“ Twins, multiple births... „
Finding out I was pregnant was a surprise as Mr Lools and I had not been trying for a baby. Finding out that I was expecting twins was more of a shock and something that even now my babies are almost 4 weeks old has still not fully sunk in! !
As this was my first time of being pregnant I didn't really know what to expect so I had no real inkling that I could be carrying twins. My first scan was at 13 weeks and prior to that I had suffered from "morning sickness" really badly. Thinking back this was probably a massive sign it was twins as I could not keep food down, but as most of the women in my family suffered sickness badly in the early stages I just put it down to genetics! I'm very small framed and even at 13 weeks I had a totally flat stomach and was still fitting into my size 6 jeans very comfortably.
The moment that two little figures showed up on the screen at the scan, Mr Lools and I didn't know whether to laugh or cry... in fact I done both!! The hospital I had chosen to give birth at initially was midwife led so didn't deliver twins and I was transferred to a consultant led hospital that specialised in twin births.
I received another scan later that week at the specialist hospital, which is when the enormity of expecting twins hit me. I was scanned and met my consultant who bombarded me with information. It was revealed that I was expecting identical twins which was more high risk than non identical twins. At this point I was very scared as the doctors ran through all of the complications that could occur with an identical twin pregnancy because the babies share a placenta. The main risk was Twin to Twin Syndrome (TTTS) meaning the twins can grow at different rates, which can leave one twin thriving whilst the other twin is undernourished which can be potentially fatal. Because of this I was to be scanned fortnightly meaning if TTTS was occurring it could be picked up immediately and treated with laser surgery! In addition to this I was also warned that it would be highly likely I would go into labour prematurely.
Once I got over the fear that my pregnancy was high risk and it was highly likely that I would give birth prematurely I really started to enjoy the thought I was expecting twins. Telling people I was pregnant and expecting twins was lots of fun! I received a variety of reactions from overjoyed to "oh my god, one baby is bad enough". I had a very small bump for expecting one baby never mind twins so a lot of people I told I was pregnant with twins simply thought it was a joke. Looking back something that drove me mad during my pregnancy was all of the horror stories and well meaning advice people would give me (those who had "friends" that had twins etc). Luckily I had a pretty easy pregnancy and didn't suffer many complications so I was able to take this advice with a pinch of salt.
For me the worst symptom was sickness. All day sickness which never went away, I was sick every day from 9 weeks until 36 weeks when I gave birth! But this was outweighed by feeling two babies kick inside of me and the fortnightly growth scans. Feeling the babies kick inside of me was constant and because my bump was "all baby" you could see limbs almost sticking out of my bump! The number of scans and consultant appointments was 10 times that of a normal pregnancy therefore my work had to be very lenient and supported me well. But seeing my babies on the screen fortnightly was amazing and something I was very lucky to experience.
The later stages of my pregnancy were tiring but could have been worse. At 31 weeks I had a small bleed and that's when it hit me how high risk my pregnancy was considered. I was rushed through the busy maternity assessment unit ahead of other women waiting in there, strapped up to monitors and had 3 doctors in a private room with me. Outside my room I could see (and hear) other women who seemed in a lot more pain than me having to wait much longer to be seen and being put in cubicles rather than in an actual room.
I was given the all clear after the 31 week scare but was warned my babies were engaged and "highly likely to arrive by 34 weeks". As much as I was terrified I was still feeling very well and worked all the way up to 34 and a half weeks before I started my maternity leave!
Preparing for the birth was difficult as twin births are so unpredictable. Both my babies were head down so I was allowed a natural birth but I wasn't actually allowed to discuss the birth with the medical team until 34 weeks which was frustrating. At 34 weeks I was given an induction date for 36 weeks but my consultant was doubtful I would last that long. Needless to say I did and I spent the last week of my pregnancy very uncomfortable as my bump suddenly grew.
After being quite disappointed that I hadn't gone into labour on my own in the last week of the pregnancy I went into hospital very scared about being induced..... only to find that when I was examined by the midwife I was actually in labour. (I started getting pains on the way to the hospital but put them down to just being scared!) This was at 9.30 am and by 6.15pm the same day both my boys were born naturally weighing 4lb 15oz and 4lb 11oz. Both small but perfectly healthy and didn't need any special care!
