Kelly’s Birth Story-
I thought it was fitting to post the birth story today – our due date. Hard to believe that the Twins are 5 1/2 weeks old and they were just due today! ‘m going to just write this straight through without editing it.. Just how I remember it, so bare with me if I repeat myself.. Lord knows I tend to ramble sometimes ! We may as well start this final post out with some belly pictures that I neglected to ever share with you :)
|June 25- 29weeks + 4days|
|July 9- 31weeks + 4days|
|July 19- 33 weeks|
|July 23 – 33weeks + 4days|
|July 28 – 34weeks + 2days|
And that has us caught up to the day before delivery.. Where we left off- Monday July 28th when we went to the hospital to get checked out and were sent home- yet again. I was so sure with the contractions 5mins apart that this must finally be it so I made sure to take a quick belly pic before heading to the hospital that morning. Little good it did me. As I said, I was sent home. DH, my IPs and I ended up going out for lunch. I figured if these contractions weren’t doing anything, there’s no point in laying around complaining about them. Was I miserable? Yes.. But it gave us a chance to get out of the house and do something for a little while until I had had enough.. My threshold for holding my shit together is about 2hours and then I need to lay back and complain and moan for a while.. lol.
Tuesday I spent most of the day resting and relaxing.. The contractions were still there but I gave up timing them and had declared once again that I was NOT going back to the hospital until my water broke or something. I was tired of being sent home and figured maybe these babies were just going to be good and stay put for another week or two. We had family haircuts scheduled for that evening and I was super excited that I was officially off bedrest and could make it! Nothing is more soothing than getting your hair done :-) Since I knew I’d be in the car for a few hours (our hair salon is an hour away– long story) and in public where I’d have to actually be halfway presentable, I tried to spend most of the day in bed reading. My friend *T* had been coming up for the past month to help with the kids and with house cleaning while I was on bedrest so she was there that day to keep me company as well. We were chatting with another friend on the phone when *T* decided to send her a belly picture of the naked monstrosity. Ha!! The reaction was priceless ! My uterus was now measuring 53-54 weeks.. Yep, well over a year pregnant – it’s no wonder the twins were wanting out!
Since I told my IM that we were going to haircuts, they decided to spend the day out exploring in a local town. DH got home from work and we all loaded up into the van and made our way to the hair salon. I plopped my butt on the couch and laid there trying to get comfy while everyone else got their hair cuts — it’s always been my custom to go last so I can enjoy it vs going first and having to deal with everyone else’s hair cut decisions.
|picture me sprawled out on the couch, shoes off trying to get comfy.|
Finally it was my turn !! DH had just finished his hair cut and came into the waiting room to tell me it was my turn. My hair stylist (since I was 16) came in and commented on the belly. I heaved myself up – which was quite the task.. First I had to work my way into sitting position, then have DH help me get up off the couch. I stood up and immediately felt a gush of liquid. REALLY?? It is MY TURN for pampering time!! Everyone could see the look of shock on my face because they both asked me what was wrong. I waddled my way to the bathroom and told them that I either just peed myself or my water broke but I was getting my damn hair cut before we left no matter what!
Instead, plans quickly changed. When I got into the bathroom and pulled my pants down to check things out, I realized that that gush was all blood. My pants were soaked down to my knees with blood. I quickly waddled back out and said ‘Nevermind, it’s blood and we are leaving.’ Attitude King rounded up the little kids and took them to get buckled in the car.. Meanwhile I was telling DH to ask for towels because I didn’t want to ruin my seats in the van.. Lol.
We finally all got into the car and started for the hospital. The hospital we were supposed to deliver at was an hour ++ away. But our PBO was for that hospital and quite frankly no way would I have went to the local hospital because they are horrible.. DH started racing our way to the delivery hospital. I started making phone calls. I called *T* and told her I needed her right way. She dropped everything to meet us at the hospital , pick my kids up and take them home again. Then I messaged IM – twice and then IF when I didn’t immediately get a response from IM. Basically I just told them to get their butts to the hospital NOW.. ha. Finally I called the hospital to let them know that we were heading in. This entire time, I could feel little gushes of blood come out. I knew in my head that this wasn’t normal but for some reason I never panic until after the fact.. The hospital asked me if it was enough blood to soak a pad and I laughed — uhmm several pads. I don’t think they believed me or understood how much blood there was.
