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The Birthstory

by Juliemara

Ive had the story written down and edited for a few weeks, but I wasn’t sure when was the right time to post it. Today is as good as any…

While the trials and tribulations of having a new baby (or two) in your home are pretty much the same for everyone, how each person gets there is completely individual and unique.

Here is my girls birth story…

Thursday October 6th my husband and I went to enjoy a dinner out, knowing it may be our last for a while. We went to Salt, a trendy restaurant in Old Roswell. We sat outside, watched people walked by, ate yummy food and enjoyed the perfect weather. It was excellent.

After dinner as we started to drive home I mentioned that the babies weren’t moving as much that day as they usually did, especially after a meal. To be on the safe side I called the Dr. She told us to go straight to the hospital to get checked. We arrived at the hospital and as soon as I signed my name on the admission form the babies started doing acrobatics. But we were there so I got all hooked up to the machines and did the NST (non stress test) for several hours before being discharged, everything was fine.

The following Tuesday I had my weekly appointment with my OB, at the appointment I told her that the babies still move but not a much as they did in previous weeks, she told me that it was time, decreased movement with twins is not something they take chances with, especially past 34 weeks, I was 36 weeks and three days.

I walked over to the hospital and checked in. My mom who was with me called my husband to let him know it was time. He went home to get our things and met me at the hospital.

Since both babies were head down I planned to push these babies out the old fashioned way. I knew I would be getting an epidural because it’s the responsible thing to do with twins because the chances of needing an emergency C are increased. It was after 6pm when all the paper work was complete and the nurse set my IV and monitors for the babies. Now, here is when I get to tell you about how miserable I was. I had carpal tunnel syndrome through the last half of my pregnancy which meant that my hands hurt, badly, all the time. The nurse who placed the IV did it in my hand, since I am not in the medical profession, I did not know that this was a stupid thing she did, she could have placed it in my arm like normal nurses do, but I guess this nurse didn’t bother to think about her patients comfort. Other nurses offered to reset it for me but I hate needles, a lot, I could not deal with the thought of one more needle, so I left it were it was, and suffered…


At 6pm the nurse gave me the medicine to help dilate me, which can also help to start labor. I had to wait two hours before I could eat or drink anything, around midnight a friend brought us dinner, we ate and I went to sleep.

At 4am I woke up in pain from cramps, my contractions were frequent but mild. Apparently even mild contractions are very uncomfortable. All I remember was that I tried all the different labor techniques we learned in our classes to ease the pain. I think these techniques are more of a distraction than a way to actually relive the pain. At 8am the new nurse convinced me it was time for my epidural, another needle. I hate needles, a lot, but compared to the cramps, the needle didn’t even hurt. There was pressure while they were putting it in and it was scary because you can’t move, but I don’t remember feeling any pain from it. Shortly after I got my epidural my contractions stopped, so they gave me pitossin to get them going again, but this made my contractions come too frequently, so they lowered the dosage, then raised it again until the contractions were spaced appropriately for my level of dilation, which was probably a 4 by now, sometime in the early afternoon.

During these many hours I laid in my hospital bed and ate as many ice chips as they would let me, I was so hungry and thirsty! Eventually I began to feel so much pressure that is was excruciatingly painful and I felt like I need to start pushing, but I was only 6 centimeters dilated, no pushing yet. I was in constant pain. They decided to try to reset my epidural, another needle, at this point I would have tried anything, it was uncomfortable to say the least. They re-did my epidural and it helped, but epidurals block pain, not pressure, so I still felt the pain from the pressure of the girls getting lower and lower. Around 6:15pm the nurse checked me again and let me know that I was now dilated only 5cm, I had gone backwards. I had heard of this happening, but only in rare instances and I never imagined that it would happen to me. No one told me why that happen but I would say it was from all the pressure of two little heads trying to exit at the same time that I became swollen. When the nurse told me this news I knew I was having a c-section.

My doctor came in and told me she thought it was the best next step, I agreed, unhappily. I was angry, it was not what I had prepared mentally for, it was not the way I wanted my babies to be born. They prepped me and I was on my way to the operating room in 15 minutes, I was terrified. I hated the operating room, I knew they were cutting me open, I couldn’t see it but I’d watched enough videos to know what it looked like, I was trying to focus on the fact that I was going to meet my babies soon, but I couldn’t focus on anything, except my husband, who although he looked really cute in his scrubs was not very good at staying focused on me. He was too interested in what was going on on the other side of the curtain.

Eventually I heard the doctors voice say here is a baby, it was 7:40 pm someone held her up in a seated position for me to see, she was blue, covered in white with blood all over, her name is Talia.

Then they took her away, and in one minute they lifted another baby over the curtain, it was Jordan, it was 7:41 pm,


she grabbed the curtain and got it all bloody, which was gross but at the same time I’m glad she did that because since they took her away so fast and me being all drugged up it was hard for the to believe that they were really here, but I looked at the blood and remembered her reaching for the curtain and knew that they were really here. They brought them to me one by one for me to kiss their little cheeks, they were so tiny.



In the recovery room I watched as they gave them thier first baths, they let me hold someone, I think it was Talia and try to breastfeed. Then they took us all to our family room where all the granparents and my sister were waiting to meet the babies.

That night was a complete blur. I have photos that I remember it by, but all I really remember was the leg massagers they put on my legs to keep me from getting blood clots. We let them keep the babies in the nursery that night and the nurses brought them back during the day. I was in a lot of pain, it was hard to move much. It took me about a month to be able to move around comfortably like I could before I was pregnant. And even now six months later I still have soreness in my hands at times, aches in my legs and numbness in my knees. I’m not sure if these things will ever completely go away but I’m ok with it because all these little things that my body did made it possible for use to have two healthy beautiful baby girls.


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  1. Evey permalink
    May 3, 2012

    Beautiful!! Good Work!! They do like they are delightful happy babies! Love, Evey

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