(I am sorry that it ended up being such a long post, I just kept on writing) Dear Friends, I am using my wife's account to make this post. She was a fan of this website and used to collect household tips and recipes. We have common accounts for everything. In fact it was her responsibility to take care of my mails and there was not a thing bet us that was a secret. In fact we would update each other about everything as soon as it happened. Ours was a love marriage. I being a north Indian and she being a south, it was most challenging decision of my life. My financial status at that time didn't help either. Well, we were married for 9 years when she decided to go for IVF in Dec'2010 as we were childless for 9 years. She had miscarried in the first year of our marriage. It was ectopic and one of her ovaries had to be removed. At the time of marriage I was in Singapore. Post marriage we moved to malaysia due to recession and resulting job change. We came back to india after two years and I deliberately looked for a job in bangalore to ensure she doesn;t have to stay with my parents and bros. Not that they or her disliked each other. But due to cultural difference I thought that would be better. She had mixed well with my family and everyone liked her. We often used to quarrel and fight (silly issues) but I guess that happens with all the couples. We were friends more than couples. Infact she was my only friend. We were happy with each other and didn;t have many friends except a few. Coming back to the situation. Our IVF at chennai was successful and post pregnancy she stayed at my inlaws house there itself. We both were expecting that she will be back in bangalore after a couple of months, but doctors at prashanth hospital kept giving some tests and one surgery (OST) during 17th week that made it impossible. Later we both decided that its better that she stays in chennai till delivery and then she could be back with kids (it was twins). We used to talk daily (2-5 times) and every month or fortnight I used to visit chennai. Everything was going fine. At her request I was saving all my leaves for the delivery time so that could spend a lot of time with her. During her 34th week she had breathing problem. She had asthma since childhood. They visited the hospital and it was OK in 2-3 days. Also due to her small stature she was finding it very difficult to eat or sleep properly due to growing tummy size and weight of twin babies. She was also very anxious (rather careful) to eat many meals a day etc because many times during scans babies weights were less and she had to be administered fluids to increase baby weight. During the 35th week she started vomiting at times and wasn't able to eat due to lack of hunger (or lack of space in her tummy - as she and doctors put it). Whenever she called the hospital they prescribed her some medicines. However at the start of 36th week since her vomiting didn't improve (or worsened) during weekend, she went for a checkup. They took her blood sample, did some tests and sent her home. In the evening as I was driving back from office she called me, telling me that eve papa had gone to collect the blood report and it seemed she had jaundice. She was asked to get admitted immd. I told her that I will start right away and reach chennai by midnight (I used to drive to chennai). Later she again called and told me that she is getting admitted tomorrow morning and I can start in morning. Next morning I started early and reached hospital by 11. She was lying down in emergency room (since was unable to sit for long). There was some confusion among doctors whether she should get admitted or not. Later we were asked to consult mr. GG (Geetha Haripriya's husband - she is the head of prashanth fertility clinic) and he recommended us to get admitted. She was also constipated for past two days. This was tuesday. She vomitted throughout the night ( I held plastic covers 6-7 times to catch it). Next day they gave some medicines for vomiting and constipation but both didnt help much. On thursday they put her on fluids. They kept repeating the scans throughout the day to ensure babies were fine. Many specialists visited her (Jaundice, Blood etc). they kept checking her blood clotting parameter. They were ready to do c-section in case her condition worsened. In the eve when Dr. GG visited her she told him that she has not passed urine since morning, he got alarmed and they inserted a catheter to monitor the urine output. My parents and bros had gone back from their eve visit. After one hour they checked the urine output and at that time it seemed all hell broke loose. Dr. was alarmed and they immed. decided to put her in ICU. Dr. Geetha was prepared for delivery procedure and I was told they if all the experts agree she might be operated the same night. Near midnight they decided to go for it. I called up home. As she went to surgery room I showed her thumbs up and she smiled. My whole family was there. She delivered twin girls. Very cute. Her bleeding didnt stop until 4 hours of surgery. They had given her a lot of blood. Dr. Geetha told me that they will have to remove the uterous to stop the bleeding. Panicked and clueless I gave a go ahead. At 5 am dr went home and I went to take a nap after she was brought back to ICU. Next day (fri) morning I went see her at 11 am. She was on ventilator ( a wind pipe going thru her mouth to her lung) as she saw me she motioned for her inhalers. She looked in discomfort. I had seen her like this for first time in my life. I got emotional choked and called nurses. They said they will administer nabulaizer and no need to worry. They were attentive. I told Indu that babies are cute and fine. She nodded. Next day her condition worsened. They put her on dialisis. They repeated the dialysis on sunday too. She was unconscious. On monday eve they