We pulled into the hospital a mere 35mins after leaving the hair salon (yes, DH made the trip in half the time.. EEK). DH jumped out and had the security get me a wheelchair and then raced to park the car with the kids in it (Attitude King was going to sit with them until *T* got there). Security wheeled me up to L&D and I got Triage 3- again.. I remember thinking to myself, there is no way they can send me home this time!
As we wheeled into the room, the nurse was there getting the monitor ready. I stood up and realized I’d left a bloody mess in the wheel chair and immediately apologized. Every step I took towards the bed I could feel the blood dripping and leaving little piles on the floor. The nurse got a little more concerned when she realized just how much I was really bleeding. She instructed me to get my pants off and get on the bed NOW – no cares about closing the door or even the curtain.. As I worked to get my leggings off, another nurse came in to start cleaning up the bloody mess (security must have told her?) and help me get the darn pants off. There was blood just pooling in the pants on the floor. Everyone started moving a bit quicker that point. I got onto the bed and the nurse got the monitors hooked up to check the babies heartrates. DH had already showed up at my side.. My Dr had left on vacation that morning – isn’t that always how it works?? The delivering dr showed up with an ultrasound machine within minutes of my arrival. We had a quick u/s and both babies were head down. I’m not really sure if she looked for the source of the bleeding or not because the only comment she made was that she knew I wanted to try for a vaginal birth and since they were both head down. She then left the room and my nurse worked on getting the monitors back untangled from me so that I could be moved to an actual labor room. This was it for sure this time!! I asked her about the bleeding and she tried to play it off as normal saying that sometimes this happened with progression.. I have never had bleeding with any of my previous pregnancies and this amount of blood couldn’t be normal.
I’m a little blurry on some events.. I know I was checked and was at 4cm sometime in the triage room (yay progression, since I was still 3-3.5 at my trip to L&D the day before). I also know that they changed the pad under me once or twice because of all the blood.
We got moved into the labor room and my nurse took me to the bathroom to get cleaned up. What a mess that was! lol. When I got back into the bed, my nurse placed 3 pads down so that if we had to change one we could just pull the bloody one out and I’d still have 2 in place and I wouldn’t have to get out of bed. I also got my lovely IV.. I hate needles and therefore HATE IVs. *shudders*
My IPs arrived shortly after we got settled into the room.. I think they were both pretty nervous. I can’t blame them! We had just been there the day before and were sent home… This time it was real. I love my IM to pieces, she was always asking how I was doing.. Was I okay? We took a few pictures and joked about waiting all night.. *T* and my other friend arrived back to the hospital with some items we had them grab from the house when they dropped the kids off there.. Our room was getting full and I was picturing a fun party atmosphere while we waited for the babies to come. I have always had long labors and despite the blood, I assumed since we didn’t go straight to c-section that this would be another long labor. My nurse was my room pretty much all the time which at the time didn’t seem abnormal to me. Looking back, I realize she was keeping close eye on me and the babies monitor. She changed the pad a few times and we attempted rolling to my side to pick up Baby A’s heart rate better.. The dr made her appearance again and checked out the babies monitors. While they played it off well, you could tell they were a bit concerned. We all started making new guesses on what time the babies would be born. I had arrived at the hospital at 6:30pm , by now it was 8:30-9pm and so the bets were on if they would make it on the 29th or wait til the 30th. The dr -when pressed- guessed within 2hours and then said if we hadn’t progressed by then we might be looking at a c-section b/c Baby A’s heart rate was gong down with contractions some.
Since they were watching Baby A’s heart rate closely and with the threat of c-section looming, I asked my nurse if I shoul
d go ahead and get my epidural because I definitely wanted one! She agreed that it would be a good idea and went to let the anesthesiologist know that I would be wanting one. Naturally he was with someone else, so we would just have to wait our turn.
