My Twin Birth Story (Part 2)
Here is Part 2 of my twin birth story. If you haven’t read My Twin Birth Story (Part 1) you can follow the link to go back and catch up before reading this next instalment!
As we entered the theatre room, my adrenaline started to kick in. Up until now I had felt extremely calm and in control. But now that was all disappearing as we prepared for delivery. I sat on the bed and curled over so that the anaesthetist could administer my epidural. It was so hard to keep still! The adrenaline was pumping through my body, making me shake. I started counting in my head to try and calm my nerves.
Finally he had finished. I spun onto the bed and very quickly the room filled with about 15 people (yes, 15!). They all went around the room, introducing themselves and naming their role. Pete sat next to me and held my hand. Here we go. My heart was pounding.
Pete and I were filled with anticipation and excitement. We are going to meet our babies, we are going to be PARENTS in a few moments. Gulp. Waiting for that sound of your babies’ first cry is a feeling I cannot describe. But you know what I mean. At 10.54am, one baby was born. I felt my eyes well up. One minute later, our second baby was brought into the world. Oh my goodness. We are parents. We have two babies. We are now a family of four.
Boys? Girls? One of Each?
A lovely midwife came over to Pete and said: ‘Come over and see what you have got, then you can tell Haley’. It felt like an eternity waiting to hear. Pete bent down to me and exclaimed: ‘We have a girl and a boy, and they’re perfect!’. Oh my goodness. A daughter and a son. Words cannot express how grateful I was to have two healthy babies. How blessed are we? I am so happy that we chose not to find out the sex of the babies until they were born. It made this exact moment just spectacular.
Pete bought Twin 1 (we didn’t have names yet) over for me to meet her. She had the tiniest little face with a cute button nose. She was wrapped up in a huge towel so holding her was like holding the most precious rugby ball in the world, ha. That was when I started to feel faint.
‘Take her away Pete’ I said. ‘I don’t feel well’. They took Pete and the babies out of theatre. Something wasn’t right.
Throughout this time all I kept thinking was: ‘I wish I could just fall asleep so that this would be over’. I heard in the background lots of rushing around, people repeating: ‘code blue code blue…where’s the blood? Why is it taking so long?’. I kept drifting in and out of consciousness. A lovely lady stood by my head and explained that I had lost a lot of blood do they were just waiting for the blood to arrive. All I kept thinking was: ‘I know I am going to be ok. I have faith that I will be out soon and that I will be with my new family’. I wasn’t scared. I just wanted it to be over.
I could feel the sensation of my stomach being moved around inside me, it was very odd to say the least. Over and over again I kept vomiting so they had to keep tilting the bed so I could be sick. I kept my eyes closed throughout. Pete was on my mind the whole time, hoping he was ok with our brand new babies.
Finally, it was over. I couldn’t stop shaking, I was freezing cold. I guess it was the effect of what my poor body had been through. They covered me in a blanket and put a heater underneath to keep me warm. I looked at the clock on the wall. 12.55pm. I had been in there for almost 3 hours. As they wheeled me out of theatre I saw Pete waiting anxiously outside of the room. He had help to dress the babies and give them a feed. Pete gave me a massive hug. I think what he had experienced was far worse than what I had actually, anxiously waiting for me to return.
The consultant came to speak to me about what had actually happened after my caesarean. Due to carrying twins, my uterus was so stretched that once the babies had been taken out, it wasn’t contracting back fast enough, so I kept losing blood. 3.5 litres to be exact. Over half of the blood in my body. Shocking. Incredibly, they were able to recycle a litre of my own blood and then the rest was donated. People who generously gave blood had absolutely saved my life that day. I will be forever grateful for that.
Moving on After the Caesarean
So now I just needed to concentrate on recovering. Hard when you’ve just had two babies to care for. Pete really was sensational. He was a natural at handling our precious little bundles of joy and the pride beaming out of his face as he held them will be something I will always remember. We were parents to two tiny little babies! They were named Twin 1 and Twin 2 as we wanted to sleep on our decision for names. Finally we made our choices: Annabelle and Francis. How perfect. Well actually, not quite…
Throughout the whole pregnancy Twin 1 was named ‘1’ because they were closest to my cervix. That twin was head down so in theory a natural delivery was a definite option. Why go through surgery when you don’t have to? I thought. So natural birth was on the plan. However, when it came to actually giving birth , Twin 2 had wedged their feet just under Twin 1’s head. Therefore natural was no longer an option and as a result, Twin 2 was born first, promoting them to gaining the title of ‘Twin 1’ as they were the first baby to be born. What a cheeky little monkey! With this in mind, looking at her mischievous little face, actually Annabelle didn’t fit right. That’s when Pete and I decided on actually ‘Beatrice’ was more fitting. So finally, we had named our twin babies: Beatrice and Francis. NOW it was perfect.
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Did you have any similar experiences to ours?