I'm here really!
DH has had the modem connected to his laptop since my last post before Xmas - tried to send Xmas greetings to everyone, but couldn't muster the energy to reconnect modem... did everyone have a good Xmas and new year? Haven't had time to look through the posts since my last visit. DH now happily ensconced in the shop and today has taken DD to the zoo! Hurrah! So boys asleep downstairs, and I'm supposedly working... but couldn't stop coming to say hi first.
I'm also going to do a quick birth story here as I think I have about an hour before being required again
So! Here it is. Went in to to hosp on Thursday 19th for induction at 2pm. Had pessary, contractions got going, and at 5ish midwife asked when I wanted to go upstairs to delivery to have waters broken. Immediately told her that I wasn't doing anything so silly as having my waters broken and that I'd only agreed to come in for the pessary. She went away and came back and said well OK, just this time (I think she may have gone for a chat with lovely obs who probably raised her eyes and said leave her to it!). Contractions strong and sometimes double by 8ish (nice), then up to delivery at 10 with young nice midwife. Friend and DH both with me all through. By 3am I was getting pretty tired and fed up, DH, friend and midwife not talking to me enough during contractions, but still coping OK. Did a VE and found I was only 3cm dilated - thought it was much more, so rather disappointed, but decided it was because I was rather scared about birthing twins. Had a bit of a pyschoanalysis period for half an hour with very few contractions; midwife suggested we break waters and as I was tired and had had the same happen with DD I agreed to it. Then decided we couldn't do it yet because the SHO was busy doing two c-sections and wanted to be free in case I needed him. By 7am I slept for half an hour, and at 8 they started to try to break waters. DT1's head was pressing down on the sac surprisingly, so it was difficult to do, but the slightly rough SHO did it eventually. I think the midwife was very good at theory but was a bit young and inexperienced practically to be doing twins.
I was monitored every 20 minutes or so all the way through, by two midwives standing or kneeling next to me as I was on my feet all the time.
At 9 the shift changed and i had a lovely, lovely midwife who understood that I needed to be talked to, particularly when I was demanding a c-section (transition, which DH would have known had he listened to me before we started!). Then laboured for an hour or so; got to bearing down stage but nothing moving; lovely mw got me to have a pee in a paper pot and hey presto DT1 starts coming down. Took it very slowly (I rushed DD) and it was good. He plopped out while I was balanced on a birthing stool, friend in front in tears, DH behind supporting me, lovely mw catching. Wonderful birth! Although I did realise that I could probably do surregacy if needed ever, as I really am not interested in my children when they first appear. Nice mother!
Was immediately hurried onto the bed to monitor DT2 and to feed DT1. Feeding didn't go brilliantly as I was contracting still for DT2 and I didn't want to be distracted. Contractions were about 8 minutes apart I think. SHO came in, scanning machinery arrived, lovely mw keeping quiet whilst monitoring FHB, friend cuddling DT1, DH holding hand. Then ER started! SHO wanted to do version and then realised I was only on gas and air, and I think he took fright. Obs (not my usual one) arrived to discuss situation; I held out for 45 mins on the "let us do it ourselves, we're fine" spiel, but eventually I got fed up with arguing. SHO at one point said, "Do you realise what might happen?", to which I replied in a slightly irritated manner, "Yes, of course, he might die!" That was our moment of high ER drama! Anyway, scan showed his cord was high and so not likely to prolapse, feet were coming down first, they'd left it too late to do a version, so the obs came and told me that as it was urgent to get DT2 out before it became an emergency, and would I consider having an "assisted breach delivery" with a spinal anaesthetic. I agreed on the premise that they wouldn't use instruments, wouldn't do a c-section and would get it all ready extremely quickly as I'd been wanting to push DT2 out for the last half hour. She agreed to all my demands and everyone relaxed as recalcitrant mother began to do as she was told.
So wheeled in to theatre, lovely anaesthetist did his stuff, pain went, lovely mw still there, DT1 with Daddy (who doesn't do blood!), friend holding hand, all very jolly, DT2 out in 2 goes, covered in poo from neck to foot and managed to cover doctor (who, in my opinion, deserved it all!), obs told doc what to do and was great, over a dozen people wandering about and it was all rather interesting in a very english kind of detached way!
Back to delivery room, fed both boys then tucked them up in the cot, fed self, Mum and DD arrived, general doting, Mum and DD departed, DH and I sit and relax a bit, chat a little, then he realises he needs to go home because a guy's coming round to buy the car! So just me and the DTs, legs coming back to life, nice nurse helped me to shower and went down to post natal ward about 7ish.
I'd suggest to all other expecting twin mums to get cot sides put on the hospital bed and to steal all the pillows you can from the other beds so you can all snuggle in together without falling out! Started feeding both boys together that night, and haven't looked back. Met a very good friend for breakfast with her DS on Saturday morning - we conceived the same weekend and birthed the same day! Had a few visitors on Saturday, and had all the checks done, but didn't want to go home til Sunday which was a good decision as I wasn't waiting all day for everyone to finish all the tests and stuff.
Tried to get the mws to help with feeding, but they were too busy and didn't want to help me wake sleeping babies... So I let them go and woke sleeping babies anyway. Came home Sunday lunchtime to a house with no lunch, and in the afternoon three extra grandparents to feed... Mum got fish and chips in the end. You'd think one of them might have realised that food would have been a good thing to have organised. Hey ho!
Phew! That's it! Is it horribly long? Probably not the best place to be posting it, but don't have time to look for the correct place and would rather have it lost in amongst our normal chats.
Back to normal stuff, does anyone have any advice on breastfeeding? DT2's weight gain has dropped off slightly (was above 50th centile, now just above 25th), and I'd like to get some more milk into him but think I'm not quite producing enough - any ideas? I'm drinking about a gallon of water a day, and eating fairly well. Rest is obviously not really on the cards!
Now must read Pixi's last few posts to see how she was before she went in. It was so good to meet her before Xmas - would love to meet up with more of you!
xx
Doris