My nurse decided we should get me up and try to use the restroom one more time before I got my epidural and couldn’t get up.. I was still feeling gushes of blood at this point and ended up walking to the bathroom with one of the giant bed pads held between my legs. My nurse took it and gave me a wet down towel to try to clean up with again while she cleaned the bed up. She joked that I was such a good patient b/c she could tell me to go pee and I immediately did it.. Ha.. I never had problems needing to pee- pregnant or otherwise :) . Once all done and cleaned up, I made the mistake of standing up and immediately had blood gush all over me again. *sigh* We cleaned things up AGAIN and walked back to the bed with a towel cleaning up the mess trailing behind me. I am so thankful I wasn’t the one who had to clean it up. I was starting to get a bit concerned about all the blood because it was not stopping.. My nurse had put 5 pads down on the bed in hopes of not having to lift me up to put new ones under, just pull a bloody one out.
Settled back in bed and the anesthesiologist showed up to put my epidural in. They kicked everyone out while he went to work. The epidural itself wasn’t too bad, I mean no one likes a needle stuck in your back and the pressure was horrid during a contraction but it was a means to an end. The contractions had been getting pretty painful and closer together so I was ready to be done with this and be able to enjoy the rest of what I assumed would be a long labor.
I finally got settled into how they wanted me to lay (on my back- ick) and enjoyed a few contractions without feeling them.. Dh was allowed back in the room but he reports that the IPs & my friends stayed in the waiting room (I’m fuzzy on this part). Then the shakes began.. ugh I hate the epi shakes. My blood pressure started getting lower, Baby A’s heartrate was reacting more to the contractions and so my lovely epidural friend was turned down some hoping that it would help both issues. I was rolled to my right side to see if it would help matters and it did seem to help a tad. The anesthesiologist stayed close by and requested another IV just in case we needed it. My poor nurse – who reportedly is the one that is usually called for a hard stick- blew three of my veins trying to get another IV in.. She looked at the anesthesiologist and said I am NOT sticking her again, you try. Luckily he got one in but boy did it hurt!
I stayed on my side and my lovely nurse stayed right there with me holding the monitor on the baby b/c it’s harder to pick up on your side and they wanted to watch him closely. The dr came in just as the nurse was getting ready to put my catheter in so they rolled me back to my back & the dr said she’d go ahead and check me. I was feeling the contractions again at this point (because the epi was turned down) and while I’m sure they weren’t full force and the epi was helping some- they were still pretty painful and very close together.. 2 in less than 3mins. She checked me and said that I was 5cm but it felt like I was changing then and she would wait for the contraction to be over. She couldn’t tell for sure if my water had broken, before it was bulging and now she thought she still felt a sac of water but was not 100%. With all the bleeding, we had no way of knowing if my water could have broken sometime between checks and was disguised by a gush of blood. The nurse & Dr talked for a few mins while the nurse got the catheter stuff set up. At this point, I told her to check me again because I was feeling a lot of pressure. She came over to check me (less than 5mins after the last check) and said I was 9cm !! OMG. No wonder I was having so much pain and pressure! Everyone immediately jumped into action. The dr and nurse raced out to find out which OR we were going to and to get everyone into their scrubs. DH went and grabbed our crew so they could get back over and IM could get suited up with DH to go into the OR with me. I was left alone for a few minutes and the pain, shock of everything happening so quickly and emotions got the best of me so when IM walked in with her scrubs on she saw I had tears on my cheeks. Immediately she was concerned about me.. Omg, Have I mentioned that I Love this woman? About to meet her babies and she is worried about me.. ha. We had a few minutes waiting on the OR to take a few pics. IF took a pic of me, DH & IM. Then stood a ways in front of us and did a selfie to get himself in it.. lol :) I LOVE that picture :)
The nurse came back and it was time to go. She gave me a boost on my epidural to help a tiny bit with the pain I was feeling . Thank goodness! We said goodbye to my friends and IF. Only 2 ppl are allowed in the OR (I had to deliver in the OR b/c it was twins) and we had decided ahead of time that it would be DH & IM. IF waited right outside of the room so he could meet the babies immediately.
