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Toddler Multiples Monday, October 20, 2008

Filed under: Twins and Multiples — Kristin @ 2:20 pm

Pardon my absence from the blog.  But while I was away, my twins, Annabelle and Isabelle (Annie and Izzie for short) became toddlers.  If you read this blog, you have at least one child, or are thinking of having a child.  I have two singletons who are past the toddler phase for the most part (!) and I found that phase to be a difficult one a best.  But when you have two or more going thru the same phase at once, well, your life can become a bit of a challenge.

My girls just turned 21 months.  That means that they’re walking, talking, eating machines.  They also have personalities that are as different as night and day.  Annie is much more physical than Izzie.  She walked at 9 1/2 months, was the bigger twin at birth, and is a bit slower with her words.  Izzie waited until almost 15 months to walk, but was uttering words at 10 months.  Annie is about 2 1/2 inches and a good 3 pounds heaver than Izzie.  She is a bit of a brute, hitting and pushing to get her way.  I can understand that, as her verbal skills aren’t quite all there.  Izzie is a lover of stuffed animals and a good book.  That isn’t to say that she doesn’t take her aggressions out on a sibling or parent, as she is quite emotional at times.  They are both so very different.

What I have learned while watching the girls interact with each other, their older siblings and even my husband is that what works for one doesn’t work for the other.  I know this is true when you have singletons, and my singletons are almost 4 years apart and are of different genders.  Having two children that are the same age is quite a phenomenon.  When Izzie is upset about something, she has to be left alone.  She cannot be comforted unless it’s on her terms; never pick her up to hug her unless she wants you to.  She would rather lay on the floor sobbing with a stuffed animal than sit with someone to calm down.  If Annie is upset about something, she cries the biggest tears in the world, wants a quick hug and goes back about her day with a huge smile on her face.

It’s been a trip watching the girls grow from babies into girls.  I learn something about them just about every day.  While they tire me out, I love them to pieces.  I love to watch them grow and learn.


26 and 3/4 Weeks Thursday, July 17, 2008

Twenty six and three quarter weeks” said my doctor to the nurses at the hospital the night that Sara was born. That is how pregnant I was.

It had been a very quick and exciting pregnancy. I had just had my IUD taken out after three years and was trying to decide on what form of contraception to use next. The pill made me depressed and the IUD made me bleed all the time and condoms broke. I get pregnant easily so it wasn’t a surprise when I was pregnant again. I had three children at the time; ages 10, 8 and 4. But I was surprised to be growing so quickly and feeling movement at 10 weeks.

Before I went to the doctor I hit the library to see if I could figure out why this was so different. Polyhydramnios? Uterine tumor?

The doctor sent me immediately to get an ultrasound. Back in 1979, things were not as sophisticated as they are now and techs were not as well trained. But it was only a day later the Doc rang me to say,

“You better play the lottery, you are having twins!”

We were thrilled! Our families were thrilled and we started planning how to make our tiny three bedroom house bigger. I looked at twin strollers and picked out names. In those days the sex of the baby wasn’t easily determined so I had to pick 2 girl names, 2 boy names and one each that I liked over the others. I had Colin and Christopher, Sian Marie and Cesara, with Colin and Cesara as the top boy-girl combo.

I wasn’t told to take any special care, as twins are pretty common-place. I didn’t bleed or even feel more tired just got bigger and bigger. One day my mother in law said to me,

“You look like you are having a litter. Are you sure it’s just twins?”

I bought more maternity clothes when I was five months and went to a Halloween party as a pumpkin- the GREAT Pumpkin!

The babies never stopped moving. I had constant bumping and poking. In the middle of the night I could feel tiny elbows? knees? One night I woke up in tremendous pain and I struggled to get out of bed. The right side of my tummy felt paralyzed. I rang the doctor and he told me that it was just my muscles and bones stretching. It never came back and I asked him about it next checkup. His wife, who was his nurse, treated me quite rudely when I asked her.

“You’re having twins! Do you know how many women have twins?”

The kids were pretty excited especially the girls, Jenny and Lissa. Alex, being four was more interested in his Transformers.

On December 9th, 1979, the pain came back. It was excruciating. I called the doctor. He thought it might be muscle strain. Then I went to bathroom where my water broke, it was very bloody. We were at my in-laws having a birthday dinner for me.

We left for the hospital and were immediately whisked to the labor room. By this time I was contracting every ten minutes. The nurse put two heart monitors on me. One nurse, Donna was trying to find the heartbeats and noted,

“There are heartbeats all over you!”

