My Birth Story (Part 1)

My Birth Story (Part 1)

My birth story. Something that many people have asked about. And the one subject I haven’t really explored on my blog. Not because I don’t want people to know about it. It just wasn’t a straight forward, picture perfect experience, so it seems a bit of an effort to retell really (but then who does have a straight forward birth story anyway? It’s not like the stork delivers a baby like you’ve primed it and requested next day delivery…) So I guess my story will add to all of the other fabulous, strong women who have endured this crazy adventure into motherhood.

I decided to work as far as I could to my due date so that I would spend as much time as possible with my newborn babies. As if I had planned it (you know I like to be organised), I said goodbye to my fabulous work colleagues on the Friday, bought the last minute baby items over that weekend, finally finished the whole of Gossip Girl on the Monday and  had the twins’ surprise arrival on the Tuesday. I’d say that was pretty good planning.

Twin bump during the second trimester

I chose to work as close to my due date as possible so that I could get as much maternity leave as I could with my babies.

I was 35 weeks plus 5 days when the twins were born. Let me take you back to that time. It was a Monday, my first official day of maternity leave. It was a strange feeling not getting up to go to work, although I must admit, by that time my body was so exhausted carrying two little ones that even breathing was strenuous. So I tried to take it easy. Nap when I needed. Ate when I was hungry. It was now a waiting game.

I remember cooking dinner for Pete as soon as he arrived home from work. It was a typical evening. We sat together, ate dinner, chatted about the day, tidied up and went to bed. The third trimester is an extremely frustrating period as you can never get more than 2 hours sleep at a time due to your poor bladder being forever squashed by your growing bump. As I was getting up every couple of hours to use the bathroom, it meant that Pete was also woken up every two hours. So sleep really was a treat for us.

2.45am I woke up for the 4th time that night to use the loo. As I got into the bathroom my tummy didn’t feel right. Maybe it was something I ate at dinner? That’s when it happened. The moment that you’ve been waiting for throughout the whole of your pregnancy. The sign that your babies are on their way. My waters broke.

Oh. My. Goodness.

It was like I went into ultra efficient mode. I called for Pete, who came stumbling across the hallway in a sleepy state, not knowing what to do. I remember distinctively saying as he fumbled around trying to tap the hospital number into his phone: ‘I am going to be really bossy now, ok?’ Of course the poor thing had no other response than ‘Yes ok’. As soon as he got off the phone to the midwife I started giving the first instruction: ‘Right Pete, you need to get dressed’ ‘Next, please can you make sure my hospital notes are in the bag’ ‘Can you top up my water bottle for the journey?’ the instructions went on. As I brushed my hair (I know, I’m vain, even when I’m about to give birth…) and finished dressing I remember looking around our bedroom one last time thinking: This is going to be the last time we step into this home as a family of two. Totally and utterly bonkers.

We stumbled into our uber, sat in the back holding hands and giggled to each other. This was so surreal. I was surprisingly really calm as I wasn’t having any contractions (lucky for Pete I’d say). With it being just after 3am, the streets were very quiet so the drive was very smooth. When we arrived at the hospital we had to wander the hallways trying to find the right ward. We went up to one floor, realised that wasn’t the correct one, so had to hobble my way back down to the floor below (remembering that my waters had actually burst so I really needed to see someone quiet urgently).

top-surface

I wanted to make sure that everything was ready and prepared for the twins’ arrival.

Eventually we found the correct ward, took a seat and waited to go in. There was a young girl and her boyfriend also waiting to be taken in. She was having regular contractions bless her and her poor partner had no idea what to do. He just paced the floor, nervous sweat dripping from his forehead, obviously wishing for a midwife to appear soon to save him (and obviously his girlfriend) from this ordeal. I know it’s us women that go through the labour but I do feel for the partners who have to stand back and be a spare part, not having the slightest idea on how to actually be helpful. I felt for them. Surprisingly we were actually taken through first, it seemed having twins gives you a free pass.

The hours went by and many different midwives, doctors and consultants came to speak to us. After having a scan they explained that although Twin 1 (we didn’t know the gender) was in the head down position, ready to be delivered, Twin 2 had decided to wedge their feet underneath Twin 1’s head, therefore creating a blockage (can you guess which baby was Twin 2?). So delivery by cesarean section it was.

It happened to be an audit day for the hospital which meant there were no scheduled operations in theatre…so we were able to get gowned up and taken straight down.

Oh my. We are actually going to have babies…like RIGHT NOW. So, so surreal. I don’t think I processed it really. Pete and I just went along with what the doctors were telling us to do.

That’s when we started walking down the corridor towards the theatre room.

Here we go.

Find out what happens next in Part 2, coming up next week!

 

What Was Your Birthing Experience?

What was your birthing experience like?

 

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My Twin Pregnancy Story

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My Pregnancy Story

Imagine: it is a Friday evening in London, you have your friend’s 30th birthday party tomorrow in Exeter, you need to pack your costume for the 80s theme and you have this little niggle in the corner of your head that your period STILL hasn’t come along. Ummm. I’m just being paranoid. It’ll be here. It’s just taking its merry time this month. As I had a sip of my Pinot I looked at the golden liquid and thought…maybe I should take one little test just to be sure…?? Oh. My. God. I am actually going to take a test. I took a deep breath and said to Pete: love, I think I should take a pregnancy test, I wont be pregnant, but just to be sure as we’re partying tomorrow night. As the panic started to set across his face I slowly opened the little white stick and went to the loo.