When we got into the OR these silly people expected me to move myself from my bed onto the OR bed. Ha Ha Ha! I laughed at the nurse and warned her that I was feeling way more than I ever had and she had better plug her ears because I knew the cursing would be coming.. LoL. I did manage to make it to the other bed despite having to stop halfway over due to a contraction..
Legs in stirrups and I was checked and told I was complete.. 5 mins of pushing and Baby A– baby BOY was born. He seemed to come out in a sea of blood, my dr’s gown was covered in blood. She clamped & cut his cord and handed him off to his team. I honestly didn’t even get a peek of him b/c his team took him out to the hall to assess him. We told IM to go with him knowing it would be a few minutes before Baby B would be coming.
IM came back in just as the dr checked to see Baby B’s position. She was a good girl and still head down. She broke her water and with a few pushes we got her down into place. That was where she ceased being a good girl. lol. In reality she made her appearance just under 20mins after baby Boy but it seemed like I pushed and pushed FOREVER. I remember thinking, they are going to end up c-sectioning her b/c she will not come out! Finally, FINALLY she came out- sunny side up and sprayed amniotic fluid all over the dr.. LoL. I was EXHAUSTED.
Baby A(Boy) was born at 10:26pm weighing 5lbs 13oz & 18.5″ long.
Baby B (Girl) was born at 10:41pm weighing 5lbs 11oz & 19.5″ long.
Both were whisked away to the NICU where they spent almost two weeks before being released..
|The monster belly (no my belly button doe not pop) complete with bruising from the inside out & the adorable Twins|
We had plenty of bonding time and all my friends and family were able to come meet them before they left :) Snuggling a newborn is amazing and I am not sure how they both ever fit inside… lol.
My actual OB called me the week following their birth when she got back from vacation and saw that I had the babies while she was gone.. lol. We did talk about the delivery and all of the blood. Initially it was assumed that the bleeding was Baby A’s placenta pulling away, but according to the pathology report it was actually his cord. His umbilical cord had attached to the membrane vs the placenta and was pulling away. I googled that and wished that I hadn’t. Baby Boy is one very very lucky baby!!
I spent the 2 weeks following delivery basically back on bedrest recovering. I lost a lot of blood during labor and looked a bit like a vampire for a while. I was put on lovely iron pills because my hemoglobin went from 12.5 (when I arrived at the hospital) to 9.1 four hours later at labor. Yeah, it was a LOT of blood. Best part of having twins and pumping breastmilk for them? I’m now 20 lbs below my pre-pregnancy weight.. ha. Best weight loss plan ever!
Today is the day they were due to be born and yet they are 5 1/2 weeks old. They have been home in Spain for a few weeks and are doing amazingly. Doing what newborns do best and giving their Mama many sleepless nights :-)
Another surrogacy is over with , a new family was made, and a friendship was formed for life. Do I miss the twins? Sure. They are such sweet, adorable babies. I miss my IPs, who we got to know so much better as they stayed with us the week heading up to delivery. But honestly, I miss being pregnant. I was completely miserable that last week or so but looking back today, our due date, and I’m feeling a little bit cheated. I was cheated out of almost 6 weeks of baby movements, kicks, and shoving Baby Girl back out of my ribs. I am fully confident that with them both being almost 6lbs each and my uterus measuring what it did, I was lucky to keep them in that long… but I’m still feeling just a little cheated that I had to share them with the world sooner than expected. Selfish? Maybe. Now they are out and with their family and I couldn’t be happier. I absolutely LOVE newborns but I do not miss getting up over and over during the night.. Ha! That I will leave to my wonderful IM :)
It was an absolutely wonderful journey, scary at the end but I wouldn’t trade it for the world. And now I will be left debating whether to do it again or not…..
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