By now it was pretty obvious that I was going to have babies that night. They called the neonatal hospital; Cornell Medical Center at New York Hospital. I was scared, for me, for the babies and my children at home if anything happened to me. It was weird, like slow motion inside of me but all around me things were happening very quickly.

Nurse: “Dona, when did you last eat?”
Me: “About an hour ago. I had roast pork, potatoes and birthday cake.”
Nurse: “Oh, great. Tell me you have a cold.”
Me: “I do.”
Nurse: sigh

My husband stayed by my side, clutching my hand as we listened to the noisy “boom ba boom” heartbeats of our babies.

It was decided that a c-section would be less stressful for the babies and I asked Donna to baptize them for me. She was Jewish but she understood. My husband was Roman Catholic and I am a Methodist so it was for his family I asked.

“Baby A and Baby B okay?” she asked. I was wheeled into the operating room where they told me they would put me under and wake me quickly.

When I woke I was still on the table and a nurse took my head and turned it.

“You had triplets,” she said, “See?”

I didn’t have my glasses on. I saw a blur of nurses and doctors hunched over a table.

Triplets? How did that happen? I was taken back to another hospital room where my pediatrician and obstetrician were waiting with my husband. I can’t remember any pain, I was alert. The doctor said the Team from NY hospital was there and they wouldn’t take the babies if there wasn’t any hope. I would be able to see them before they left. DR. P said that 2 of the babies were in good shape but one was not. Baby A, now Erinn, was lousy. It is a medical term. We named Baby B, Sian Marie and Baby C was Cesara. They put three baby wristbands on my arm. Each one matched the ones on the babies. They were identical girls having been in one amniotic sac.

They were born at 10:04 pm, 10:05 pm and 10:06 pm. It was now 10:45 pm. Dr P came and went and then stood close to my bed to tell us little Erinn (2lbs. 7 oz.) had died.

My thoughts went immediately to Sian Marie and Cesara and I closed my eyes. I saw two tiny girls in pink bonnets walking away from me. My daughters walking in front of me? Away from me?

I couldn’t dwell on it because the next thing that happened was I met my babies as they prepared to take them away. I heard the beeping noise on monitors. First, Sian Marie, tiny girl, black hair and the softest skin I have ever felt. I put my hand into her tiny one.

Her tiny mouth was open and gasping under all the tubes and wires. She was very warm and very pink. Cesara’s hands were waving all around so I touched her little cheek which was also warm and pink. They both weighed 990 grams (2lbs. 3 oz.). Then it was good bye.

The doctors from NY hospital gave us a booklet, phone numbers, they said to call us anytime to talk to the nurses and try to come down ASAP. We lived 60 miles away.

What a night. I was still very alert and I can’t remember if I slept. I talked to my kids the next day. Gramma C had told them they had triplet sisters but they now knew it was twins. I remember thinking, “Well, we have 2. Now what do we say? Are they twins? Are they triplets? How do we explain that?”

I don’t remember how I got through the next day. My husband came to visit and then went down to NY. He came back in the evening to report the girls were in very professional hands. The nurses treated him very kindly and told him to call night or day. I was jealous.

Each day my pediatrician would come in for a report and explain to me what was happening. Cesara and Sian were born on a Sunday and in addition to visiting me and being Mr. Mom, my husband was also ringing the hospital three times each day.

I seemed to recover very quickly. This was my second c-section and I realized the pain was so much less, maybe because my heart was in so much pain. We had 2 daughters to hope for and one to mourn. My three other children were home without me and as a mom; we always come last in caring for ourselves. But I was well cared for. The staff at St Luke’s was awesome.

Tuesday afternoon the NY hospital called my husband and urged him to come down. Sian was having some major issues with breathing and bleeding. He left immediately. Then an hour later they rang me to ask if he was on his way. He arrived there just after their call. This was before cell phones so I had to wait for a call or his return. My mom and best friend came to sit with me. When he got back, he had three pictures for me.

Polaroids of Sian Marie looking very red, blurry, covered with wires and white tape. Here was my daughter. He said he held her hand and talked with her, she looked at him, and he told her we loved her. She was alive when he left her. Then the Hospital called us and told us she had died just afterward. That was my two girls walking away from me.

But as I did with loss of Erinn I transferred all my hopes to Cesara, now Sara because she was too tiny for such an imposing name. She is named after my grandmother Sarah Jane Brooks and my husband’s grandmother Cesera who was called Sara.

