I feel like I should start off my blogging journey by telling the story of our twins, my pregnancy, and of course labor and delivery.
So I’ll start with- yes, twins do run in my family, however, it skipped 5 generations to get to me! Mi tatarabuela (great-great-grandmother) was a twin. I also have third cousins that are twins. Needless to say, I had no idea who my tatarabuela was and never guessed that she was a twin.
Michael & I never would’ve expected to be pregnant with twins. It wasn’t even a blip on our radar. My sister- in- law’s husband is a twin and we would always joke about how she was afraid of being pregnant with twins. I guess the jokes on us!
At my first appointment, 8 weeks pregnant, the nurse began the ultrasound and immediately noticed we were having twins… we definitely thought the nurse was joking and asked her to double check. She replied saying “we don’t joke about these things” and 1,000 thoughts immediately ran through my head. How were we going to survive with two babies?! Feed them?! Teach them?! How would I be able to love them equally?! Go back to work full time?! My mind was flooded with emotions, thoughts, questions, doubts.. I began to pray. And instantly felt this peace. Like no peace I’ve ever found. It was going to be alright.
We got to take home the first picture of our precious miracles.
Michael was deployed for the entire pregnancy. Having to go to every appointment without my rock was difficult. I would look at other couples sitting in the waiting room being together and it made me miss Michael even more. At times I wish he was there for the ultrasounds, to see how they grew, to always have that experience, but most of the time I am grateful for the moments when he is here and gets to love on them ALL OF THE TIME!
I am honestly so lucky to have had a great pregnancy. No diabetes, no swelling, no early contractions or pre-term labor. It was amazing and I am forever grateful because I know that it is not the norm.
Fast forward to labor and delivery. At 32 weeks, I began going in twice a week for stress tests. Everything went great until Thursday, February 25, 2016. It was around 6 am and I went to the bathroom. I didn’t think anything of it because I had been using the bathroom every 5 minutes for about 3 weeks now!!! As I looked down, a huge brownish looking mucus came out of me. In my half asleep demeanor, I woke up Michael and asked him to come look because I couldn’t even tell what the heck it was. We googled everything while I was on the phone with labor and delivery. It was my mucus plug. No contractions. No pain. Just the beginning. I coincidentally had an OB appointment that morning and decided to wait and see how things were progressing. I was 3 cm and was sent home and was told if I wanted to have them that day, I needed to walk for a couple hours and come back to check for progression.
Nothing. Nada. Zip for another 4 days. Monday came and I had another OB appointment. I was 4 cm! Wooohooooo! Things were progressing, slowly, but progressing. My anxiety started to peak! I wanted to meet Santiago and Sofia so bad.
Tuesday, March 1. At around 7 am I felt liquid all through my leg, I instantly thought my water broke! Contractions weren’t consistent so I decided to wait it out. Walked a little. Drank a lot of water. Sat on a stability ball- because you know… it’s supposed to work! At around 3 pm my contractions started coming quicker and stronger. We decided to head to labor and delivery.
We got to labor and delivery and a resident examined me. I let her know that I thought my water had broken that morning, but waited because my contractions weren’t consistent. She tested my amniotic fluid for the pH level because she couldn’t detect any fluid either. So I was admitted. I was 36 weeks and 5 days. The babies were still considered premature. I was advised to get a steroid shot to help develop their lungs since they were still considered premature. So I did. I also received Pitocin. Pitocin sucks. I was still 4 cm so the intention was that the Pitocin would escalate things. After I received the epidural it was about 7 pm.
By morning I was at 5 cm. Everything was dragging and I was starting to get worried! Throughout the night the doctor increased my Pitocin level to 16, I could feel every contraction and it was so uncomfortable. I also had to have a “peanut ball” to help widen my cervix. Can these babies come already???!! Santiago, who was baby A was already +2 station, you can feel his head by barely sticking in your fingers. I was so ready, but my body just wasn’t registering it. I didn’t understand it then, but with twins, at 36 weeks– it just wasn’t going to happen naturally, at least for me it wasn’t.
By 1 pm on Wednesday, March 2, I was only 6 cm. Almost 24 hours had passed since my water broke. My OB was on call and came to examine me… she felt my water! I couldn’t believe it. I was so disappointed and frustrated but wanted my babies healthy. My OB knew how much I wanted to deliver naturally and gave me two more hours to dilate. Unfortunately, I didn’t dilate past 6 cm. I was going to have a C Section. I immediately began to cry in fear of the unknown.
The C Section was quick. They pulled Santiago out by 3:46 he was perfect. The moment I heard him cry my eyes flooded with tears. My son was born
They were ready to pull Sofia out immediately. As the nurses rushed to grab her, the unthinkable happened. Sofia wasn’t breathing. She was purple and stiff. Michael quickly stopped taking photos and rushed to her side. After what seemed the longest two minutes of our lives she began to let out a faint cry. The nurses began to rub her to get her blood flowing. Sofia was born!
Since this post was way longer than I expected, although I feel it was much needed, for me, for peace, for comfort, I would love to write a post on what I brought to the hospital and how we survived a week stay!
I’d love to hear any thoughts, tips, suggestions.
Thanks for reading.
Lots of love happiness and joy, always!