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Planning for a second child was carefully considered, we even factored in the financial benefit given we had already invested in all the ‘baby essentials’ for our daughter. We considered what age gap would allow us to keep some semblance of sanity, factoring in how long it would take me to get pregnant (dismissing all advice from the midwife that I should overlook the duration of getting pregnant the first time, I would definitely get pregnant quickly the second time round).
Getting pregnant two months after coming back off contraception was a surprise.
Not as much of a surprise as finding out at eight weeks that we were pregnant with twins.
Gone were thoughts of any financial savings!
And then there was more.
My first pregnancy was easy, as was my birth. That may sound like a boast, but I didn’t cope well with the pressure I placed on myself becoming a mum, so the easy bit paled into insignificance.
And with the knowledge that twins were in my tummy, the things I held close, like the support from the midwifery team were immediately removed from my grasp.
Because it seems a twin pregnancy immediately gets you the red stamp of ‘High Risk Pregnancy’. And along with that midwife led care, and birthing on the midwife led unit, is removed as an option.
And whilst I was uneasy about having a mix of consultancy care and midwife care, it meant we got to see the babies more often as we had regular ultrasounds, and I discussed with my midwife the possibility that should pregnancy continue to mirror my first I could possibly get agreement from the consultant to birth on the midwife led unit.
But of course, the precautions the hospital put in place for me, and other multiple births, obviously have their purpose. The regular ultrasounds meant the care team identified early on the twin 1 had stopped growing, it meant we planned together to get the babies to 36 weeks, at which time I would be induced.
And as we agreed the detail of what would follow at 35 weeks I was also given ‘a sweep’, and despite being an unpleasant experience, it would seem it did the job.
I was all prepared (whilst not mentally) to be induced, multiple hospital bags packed and ready the night before. I had been told to phone the hospital at 7.30am to see if they had enough beds, my mum had travelled up from South Wales to look after my 22month old so hubby could get me safely to hospital. And despite having regular monitoring I managed to avoid every invitation to view the theatre- because the other automatic part of having a multiple birth is the requirement for them to be born in theatre- which I wasn’t particularly happy about.
Life does have a habit of working itself out, and so the night before had a little more excitement than predicted. My daughter was poorly so I brought her in with me whilst Tony slept in the spare room. At around 5am I woke up, thinking that something was amiss. Having previously misread contractions I tried not to think too much about it, but by 5.30 I decided they were regular enough to contact the hospital. After explaining I was due in any way and I’d be happier if they would check me out, the triage unit agreed that I could come in. I woke hubby up and told him we were leaving a bit earlier than planned, and woke my mum to ask her if she’d look after my daughter as I wanted to go to hospital.
We arrived at Calderdale Royal just after 6am, fortunately triage agreed I was in active labour and transferred me to a room ahead of going into theatre. Hubby went to get the bags, and by the time he was back it had been agreed there would not be enough time to get me to theatre.
And, everything happened. I think, despite the increasing frequency of twin births, it is probably still an interesting midwifery experience, audience numbers increased, and I think my apologies for bad language were appreciated.
The consultant arrived just in time. Shortly after twin 1, my littlest 4.7oz baby, came into the world at 6.35. There is always a panic at this point as twin 2 immediately has a lot of space freed up and could go breach. I didn’t do as well as birthing so forceps were used- again, not pleasant- but at 6.53 twin 2 was born at a little healthier 6lbs.
The audience was happy; it transpired shifts change at 7am so everyone finished on a high, and on time.
And what can I tell you about these boys? They’ve set their agenda from the off. They work as a team and there is no second guessing them.
Multiple births, like all births, are complex and unique, and of course, with the joy of receiving such precious gifts, of course I’d do it all over again!
Thanks Debbie for sharing your wonderful story of your boys!
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