Sara was progressing and her father had learned that her Apgar scores when she was born were 3 and then 8. She was a fighter!

We had a funeral to plan and thank goodness our family had some strong ties to the local funeral home. They went to NY to pick up Sian and we buried them in the same vault as their grandmother Cesera. The funeral home dressed them and my pastor and my husbands’ cousin, who was a deacon in the Catholic Church, along with my husband and our fathers buried them on the morning I was released. No charge.

I was so happy to get home and see my children. They helped heal me more than they will ever know. Isn’t it always that way? I knew telling this story would bring me to tears and it has. I will pause here to think about this some more and will continue in part 2 – “Sara Smile”.


How do you do it all? Monday, July 14, 2008

Filed under: Twins and Multiples — Kristin @ 8:47 pm

I hear that refrain from MANY people.  We are quite a phenomenon in town.  EVERYONE knows who we are~we’re the family with a 2nd grader, a preschooler and 1 1/2 year old twins.  When we go to one of Meg’s sporting events (hockey, softball, soccer or basketball), we usually all attend.  We get the stares from people who don’t know us well, and the inevitable “how do you do it all” question from those who know us a little.  My answer is usually “oh, I manage”.  But really, I don’t do it all.  Not even close.

My days are filled with chasing around toddler twin girls who are trying to figure out what they can, and can’t do.  They climb furniture, empty the diapers out of the diaper bag, try to take the wipes out of the wipe bucket.  They try to circumvent our safety gate system~I have found them at the top of the stairs before because I went into the basement to get bread.  They steal each other’s toys, hit each other and cry.  They also chase each other around the dining room table laughing their heads off.  They empty their cribs of all their blankets and toys and squeal in delight doing so.  Phew.  Sounds exhausting, doesn’t it? 

Now add in a 3 1/2 year old son who wants attention so badly, being the middle child, that he knocks over his sisters, takes their toys, and screams at the top of his lungs.  The same boy who comes crawling into my bed before 6 am every day to get a little quiet snuggle with me and his dad, because his days are filled with 3 sisters and lots of noise.  The boy who wishes desperately that I could watch him play with his cars all day, which I would, but for the above mentioned twins.

And finally the eldest.  No longer the baby, she acts out to get attention because she feels so left out.  She gets to play all the sports but still feels like she is missing out on personal time from us.  I spent a good hour reading to her every night, and each night she begs for more.  I know she is begging for more me time, but by then, I’m exhausted, and she’s exhausted.  She is smart, funny, and beautiful.  Soon she’ll realize that if she just stopped acting like the 3 year old, life would improve dramatically.

So, after dealing with all of that every day, then there’s the diapers, laundry (oh my lord the laundry) that only gets washed, sometimes dried on the same day if I’m lucky, the dishes and just general tidying up.  Forget about time for myself.  So no, I don’t do it all.  I do what my husband calls “stopping the bleeding.”  I deal with the most important crisis first, then work down the line.  I have dirty kitchen floors, I don’t remember the last time I managed to vacuum upstairs, and it shows.  My husband and I folded 4 baskets of laundry the other night; what a great date.  And there’s still more to be done.

I love my children with all my heart.  I wish I could give each one of them 100% of my attention every day, but there is only one of me and four of them.  I am doing my best, but I certainly don’t do it all.


Pain + Determination = Breastfeeding Twins Wednesday, May 7, 2008

Filed under: Feeding,Twins and Multiples — our bit of heaven @ 11:19 pm

Breastfeeding was one of those things I thought just came naturally.  It doesn’t.  Okay maybe I’m being a little harsh. For the RARE few, it is instant bliss.  No cracked nipples, no bruising, baby latches like a dream.  This didn’t happen for me.  Here is my story.


I was adamant that I was going to breastfeed my babies.  I have very strong beliefs about breastfeeding and I was determined to make this a success.  My nurses were advised that the twins were not to receive a bottle.  About two hours after my c-section, my twins were brought to me screaming like banshees.  I placed the ever necessary feeding pillow around me and began what would be the most trying experience of my life.  Neither one of my babies seemed to grasp the concept of latching.  It was very difficult.  After the second day of little sleep, crying babies and sore nipples, a very nasty lady, who happened to be my nurse, came in.  “You are starving those babies. They have lost weight and you are going to feed them a bottle.”  She didn’t even take a breath before she shoved a hard rubber nipple into my babies’ faces.  I cried, wept and sobbed.  I couldn’t believe that this was happening.  Afterwards, the lactation nurse came and we began the wonderful task of pumping, supplementing and desperately trying to get the babies fed and content.  The day we went home was a very fearful day for me.  Here I was with two babies who didn’t feed all that well.  I stopped by a medical supply store and rented a hospital grade pump to continue the “dairy farming” at home.