Pregnant with twins. Twin bump.

My Pregnancy Story: Isn’t the human body incredible? I cant believe how much my body changed throughout the 8 months.

I thought I would be in and out in under a minute. However, once I unravelled the epic manual aka the instructions (HOW can there be so many instructions to basically pee on a stick?) I sat and waited for the results to show. Hurry up I thought, so I can get back to my wine.

10 seconds…nothing. 15 seconds…nothing. 20 seconds…nothing. My breathing started to become shallow as I waited for what felt like forever for the results to appear.

‘Pregnant. 2-3 weeks’.

I rubbed my eyes and looked at the test again. Pregnant. Pregnant, pregnant, pregnant. WHAT???? I opened the bathroom door and shouted for Pete. He could hear the panic in my voice and looked at me. ‘You’re joking?’. The test does not lie. Trembling, I searched through the instructions to see how accurate these tests actually were. If you have a ‘pregnant’ reading, it’s basically over 99% certain. Oh. My. Goodness.

Pete actually jumped with joy, he was so excited by the news. If I’m honest I did not. I slid down the bathroom door, looking longingly at my cold, crisp glass of wine and begrudgingly passed it over to Pete to drink (he drank it in one…) I sat there for a few minutes in silence. ‘Aren’t you excited?’ Pete asked. I didn’t know. All I could think about was that there was a living thing inside of me and my body was about to change. I was now home to a little tiny human. Am I healthy enough? Was that sip of wine I had only a few moments ago going to do any harm? Have I eaten enough vegetables? I haven’t taken any folic acid, is that going to matter? My mind went out of control.

Then came the realisation that we were travelling over one hundred miles to Devon in the morning for my friend’s 30th. Oh no…what am I going to do? The reading on the test said 2-3 weeks, so I was far too early to tell anyone about the pregnancy. Also, there was going to be Prosecco. Lots of procecco ahhhhhhh! Boo to missing out on that and now panic over how I was going to get away with not drinking…

As I was staying at my friend’s house over that weekend, I called her (three pregnancy tests later…I just wanted to be extra sure…) to tell her the news. I had to tell someone else I was definitely not going to survive over the next couple of days. Again, like Pete, she was much more excited than I was at that moment in time. ‘Don’t worry, you can drink tonic water without the gin’ she reassured me. Sounds great. Tonic without gin. Whoop. Ummm…I guess it was something I was going to have to get used to.

Twin bump during the decond trimester

Twin bump during my second trimester

I felt like Miss Marple, slyly going to the bar to order a soft drink without anyone noticing (I had never experienced an alcohol-free trip to the pub before. I could now see why). All I could think about was the fact that there was a little fairy growing inside me. It made me permanently distracted. I couldn’t quite focus on anything. EEEEK we’re having a baby..?!

Now, I don’t know about you, but the first trimester feels like FOREVER… Waiting for week 12 to have your scan to confirm that you actually do have a little person inside of you is almost too much to bare! Also you have to hide the fact that you are feeling hideously nauseous and hungry all of the time. I was already starting to show too which made things even harder. Thank goodness for long scarfs and floaty tops.

Fast forward to week 8, we decided to pay for an early scan as I was meant to be travelling to France to help on a school residential, so I just wanted to make sure that everything was ok. Personally, it was the best £90 we have ever spent. The place was quiet, calm, the staff were lovely and it was extremely spacious. I felt at ease. ‘Mrs F, you can come through now’. Gulp. Here we go.

As I laid down on the bed and the sonographer covered my bloated belly with gel my heart started to beat out of my chest. This was it. This was the moment where we were going to find out if we had a little baby growing inside of me. She started moving the ‘thing’ (I’m no medic, I have no idea what that ‘thing’ is called) across my tummy and I think I stopped breathing. I couldn’t take the suspense. The room was silent in anticipation. Our eyes scanned across the screen to see if we could work out if anything was there. Just looked like shadows to me. Finally the sonographer spoke…

‘It’s very good news. There are two heartbeats…’

…huh? Our baby has two hearts?? I don’t u’nderstand.

‘You’re having TWINS!’

Twin bump during the second trimester

Twin bump growing fast

TWINS????????? Sorry, could you repeat that please? Do you mean two babies? As in one, two? TWO BABIES???! Pete went brighter than a tomato and almost fainted from the shock. I burst into fits of laughter and then could not stop giggling for the rest of the scan. There were two little heartbeats. Two little sacs. Two individual babies growing inside me. I cannot even begin to describe what a feeling that was.

But finally, I felt joy. I think it was because it was finally real. It was really happening. Pete and I were going to be parents. But not to one baby, to TWO. Wow. Mother nature, you really had us. I still felt like a teenager and now I was going to be responsible for two tiny humans in a few months time. Wow. Just wow.

What’s Your Pregnancy Story?

How does this compare to your pregnancy story? I’d love to hear how you found out you were expecting your bundle (or bundles!) of joy.

 

 

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