Mine was rather quiet compared with Bubby's saga!
Non identical girls, 33+5, dd1 was 4lb 1.5 oz and dd2 4lb 0.5 oz. Their due date was perilously close to my own birthday, and the night before in the bath I'd told them very firmly not to arrive that day, three birthdays on the same day would be bad... I didn't mean arrive a good month before though!
dd1 very sensibly came out head first, but dd2 had gone transverse. I can remember a registrar being very urgent to do a c-section, however my birth partner (my mum) and the senior midwife both backed up a second opinion from the consultant. Since I'd had epidural as a just in case, the manipulation to get her pointing in the right direction didn't hurt. It felt like someone doing washing up in my abdomen!
However, although she was now aligned in the right general direction, her feet were first. Cue wittering registrar banging on about a section again. By this time I was getting heartily sick of the sound of that young man's voice.
Consultant laughed and said 'Oh I don't think that'll be necessary!' And gently guided dd2 out by the ankles.
Both in SCBU, three days in the intensive room then three and a half weeks in what my dad (horticulture background) called 'the hardening off' room.
I was discharged after 36 hours, and benefited from three weeks of normal sleep. I would arrive at SCBU around 8 a.m. and usually be back at home about 10. For the final few days I was able to stay with the girls in the overnight SCBU suite so I could start to get a grip on nights, which of course the lovely lovely nurses had been doing.
I should say, this is a very rural area, realistically there was only one hospital choice, and it had a poor record for (a) over-use of emergency sections and (b) high complications rate for them. Hence my determination to keep out of the operating theatre. Apparently my labour and birth were the first twins to be born in that unit without a section for over six months. My consultant was a new man and afterwards the hospital's rates for natural birth steadily went up.
Anyway, they're now 14, both taller than me (and both have bigger feet too so they can no longer nick my shoes, yay!), just started GCSEs, both predicted A's and A*s, both healthy and sporty... I still look at the photos taken in the first few weeks and am amazed (and go a bit weepy
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