The public health nurse came the day after while I had an older lady from church visiting.  She asked how things were going and as you could imagine, the tears poured out of my eyes.  She was so gentle and loving; first she gave me a hug and told me to go take a shower.  After I came down she asked me to sit on the chair I was most comfortable in and told me to relax.  While my visitor bounced and rocked a screaming baby girl, the nurse came with my son and she got him to latch.  I was amazed.  For the first time since they were born I felt wonderful.  I wept with tears of joy as this little baby was filling his tummy.  Next came my daughter, who I was deathly afraid of.  She was so tiny, just less than 5 pounds, and boy, was she feisty.  With all the patience in the world, this nurse was finally able to get this little lady to latch.  There I was, my visitor holding my right breast and the health nurse holding my daughter while I held my son.  I could have had the whole world in my living room at that point.  I was in heaven with both of my babies in my arms, right where I wanted them to be.  No bottles, just us.  She gave me a referral to a breastfeeding consultant and that day marked a newfound strength.  I was going to do this; these babies were going to nurse.  It took about three months until we were “graduated” from the breastfeeding clinic with healthy, happy twins.  We continued to breastfeed until they were 9 months. 


My four kids Thursday, April 17, 2008

Filed under: Considering Motherhood,Delivery,Twins and Multiples — Kristin @ 9:06 pm

I have four children.  They are 7, 3 and 15 months (times two).  I have three girls and one boy.  While they have many similarities, they have their unique differences too.  My son is blonde and blue eyed.  The girls are all brown eyed (cue Van Morrison) and with varying shades of brown hair.  And each of their birth stories is unique.

I went into labor with Meg on Super Bowl Sunday, 2001.  I remember running into my parents at the grocery store and telling them I was having contractions.  I was so excited.  And nervous.  We hit my brother-in-law’s Super Bowl party, but left partway through because I was feeling awful.  Lots of contractions, and a horrible backache.  So we went home, watched the rest of the Super Bowl (my husband can tell you who played and who won but I don’t remember), and went to bed.  Never slept.  Contractions were 4-5 minutes apart.  I didn’t know what to expect, so we went into the hospital.  They sent me home.  Nothing happening.  Never slept.  Contractions started up again the next day, so we went to the doctor.  She told me I was 4 cm dilated and was going to admit me to the hospital.  That was a Monday around 2pm.  I spent the next many hours trying to get things going.  I had my membranes stripped (i.e. my water broken) to which the doctor said “hmm, I expected more” but nothing was really happening.  I tried the hot tub but it completely stopped my contractions.  I wandered the halls of the hospital for hours.  But, I had tested positive for Group B Strep and had to be hooked up to an IV, so I wasn’t going anywhere.  Sometime in the night the contractions got tougher to manage, so I first had a Nubane shot.  It worked enough to allow me to wander the halls some more trying to get that baby out.  But when it wore off, I was in serious pain.  I hadn’t slept since Saturday night, it was early Tuesday morning, and I had had enough.  I requested an epidural.  It was a nightmare for me while they tried to thread the needle.  I kept having contractions, the tech trying to thread the needle was nervous that he was hurting me, and they ended up getting a supervisor or someone to get the job done.  The epidural allowed me a couple hours of sleep.  I was awakened by the nurse at 6 to hear that while I slept my contractions ceased, AGAIN, so they were going to give me some Pitocin.  Two hours later I was ready to rock and roll.  But, I asked for a bit of time to wrap my head around the fact that I was about to become a mother.  She took two solid hours of pushing before she was born, but she was well worth the wait!  And of course, she likes to be punctual, as she was born on her due date. 