removed her ventilators. Since sat her tummy that was flat post surgery was swelling steadily. I kept asking doctors and they said it is gas (later edema). From tue until thu she was talking to me although with some effort. She enquired abt babies and if she could see them (Dr. denied fearing infection). I showed her a video taken from NICU. She was in a slightly confused state. She was rational in her talk but at times sounded too innocent as if unaware of her serious situation and also as if in a dream state. I guess its called delirium. She was also worried about babies. She didn't like it when on thu I told her that we were taking babies home because they would be cared well at home. I have sis in laws (two younger brothers). She didnt like but agreed reluctantly when explained. She asked me to take a lot of photos and videos of babies since she didnt want to miss their activities. All the while her creating output, bilirubin level and urin output were worsening. We were getting visiting doctors from apollo etc. During these three days during my visits to ICU whatever we spoke I can never forget in my life. She was incharge - in the sense she would update me of ICU activities, what nurses were doing, how I should walk and not droop and how I should not get tense and so many little unforgettable lovely sentences. Her swelling tummy was worrying me, and her confusion state of mind. Rational but child like innocence. On friday Dr. Geetha suggested that we shift her to Apollo. Dr. GG was not in favour of that considering the cost and he also thought that they were giving the proper treatment. But we didnt want to take any risk. She was moved to apollo on friday afternoon. When she was taken to their CCU room (highest level care) she told me to put a mat in the room and be there itself. I said it wont be possible and they wont allow it. She said she saw someone lying near the adjacent bed. I looked but there was no one. There was quite some movement as people were carrying her bed etc, so its possible she got confused. Then she requested the doctors to allow me to stay. They said its not possible no one can stay in CCU. She requested this because at Prashant Dr GG had heeded to her request and made me sit near her ICU bed upon her request. This human touch was missing at Apollo - considered the best in chennai (best I dont know - but def most costly). I bid her goodbye and first time in 10 days went home in the eve. My bro would stay overnight in the waiting room. I was somewhat relaxed that day, knowing that she was at the best place she could be in chennai and I was quite optimistic. I didn;t know that I had already heard the last words from my wife (my life). That night itself they had put her on ventilator. As her oxygen level was going down. She was unable to speak henceforth. From next day onwards her condition started worsening. She was put on anesthesia since her surgery wound had not healed and her kidney liver, lung were failing. She struggled for 7 days, I had given up hope by 4th day. and I still feel guilty. I feel guilty for not praying and hoping enough for her. For not sitting near her during her death. For not sitting with her body after she was declared dead. On thu next week we were told at 2:30 pm that she might pass away anytime that day. Doctors were helpless and had given up. I looked at her almost lifeless half open eyes - staring nowhere, her head tilted towards her right. They asked us to wait downstairs. At 4:35=40 I was called up again. When I went in her room it was full of 8-10 doctors. One was pounding at her chest giving her CPR. I was told that she had a cardiac arrest at around 4:35 and they were giving her CPR for last 10 mins. They wanted to stop not wanting to injure her lungs more. I insisted that they carry on. I stood at her bedside. frantically looking to hold her legs and praying that she would respond. Then I saw the dreadful site. There was a windpipe that was inserted in her mouth for ventilator. Although the machine was disconnect the ventilator was being manually operated by a nurse. With each thrust at her lungs I saw that whole lot of blood would fiill the pipe. There was only blood in the pipe and there was no way any air would reach indu's lungs. I was shocked and asked the dr to stop. They had given up and were waiting for my signal. They declared her dead at 4:52. I slowly moved out of the room, dazed and tears rolling from my eyes. I had wanted to speak to her once, ask her for babies names, had pleaded to dr. to allow me to show her the babies once...... Its been 4.5 months since. Our babies are still in chennai. I visit them every fortnight. Everytime I see the kids I remember what it would be like if Indu was there. How ould she react. She suffered so much to have them but could even see them once. Babies are taken care by my mom and sis in laws. Many people are approaching my parents for second marriage saying that their daughters are willing to take care of the babies. Even Indu;s father thinks I should think about it seriously. Logic is a man can not bring up two girl child all by himself. They would need a mother. If it was boy baby then maybe we can manage. I heard them patiently this time, specially my mom - I notice how much she is struggling to care for the baby at this age. Earlier I used to shut this topic. But I have begun doubting my ability to take care of them alone. I am contemplating giving them for adoption to my sis in law who is childless so far ( 2 yrs since marriage). My other sis in law has a 1 yr son. But she is fond of only the second baby and everyone notices her not so affectanate behaviour for the first one. Its impossible to bring another girl in Indu's place. This house is filled with her stuff and memories and I would rather die than marry again. She was and IS my life. What other options do I have?