, they ran tests, and said I would be on strict bed red for 6 weeks due to pre-eclampsia and the high-risk nature of having twins. I got the hospital Dr’s to allow my husband to wheel me outside for lunch. Well three days in after being injected with heparin, steroids for the babies, and many rounds of monitoring, I had sudden terrible pain in the upper area of my stomach. I could not get comfortable, standing, or sitting. I thought it was the McFlurry that I had eaten.. the nurse realized it was not normal stomach pain and ran some tests and said no in fact it was HELLP syndrome (Hemolysis, Elevated Liver enzymes, Low Platelets). Mind you, I had never heard of hellp syndrome, (I am even adding it to the Microsoft Word dictionary now) and we soon prepared for the boys to come, because delivery is generally supposed to cure HELLP. My body was starting to have contractions, but I couldn’t even feel them. The nurse was monitoring and was shocked I couldn’t feel them. Not long after I started to feel them, I was wheeled into the c-section room. They had me overly calm I would say. I was never worried for a second that the boys were not ok. The monitors never indicated any fetal distress on their part. I felt exceedingly fortunate for that and had the utmost faith that everything was fine and that I was in good hands. I received the epidural, and they played some music. My c-section went off without a hitch and both boys were whisked off to the NICU after we said hello to their precious faces at a mere 31 weeks and 3 days. Baby A was born 3 lbs. and 11 oz, and baby B was born 2 lbs. and 8 oz. I received some magnesium and was in the recovery room with just a blood pressure cuff. My husband was luckily with me when he saw my eyes roll into the back of my head. He ran out of the room to get a Dr. The anesthesiologist is the second reason I am alive today, because he was able to bring me back. I had been bleeding internally with no one aware at all. I woke up and was wheeled to the CAT scan room where I was told that I cracked some jokes. They discovered my liver had ruptured. I awoke a few days later after being in medical coma in the ICU with my hands strapped down and tubes everywhere. The only way I could communicate was with my fingers. I tried to immediately to communicate to the nurse and she informed me, that “she doesn’t play any games”. They brought in my husband, and my first request was drawn with my fingers, tracing letter by letter, to turn off the tv. This is where I am going to get into detail… all the blood in my body had leaked into my abdominal cavity. I had multiple transfusions and plasma transfusions. It took two embolizations to stop the bleeding and begin the very complicated process of healing. I am forever grateful for the doctors who were brave enough to take me on and fight for me.