Drew was a completely different story.  He started testing my patience in utero.  I had several weeks of false labor with Drew.  I would go for hours with contractions four minutes apart, then not have them for days.  It was so frustrating.  We went to the doctor on Christmas Eve Day to be checked out because of the holiday weekend, and I was only 1 cm.  Nothing doing, again.  Christmas Day 2004 I thought for sure he was ready to make his appearance.  We ran all over creation visiting family and I had contraction upon contraction.  But nothing came from it, and the day after Christmas, no contractions at all.  A day later, nothing.  Then, on the 27th of December, the contractions started up again, every 4 mintues, for several hours.  Called the hospital and they told me to come in, just to be checked.  Called my parents, had them come to the house since we had an almost 4 year old who couldn’t just stay home alone.  NOTHING.  Go home and rest they said.  My husband did some work, I watched some tv, and went to bed.  About 3 hours later I woke screaming in pain.  I had really painful, couldn’t breathe thru them, contractions.  See, having an epidurual with Meg spared me these kind of contractions, so I had no real idea what was going on.  I hung around for a little bit longer, called my parents again (luckily they lived 2 minutes away at the time) and off we went.  I was still only 1cm when we arrived at the hospital (which was exactly 2 contractions from home-8 minutes) and they wouldn’t give me anything even though I was in obvious pain.  Why don’t you try the hot tub to ease the pain, they suggested.  Yes, the SAME hot tub that stopped my labor with Meg.  I got in the hot tub at about 5:10 am.  At 5:15 am I told Doug that I was pretty sure that the baby was RIGHT THERE and to get help ASAP.  He pulled the emergency chain, and I swear to you, it was like paratroopers invaded our little hot tub room.  Nurses and doctors came from every corner of the hospital it seemed, and they dragged me out of the hot tub.  The nurses doubted my statement that the baby was RIGHT THERE, but once the doctor got in the room, he said I was 10 cm plus 2 and to push on the next contraction.  Drew was born at 5:23 with 3 pushes.  It was the wildest ride!

Until the twins were born, that is.  At our hospital, twins are delivered in an operating room, just in case there are complications, but you labor in a birthing room.  I had a scheduled induction at 38 1/2 weeks, and again had my water broken at noon (I can tell you that having that done twice, either I had no amniotic fluid with Meg, or they did a bad job with her, because my water BROKE with the girls).  Then we waited.  I tried walking around a bit, but I was already 4 cm and huge, and uncomfortable, so I spent most of my time in the birthing room.  We had two nurses all to ourselves; they had no other patients that day.  We even had a male nurse, and I must say, I loved him.  He was truly wonderful to us that day.  I digress.  We didn’t wait long though.  Wait, let me go back and explain something funny.  We told our nurses about our two previous deliveries while we were waiting for them to break my water.  The resident who was going to be helping the doctor from our practice overheard us talking, and REMEMBERED US from 2004.  She was there when Drew was almost born in the hot tub.  The doctors and nurses had a pow wow, and decided to hold off inducing me until a scheduled c-section was complete in the operating room, in case things got out of hand again.  Glad they opted for that plan.  The broke my water at noon, and by 2 I was have some major contractions.  I was hooked up to every machine known to man~fetal monitor, IV, you name it.  I tried the Nubane again, but this time it didn’t help.  So, again, I asked for an epidural.  This time while they were threading it, I kept getting stabbing pains in my hip, along with horribly painful contractions.  I politely (nah, I yelled) told the doctor that he was KILLING MY HIP, and then something strange happened.  Annie decided that it was time.  I went thru two contractions feeling like she was coming right then and there and then again politely (nope, nope, nope, lots of yelling in pain) told them I had to push and NOW.  Upon examination they agreed that she was coming right then and I had to get thee to the operating room post haste.  My poor husband was hanking cords out of monitors, grabbing the IV and down the hall we raced.  I barely made it in the room and they got the bed pulled apart before Annie was born.  They whisked her to the table to examine her and she wasn’t crying, or doing anything.  I was freaking out because I couldn’t see her, the room was swarming with people (there had to have been at least 10 people there; so much for any vanity) and she was quiet.  I finally politely (you see the pattern now, right?) asked ordered my husband to let me see the baby.  She was fine, just surprised by her quick entrance into the world.  The portable ultrasound machine was brought back in to see if Izzie stayed head down, which of course she didn’t.  The doctors spent 11 long minutes trying to manipulate her from all kinds of angles and positions (internal and external) before she was head down and I could push her out.  I never did get my epidural, but I got two beautiful babies.

So my point is that if you’re thinking of having a child, you never know what’s going to happen.  I was terrified of laboring with Meg, and with Drew and the twins, I barely had time to think about it, and those final two births were without any epidurals.  You can’t have any preconceived notions about how it’s all going to work, because basically the babies are in charge and you’ll need to do what works best for them.  Be prepared, but don’t be disappointed if things don’t go the way you planned.  I know that I am grateful for healthy children, and that is the best I could hope for.


