There are so many reasons I am posting my birth story while the babies are nearly 13 weeks old. Mostly because twin life doesn’t leave much time for blogging but I’m going to work on that balance so I have the memories! Let’s be honest… all new mamas are swamped! The other reason is it was pretty traumatic at the end and I think part of my mind tried to forget.
We went to our routine appt on a Thursday (I don’t have a calendar in front of me and it’s 6 in the morning after a long night of feeding for an extra hour.. thank you daylight saving time) my blood pressure was high again and I pretty much knew we were going to be sent downstairs. Sure enough, we were sent to be watched for 24 hours.
24 hours later my BP was normal. At some checks in the night it was as good as 118/76. Dr came in the next morning to tell me I could go home as long as my labs they took came back okay. I would be on bedrest there. She was heading to the beach and would be gone until the following Friday. So I was set to stay pregnant and wait for my doctor. She left and we started cleaning up to go home. Our nurse came in about an hour later to tell us some labs were not great and I wasn’t going home.
For the next 24 hours we waited again and still thought we were going home pregnant. It wasn’t until Saturday morning that the high risk dr came in and said “you aren’t going home until you have two babies.” We honestly were fine with that. We can’t even begin to explain how amazing our care was. One nurse told us “my job is to keep you happy so you need to sleep and I need to feed you.” Who the heck would want to go home? Haha. Not to mention my back pain at this point and swelling was impossible to put into words. Ouch!!!
Saturday came and went, we had an ultrasound, kept up with BP checks every 2-4 hours, monitored the babies 2 times a day for 20 minutes each and all was good! Sunday came and we re-did blood work. Platelets were dropping, Uric acid was high and it was officially time to think about having these babies. Dr said we didn’t need to have them Sunday but we would have them Monday. Insert. Panic. Before then it just seemed like I would be there and pregnant forever. We now had a real birthday.
Sunday I took a shower, ate a good meal that karen picked up and brought us, and prepared for our birth. They came and gave me two pills to soften my cervix around 10pm Sunday night. I didn’t have to do the suppository because Landen was sooo low and my cervix was already super soft. I was put on the monitors though and Landen would not stay still so my idea of getting one last night of sleep was not a reality. She was in there every 15-20 minutes trying to get him back on.
6:00am came and they started pitocin. I expressed I didn’t want an epidural or at least didn’t want the medicine ran through. The doctor who was going to be delivering us came and explained she would recommend at least placing it in the event we need it in the OR. At this point the plan was still to deliver both vaginally but we knew there was always the chance we could end up in c section for one or both babies. I agreed to have it placed. They placed it around 11 that morning. Oh… they broke my water at 8. Gross! Had no idea how long it took for that gushing to stop.. actually… not sure it ever really quit.
They checked me every 2-3 hours and I was making good progress. I was usually 2-3 more centimeters every time they checked me. My back pain was excruciating but the contractions were manageable. Around 3:30 I felt like there was soooo much pressure. Sure enough we were fully dilated and ready to start pushing.
We pushed for about 10-15 minutes in our labor room before being ready to move to OR to delivery. The only way to describe what pushing was like is that I felt like I needed to have a bowel movement but no matter how hard I pushed… nothing was happening. They kept saying he was coming and I was so close and I thought for sure they were lying to me. And about 5 contractions later, maybe 20 minutes of pushing in delivery, we had a baby boy! 5 lbs 6 oz and the sweetest eyes I have ever laid my eyes on.
Up until now my delivery was going so well. Everyone was upbeat and talking. Our favorite nurse, Erin, surprised us and showed up for our delivery. She had been our nurse every day until our delivery day. I was sooo sad. So I was thrilled that she asked to scrub in and be with us. She was cheering me on and telling me I could do it and was everything you want in a labor nurse.
Then the mood shifted. I could tell there was a new feel in the room. After Landen came out, my dr said to relax and we were going to wait for Noelle to come down a little bit on her own before I started pushing again. So we enjoyed snuggling Landen after he was brought to us. The dr said his initial check was good. He didn’t need anyhing in terms of oxygen or IV’s. As we were loving on him I kept feeling the doctor checking for noelles head. I saw her talk to anesthesiologist and things got quiet and busy, fast. I heard her say “we are going to c-section, stat” The anesthesiologist told me he was going to give me some medicine and in about 5-10 minutes they would check me to be sure I was numb and then they would do the c section. As he was finishing telling me this I saw the doctor pick up the scalpel and start cutting me open. 5 cuts across my belly to be exact. While she was doing this I *as politely as I could* kicked and told her I could feel all that. She looked at me with love and sorrow and said “we don’t have time, honey… her heart rate is dropping.” That’s the last thing I remember. They masked me and karen was asked to leave because I was losing a lot of blood and noelles heart rate was in the 60’s. I woke up on the OR table and they took out my epidural there and told me I was going to need a blood transfusion. I barely remember all that but I do remember waking up in recovery with karen next to me holding my hand and my other hand was hooked up to a bag of blood going in. She told me she got to see Noelle and she was healthy and doing well in the NICU. My blood pressure was about 190/90 for an hour. It finally started dropping and I was able to go back to my room after an hour and a half in recovery. I also remember after waking up in recovery being asked to sign permission for the babies to get donor milk in the NICU. I would LOVE to see what that signature looked like haha. I wonder if it was even on the line.
As I rolled into my room after recovery, my 2 best friends were there and I remember telling both of them to adopt. I’ve since told them I didn’t mean that…ish. But I do recommend one baby at a time and one method of delivery haha. Healing from a 2nd degree tear and a c section was an adventure but honestly it wasn’t as terrible as it sounds. I was done with pain pills before I was discharged. I ended up getting 2 units of blood as my hemoglobin dropped to 6 after delivery.
I met Noelle the next morning as I was in no place to get to the NICU that night in my condition. The doctor came in the next morning and explained that her cord prolapsed and was coming first. She tried to push the cord up and have her head drop (hence why I kept feeling her check me) but it wasn’t happening. Delivering a cord before a baby is not the way to go so we ended up in a c section . Her heart rate drop meant it had to be fast.
I pumped through the night and karen took them the drops (literally) that I was producing. They put it on a paci and supplemented with donor milk. Here we are 13 weeks later and I’m pumping about 10 oz every 3-4 hours.
That was the end of our delivery and the beginning our NICU stay. 11 days for Noelle and 13 for Landen. That’s a post in itself. For now… that’s how they got here. I wouldn’t change a single thing!!