I so so wanted the birth to be a surprise for everyone. At 26 weeks due to the positioning of the Twinnys I decided (and I was given the choice) to go for an elective C-section. When you have twins you don’t really have a due date, it’s more of a “due week” or maybe a “due month”. My pregnancy was well known amongst the family from about 5 weeks due to me losing the plot a teensy bit when I found the news. Then by 7 weeks they all knew it was twins. The fact that I had a pretty crappy time in my first/beginning of my second trimester (more about his on another day) made everyone want the good news that at 20 weeks it was two perfectly thriving boys. Unfortunately my scrambled Baby Brain failed me miserably and after forgetting what snippets of info I’d told whom, it became apparent that I was scheduled to have the Twinnies on the 17th January 2014.
The evening before It felt weird. A mixture of excitement and fear. I was finally about to get my boys that I’d dreamed, pleaded and prayed for for so long yet this scary operation that was about to take place was going to change my life forever.
I didn’t really sleep and my alarm went off at 5.55am so I could have a mammoth drink, my last until after my operation. Myself and TwinDad went out for dinner the night before where I’d stuffed myself with Camembert and rare beef assuming eating this banned food wouldn’t really matter now.
We drove to the hospital at 6.30am in the dark and I waddled from the carpark up to the Day Assessment Unit. We we’re put in a waiting room with three other couples where we scrubbed up and were given the order of events. We were to go second and at 11am we were finally called and we followed the nurse down to the operating theatre.
The room was so bright and a local radio station was playing in the background. I was introduced to the team and had the spinal inserted as I rabbited nervously at the anaesthetist. I was laid down on my back, which is torture for a pregnant woman, and fekt ny body go numb. As I was so massive it didn’t hit my right side straight away so the team had to tilt me so it could run through. Next they got out the razor and that’s when I really did loose my dignity…
When you talk to people who tell you that having a Caesarian is like somebody washing up in your tummy, that is a fib. To me it felt like someone was yanking a baby out of my stomach. It s apretty surreal experience knowing that your lying there awake with your abdomen wide open.
I’ll never ever forget the moment they showed me Henry. This screaming gooey little baby literally took my breath away. It was only at that moment that it hit me that after 9 months of stress and worry, I was finally getting my boys.
2 minutes later out came Arthur feet first, who promptly pee’d all over TwinDad
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As I lay on the operating table I vaguely remember alarms going off. Not really paying attention I asked TwinDad what was going on. Playing it cool he told me the machine was broken. It was only a few days later did I find out that Arthur has stopped breathing and they were giving him oxygen to get him going!
It was only when I got into recovery that I finally had my first cuddles. The midwifes told me that I had lost 2 litres of blood and so would need to spend a longer time in recovery. The rest of that afternoon was all a bit of a blur. I fell in and out of sleep inbetween feeding the boys.
By the time I got up to the ward I was starving, tired and delirious from Morphine. They wheeled me into a very public bay and I promptly burst into tears. Where was my private room? Didn’t they know I’d just had TWINS?!
After a lot of fuss, whailing and behaving generally like I was a stroppy teenager, they wheeled me into my own room.
The boys were taken off me when TwinDad went home for a sleep. I slept well that night, but I missed my babies so much and it killed me that I couldn’t feed them or change their nappies. The next day I was so jealous of TwinDad doing all of the hard work whilst I was hooked up for two blood transfusions
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We ended up staying in hospital for 6 days in total. I did have a minor blip with my bladder (too gory to go into) and the boys developed a nice sun tan (jaundice) but on Thursday 23rd January I finally took my miracle babies home.
All in all, I know a lot of Mums-to-be dread a caesarean but its really not that bad and its surprising how quickly your body recovers. Whatever way you have your baby, the way that I see it is that its just a means to an end to get your beautiful end result.
The Twinny Diaries 