Twins plus two Wednesday, April 9, 2008

Filed under: Twins and Multiples — Kristin @ 9:13 pm

Finding out we were having twins was a total surprise.  Twins DO NOT run in our families.  When we were pregnant with our son, my husband and I joked (often) that he was a multiple.  Just for fun of course.  And he wasn’t.  Hooray.  But when we decided to “go for a third, why not?”, we got more than we bargained for. 

Annie and Izzie were conceived naturally.  Most people we know have avoided asking us that question, although I’m sure they’ve wondered.  With our first two being so far apart in age (not really, but 4 years is NOT what we had in mind) I’m sure people wondered if we had to use artificial means. 

For the most part, it was a normal pregnancy.  Other than being horribly ill (morning sickness did not do this justice!), it was a quiet pregnancy.  We had monthly ultrasounds to track the girls’ progress, which helped reassure us that all was well.   But the reality of having twins didn’t really sink in until we started purchasing two of everything~two new car seats, two bouncy seats.  Seeing two bouncy seats in my living room was a bit overwhelming. 

I can’t imagine having twins as my first though~at least I had some idea what to expect going into it.

I delivered the girls at 38 1/2 weeks.  I had been sick with the rotavirus at 37 1/2 weeks, and while I was in the hospital getting fluids for 16 long hours, I begged to be induced.  Nope.  No room in NICU and besides, they told me, you don’t want to deliver after being sick.  You need your energy.  So, the following Tuesday I was scheduled for an induction, because I begged, begged, begged my doctor to let it be done with.  The girls were not showing any signs of wanting to come early and I was HUGE, tired and ready for them to be born.  Labor itself was blessedly short (less than 4 hours from the time they broke my water) but the girls came fast and furious.  Izzie had been breach most of my pregnancy, but the morning of the induction, she was head down.  No c-section for me!  I was adamant that I deliver vaginally, just to avoid recovering from a c-section (and 4 kids at home).  After Annie was born though, Izzie turned again.  The doctors heard my pleas and spent 11 minutes turning her so that I could avoid the c-section.  They were happy and healthy, and we left the hospital less than two days later to start our journey of twins, plus two.


In the beginning… Friday, April 4, 2008

Filed under: Cesarean Section (C-section),Twins and Multiples — our bit of heaven @ 11:02 am

Welcome to the world of multiples!  If you have or are expecting multiples you belong to a great “club”.  This is about my journey, I will start at the beginning.

Two and half years into our marriage we found out we were expecting our first baby.  We were so excited and had big plans for our little one.  In Canada, it is routine for your first ultrasound at 18 weeks.  We were no different; my pregnancy had been running smoothly except for extreme nausea and vomiting.  I was told at the ultrasound clinic that I would go in and the tech would do all the fetal measurements first then ask my husband to join us.  I was so excited to see this little monkey because I had been feeling movements for about two weeks.  The probe was placed on my belly and the tech asked if I was sure of my dates.  I was, he then put the probe down and handed me a towel.  He said I’ll be right back and left the room.  I began to get real scared.  He returned in about two long agonizing minutes and asked for my husband’s name, I told him.  He left the room and I was left sobbing as I was sure I had lost my baby, my precious baby that took so long to conceive.  My husband joined my side and asked if everything was alright, I couldn’t answer.  The tech came back in and apologized for disappearing, that he needed to tell the front desk he would be awhile.  Why, what was so wrong that we needed extra time?  He turned the monitor and said, “You are having twins.”  Our tears flowed down our faces as we spent the next hour watching and learning all we could about our Baby A and Baby B.   

At my next appointment, my doctor told me that things were going to be different.  I was to have more appointments, ultrasounds, fetal stress tests, and a c-section.  Whoa, wait. A c-section? I don’t want one!  He put his hand on mine and said, “These babies will determine how they will come out.  Right now Baby A (the bottom baby) is breech and Baby B is transverse (on top laying side ways.)  They could reposition themselves, but it is up to them.”  

I carried the twins to 39 weeks and 6 days.  One day shy of the 40 week mark.  The twins didn’t ever change positions; they stayed breech and transverse the whole time.  They were born on a Friday morning at 10:58am and 11:00am healthy and screaming.  (My delivery was a little difficult and I will share that in another post.) 

About two hours after the delivery room was when I met my babies for the first time. I sat up on the bed and placed the babies between my legs.  I said to myself, “This is it.”  It was survival mode from that point on. 

Future posts will follow on c-sections, breastfeeding twins, and life at home with two babies.