Multiple pregnancy........ what a shocker!!!! I am currently 21 weeks pregnant expecting non identical twins. I can honestly say that I have never been so shocked by any other news than I was when I found out it is twins. I already have a 13 month old little boy, and me and my husband planned for a second baby to keep the age gap small. We had no idea what we were in for at the first scan at 12 weeks. I was quite large by the time my first scan came around, but didn't think anything of it as I was huge with my first pregnancy. When the sonographer said that it was twins I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. My husbands face was a picture. As it was, I ended up laughing with the shock. Infact I was laughing hysterically like a school girl (how embarrasing). It took us a good week for the news to sink in. I have since had my 20 week scan and have found out that I am expecting a boy and a girl, which we are thrilled about. My pregnancy so far has been far worse than my first pregnancy. The sickness has been awful, and I have had every illness going because I have been so run down. The list goes on.... heartburn, excessive tiredness, monster headaches, nausea, loss of appetite, severe backache. I am very large already, and have been wearing a support belt to lift the weight of my bump up to help my back. I dread to think how large I am going to be by the end of the pregnancy. Please don't get me wrong though, I am over the moon to be carrying twins, just wish It wasn't so draining!!!!
Ahhh my twin pregnancy, well now that was a BIG shock. I found out I was pregnant when I was just 7weeks, it wasn't planned but I was so pleased. Being a big girl anyway I wasnt expecting to show in the early stages but by 10 weeks I had a formed baby bump, I remember my mum asking me if I was sure I wasnt further gone than what I thought. So my 1st scan came at just 12weeks, I lay down nervous and the sonographer said she would check the baby over then talk through it with me. She checked me over and then said "right", at which point I panicked as I thought there was something wrong, "its twins", Well I just cried! I didnt know whether to feel happy, excited, scared, I had allsorts running through my head "how will i cope im single", "How will I carry 2 babies in my belly"
They wasnt identical boys so I only had to have a scan every 4weeks just to make sure they were both doing well and growing right etc. My pregnancy itself I have to admit was amazing, I wasnt sick at all, had no heartburn, no swelling of the feet, the only bad thing was towards the end of the pregnancy I was so big I really found it a struggle to walk. I waddled, I didnt walk, and i got so used to waddling side to side that even when I had the babies I forgot how to walk for a bit and carried on waddling like a duck.
My belly grew, and grew, and carried on growing until I thought I was going to pop. They kicked and punched hell out of me, they had constant hiccups which got so annoying. They were due on the 30th of November 2007, but because of the lower twin being breech they gave me a date for an elective c-section, 21st November 2007. So that day at 10:22am and 10:24am my boys were born. The best day of my life. I can honestly say I would do the whole pregnancy again in a heartbeat!
Well i have to first of all say twins are amazing and such a blessing for any mum and dad! I found out i was carrying twins at my 12 week scan, i had been told by quite a few people that i was having twins but never quite believed them, i guess its on of the things that will never happen to you. I had quite a rounded bump from been only 6 weeks to the point where people could actually tell i was pregnant so there was no hiding it lol. I also had extrmely bad nausea from 6-12 weeks i was noly ever sick twice but the feeling of been sick lasted from the minute i woke until i went to bed. As soon as i hit 12 weeks it stopped and i felt fantastic. I first felt them move at around 12-13 weeks which was ana aqmazing feeling. I had scans very frequently usually its 4 weeks for non identical twins and fortnightly for identical twins as theres more risk. My girls were identical so i had them every 2 weeks which was great to have the chance to see them and make sure they were doing well. We got 5 scan photos every time we went which was also fab and weve made a scrapbook from them. My urine and blood pressure was tested at every appointment and it really puts your mind at ease that your in the best care. I never had any major problems through my pregnancy, i hada lot of discomfort from around 20 weeks onwards until i had them, i used to get really bad back ache or cramp and i used to also get very breathless when doing anything. I also have to say i was extrmely tired, so if you are carrying twins dont fight it sleep whenever you feel you need to. My appetite also increased hugely, i could eat a full meal and still feel hungry. I never put much wiehgt on infact 2 stone through the whole of my pregnancy but i never had to buy maternity clothes i just had this huge bump up front infact big enough to sit my plate comfortably, you couldnte even tell from behind i was pregnant. My experience was fantastic but im sure theres experiences from both scales. Im really hoping for twin boys next time so fingers crossed and good luck to all those expecting them!
I was delighted to find I was pregnant with twins at just 7 weeks. I'd already had to buy my first maternity jeans so it didn't come as a huge surprise to me, though I figured I was just clapping the weight on originally.
