Motherhood & Parenting

Birth Stories Are Never Boring: Twins!

And we’re back to my Birth Story Series.

For those of you who are new to this series, click HERE for Baby #1 and HERE for Baby #7.  (Yes, I know, these are a little out of order.)  Today, I’m writing about Baby #2 and Baby #3, for you see, we unexpectedly had twins, nine years ago.  So here we go.

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Here are the twins with Big Sister.  A year or so later in 2009

Pregnant with Twins

This was a wild ride.  We were so excited to be pregnant again, because we wanted a big family.  Our little girl was just one year old, and she would get a new brother or sister before she turned 2!

But this pregnancy was different from my first “dream” pregnancy.  I was growing wider and wider faster than the time it takes to blow up a big balloon.  Everyone would smugly look at me and say, “Well, this is your second baby.  Of course you’ll be a lot bigger.”  I knew that, but would insist that, “No, this pregnancy really feels differently.  I think I’m having twins.”  At this point, most people smiled and laughed at me.  But if I said it once, I said it 50 times.  “I think I’m having twins!”

And I was right.  A week before my scheduled 20-week ultrasound, I began having severe lower abdominal pains, and so I was ushered to the ultrasound room to see if anything was wrong.  The technician squeezed that cold gel on and maneuvered her magic wand, as my husband and I gazed at the screen.  Hmmm, I thought, there seems to be a lot of arms and legs in there.

Sure enough, twins!  We both laughed and laughed, and I felt vindicated.  So we celebrated and ate at Taco Johns.

This was also about the time that I began having contractions too, which landed me right in Bed Rest.  This was not fun.  Thankfully some very kind friends helped watch my daughter, and we also received quite a few meals.  But in the meantime, I reread the Lord of the Rings series and listened to Rush Limbaugh on the radio for entertainment.  (If you haven’t read the Lord of the Rings, you should.  It’s so good.  And as for listening to Rush Limbaugh, I can only say that I was desperate.  We didn’t have Catholic radio at the time.)

Towards the end of my pregnancy, however, my body had had enough.  I began to retain fluid and my blood pressure skyrocketed.  I was preeclamptic and made to come back to the hospital the next day at 5am for an induction.

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Lots of swelling going on here.  This was taken the night before delivery.  It hurt just to stand. Flattering, no?

Labor & Delivery

We were excited, nervous, relieved–all of it.  What was this going to be like?  There was only one thing I knew.  It would be drastically different than my first labor and delivery.  First of all, I had to be in the operating room, in case of an emergency cesarean section. And secondly, I was given pitocin to start the contractions and an epidural to block any pain.  It was wonderful to not feel all that pain!  (With my first, I did not have pitocin or an epidural, and it was dreadfully painful.)

As I said, I went in at about 5am and by 10am was ready to push.  It all happened so quickly.  Boy # 1 was born easily, but whisked out of the room so fast that I didn’t even hear him cry.  I was worried, but was not able to ask about him because immediately after he came out, multiple nurses were sharply told by the doctor, “Hold that baby in place!  We don’t want him to flip!”  The doctor wanted Boy #2 to stay in his head-down position to avoid a c-section, so the nurses firmly held him by pushing down on my lower abdomen.

He did stay in place and was born just minutes later.  And I heard him cry, which was a relief.  He was alive and healthy!  And so was the first one, I would soon find out.

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Here they are.  A day old.  They shared a bassinet in the hospital and afterwards.  I didn’t have the heart to separate them.

I asked my husband what he remembered about all this, and he said, “I sliced through the doctor’s glove while cutting the first umbilical cord.  He wasn’t very happy with me.”

In the end, it was all so very beautiful – a great gift from God.  Even though I had to take some kind of terrible magnesium drug for the eclampsia afterwards, I was only so grateful to have three children!

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