I have 2 already: boy 4 and girl 2 (will be just 3 when born). I've got my head around what things I'll need, how hard it'll be to look after them and am feeling happy, excited and privileged to be a twin mum. I am just feeling so downhearted about 2 things; 1.The extra work involved in the pregnancy - I walk everywhere cos I don't drive and have already started getting horrible SPD. My husband's head office is a 4-hour + drive away and they are asking him to travel down for 3 days a week even though he can easily work from home or the local office and this has only positive effects on his ability to carry out his duties as he's not tied up driving and unable to be reached when on-call and is not worn out from driving so much. This is worrying me a lot as often I really struggle to walk even to preschool (15min walk with 2 year old) and back especially when trying to control my 2 year old who hates the pram.
- The labour and delivery. I had two normal deliveries - The first was planned for midwifery unit (since closed) but had to be transferred to hospital for the sake of consultant signing to give drip due to long labour but with no other intervention. The latter was at home with no pain relief and I had wanted this delivery to be at home also. Our only other choice is the local hospital which, I have only had negative experiences with. They have a very interventionist approach (abnormally high section rates back this up) and I seem to wind them up with my strong opinions about wanting to have a sensible, natural delivery. Anyway, the way they treated me in both pgs has considerably eroded any (limited) trust I may ever have had and I am worrying they'll be eyeing me up for sections, epi's etc with them being multiples. This is not so bad in itself as I am able to assert myself (although this is a daunting prospect) but I am unsure how I can be sure the decisions I am making are sensible ones as I can't trust the information any healthcare profs give me. i.e. I am not averse to necessary intervention but very averse to any unneccessary rubbish.
Main influence is last pg where the local midwife was convinced baby was too small at 36 weeks so sent for extra scan. At hospital head midwife and registrar tag teamed me telling me baby had been diagnosed as Small For Gestational Age and they were "going to keep me in and induce me" right then as "baby was in distress". I was suspicious as they had been against home delivery from start with no medical basis - I was young and a single parent despite planned birth partners being GP with wide experience delivering babies in malawi and UK and medical student. I also like to think I have a good instinct when it comes to pg and couldn't really believe baby was distressed so refused induction and asked for information which had been gathered by the scan. When I checked with my parents and sister (medical doctors and medical student)about the actual numbers they all independently said there was no basis for induction or believed distress as the measurements for size and water levels were all slightly on the low side but well within normal realms. I consequently refused to be induced without seeing the consultant who eventually visited, looked at file and measurements, examined me and said he couldn't see any problems, I should be sent home and allowed my homebirth as planned.
To top it all, that day I had been sent on the bus which actually takes 1 hour+ to reach hospital - toddler in tow and had been in hospital from 2pm till 7.30pm without being given any food for me or my toddler. When I asked they said I wasn't an inpatient so I couldn't have any hospital food and I'd have to go to the vending machine to get a sandwich but I didn't have any money as I hadn't expected to have to go and had spent the money on the bus in a panic thinking something might be wrong with the baby. They said there was nothing else they could do and washed their hands of it.
After the baby was born (at home - she was 7lbs and fantastically strong and tall) they wanted us to go to hospital for a blood test. Fortunately, my mum was around to give us a lift and some support. We were told to go to the postnatal ward and wait for the consultant but no-one knew we were coming or why and so we had to sit on chairs in the mums room next to a coffee machine, which said for inpatients ONLY, for 6 hours - with the baby and toddler and vending machine food that we were told off for eating! Eventually when someone came they only took the blood because my mum shouted (through) tears that all the other mums who'd given birth the day before were laying down in bed whilst I was sitting on a hard chair and she wanted someone to see us right away. Needless to say they took the blood but they had no idea who wanted us to have it taken or why and so took the wrong kind of sample.
Stupid long winded post but hope you can understand why I'm scared of them now and not even written about first delivery!