From that point on, I was a marked woman, more scans, more rigid glucose testing, more iron supplements due to increased risks of anaemia etc etc etc.
I had a colossal amount of hospital appointments, it pleased me as I felt there was a higher risk with two and there are, so I felt they were safer being kept a closer eye on. Not that it would have fixed a problem but certainly it could have helped create a plan in advance.
I suffered zero morning sickness but a phenomenal aversion to grease, I could puke for hours after fish and chips so I stopped eating grease in any form.
I did fine until 33 weeks, at which point my bump wouldn't fit properly behind the wheel in my car and the seat belt was getting very tight. I had to be driven around in my partners old car with longer seat belts and in the passenger set. I couldn't sleep comfortably and had to get out of bed on one side to go round and get in the other side - that was my version of turning over in the middle of the night.
I had the most horrific acid reflux as my twins were so high inside me and squishing everything else. I would easily drink 3 pints of milk each day to deal with the acid.
My twins were breech from 24 weeks and stayed that way except for a brief turn at 28 weeks but after that they went back to breech and stuck, which meant a c-section or a far riskier birth.
I worked very well until 32 weeks and then moved house too and did fine. I'd get Braxton Hicks if I over did it but I was generally sensible and completely capable. I finally was asked to take early maternity leave as I'd had a little bout of 'irritable uterus' or doctor speak for something which isn't happy about being pregnant causing minor pains. I could have worked longer and I wish I had. I was bored rigid once I was stuck at home.I decorated their bedroom at 33 weeks exactly, it took 11 hours, so that demonstrates how easy it can be to be capable and active if you choose to be.
I was terrified of a c-section but sought as much information out as I could and eventually found some compromises which would alleviate my concerns in some ways. I was explicitly clear in my intentions and made very certain that everyone knew and it worked out well enough for me.
My waters broke after going in to bring the section date forward, I could barely turn in a normal sized doorway and was beginning to resemble a weeble, with back problems already it was finally becoming a terrible ordeal.
After getting home, having negotiated a good date, my waters broke at exactly 37 weeks.
We went to the hospital, warned not to take too long since the twins were breech. 4 hours later and one c-section and spinal later, I had twins in my arms.
Two lovely girlies who now, at 2.5 are wonderful and hard work all at once.
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My advice to anyone expecting twins would be to speak to others who have had similar experiences. Ask them to tell you if the horror stories are true. Ask them to tell you exactly what happens. When I fell pregnant with twins, I desperately searched for advice, but all I found wher outdated books that spoke of having x rays to confirm twins. If only I knew someone who could relate their experience to me. If you are in that situation, here's my story. Maybe you will have more of an idea what is going to or could happen. If you are not, sit back and enjoy.
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I had been married two months when I started to get a pain. Since my teenage years I had always had painful periods and suffered pain on ovulation. What made it worse was that I appeared to release an egg from both sides each month. At school I always joked that I would end up with twins. If only I knew!
Just in case we bought a pregnancy test. It came back negative. So I went to the doctor who decided I most likely had cysts on my ovaries, a few days later an appointment for a scan arrived. So off I trotted to the local hospital, with my new husband in tow.
By now we had been married 11 weeks. Being an abdominal scan my husband was asked to wait outside. In the small dark room, I had a cold gel applied to my middle region and my ultrasound got under way. The sonographer went straight to my ovaries where she immediately picked up on some masses. Yes, she said, you do have cysts. She then moved across to my womb. Whilst she swept the probe backwards and forwards I was convinced I spotted something. But I had never had a scan before and you know how you can make images out of all sorts of things ..She then caught my attention. "Did you know you were pregnant?"
She then continued "and there are two embryos here, however many women fall with twins but only one will survive. By the time of the first scan it will have absorbed into the body and the mother will be none the wiser." She took measurements and declared that I was five weeks. I explained that I had taken a test 2 weeks earlier. However apparently at around 3 weeks hormone levels can affect the test and give you a false result. The cysts were also caused by the pregnancy but would disappear in time.
I was instructed to come back in a fortnight for another scan. As I left she warned me. "Please do not get your hopes up; chances are there will only be one embryo next time." But I hoped different. Twins ran in my family. My mums' twin hadn't survived, and she had suspected that my brother was one of twins too, could these ones make it?
I emerged from the room, and left with my husband. Being quiet, he was concerned. So I sat him down outside. "Well, it's like this" I said. We were both more shocked that I was pregnant than the fact it was twins really. But we had discussed children and although we had not planned them so quick, we were quietly happy.
Two weeks later, after what seemed an eternity we returned for my scan. This time my husband was allowed in. The gel was applied and the probe began to roll. All four of us were glued to the screen. How many would there be? Slowly a picture appeared. We all counted .one she moved a little two. "Congratulations you are expecting twins." A scan picture was printed, and we went off the happiest people alive.
We couldn't keep the news to ourselves and soon were phoning friends and family. Some took it well, others not. We had not planned this pregnancy; I had been on the pill, however I had been on antibiotics at the time of our wedding, and unbeknown to us they must have still been in my system some six weeks later and caused the pill to fail. But it had happened and we accepted that.
Within a few days of that scan I began to bleed. I was immediately put on bed rest, and given a week's sick leave from my job as a carer for adults with learning difficulties. The bleeding persisted but my doctor would not sign me off for more than a week. He felt if I was going to lose them it would be whether I was working or not. My boss too was not happy. She told me that I would still have to pull my weight, lifting and carrying (the days before the new laws on lifting). Some staff was sympathetic, and gave me all the light duties, others made me continue as before. Two days later when the bleeding became heavier, I handed my notice in. We were determined to give these two every chance.
The bleeding soon subsided, and my 12 week scan revealed all was well. By now I was heaving at every slight smell, and my poor husband was unable to wear any form of deodorant or aftershave. Working in the same care home I had he would have to come home and have a thorough wash before coming anywhere near me!
At 14 weeks I went on holiday with my mum. It seemed a bit strange, especially as I had only been married for 5 months. But this had been booked the year previous. Before I had planned to get married, before I had met my husband even. (Bit of a whirlwind one it was, but that's another story) So off I went to check out the delights of Derbyshire. The weird thing was the sickness almost disappeared overnight, and so my poor husband got all the blame. After just 5 months of marriage he was making me physically sick! All went well and fortunately on my return, the sickness didn't. It seemed the break had cured that dreaded morning sickness. (That lasted dawn till dusk)
The pregnancy continued well, I began to eat macaroni cheese for breakfast, dinner and tea (Could've been worse) and we started attending antenatal classes. However each week my head would be full of questions, but I never raised them as they were all to do with twin births. We were taken for a tour of the water birth section, but I wasn't allowed to have one. We were enlightened about a natural birth, but I was told I'd most likely end up with a Caesarean. Nothing seemed to apply to me. I wasn't even sure if I would have one labour or two. The only thing that stuck in my mind was seeing the Epidural needle. Right there and then I decided there was no way I was going to have that!
My 20 week scan came and we were told we were definitely expecting a boy. The hamburger appearance of the other baby suggested it was a girl, but they could not be definite. (If confused draw a hamburger and turn it onto its side.) Regular examinations proved they were both doing well, and of good size.
At 26 weeks I was beginning to feel the pressure. At only 4ft 10 there was not much room for the twins to spread out. A foot was digging me under the ribs and kicks and punches were coming from all directions. I was having a scan every two weeks and the other weeks I was having a check up with the gynecologist. It was around this time that I started having problems emptying my bladder. I desperately needed to go but just couldn't. In the end I was admitted to maternity and a catheter inserted. I panicked at this point, especially when the midwife to do it turned up in a very male form. But he was extremely gentle and advised me to relax. Believe it or not it worked. Two days later it was removed now that hurt!
A fortnight later I returned, the same problem, again a catheter was inserted, and left for a couple of days. My doctor told me that this was possibly how it was to continue till the birth. He was not prepared to deliver them yet as they were only 28 weeks.
Soon, I was unable to walk. I could not possibly describe the pain, but try to imagine a very heavy bowling bowl constantly sitting on your pelvic bone. It was heavy, it pinched and I'd had enough. I had another catheter inserted and was told to try to get to 34 weeks. Due to my height my midwife did not expect me to go much further in any case.
Then it was 36 weeks, then 38. Still all was going well; the babies had got themselves into position ready for birth. But by now I thought I was going to explode. Even my midwife couldn't believe it. It was now decided that I was to go no more than full term. The twins were due on February 14th, but this was a Friday, and they did not like to induce on a Friday incase labour was more than 24 hours and it went into the weekend. So I was booked in to be induced on Thursday February 13th. But all were convinced there was no way I would go full term.
Wednesday February 12th, 8pm. My bags were packed and I was off to have an early night. For tomorrow I was to be induced and would become the proud mother of twins.
This review continues in the birth section.