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My twin birth story was unlike most birth stories.

When I say most birth stories- I am comparing to the ones I have heard from friends and family, or seen on TV. Mine was nothing like those. But a huge factor in that is the fact that I had twins.

Twin pregnancy is an entirely different game it seems like than a regular singleton (one baby) pregnancy. You always have to be on your toes watching for symptoms of possible complications, the pregnancy in general is a lot harder on your body, and you’ll worry the entire pregnancy about delivering too early.

I don’t want to get all ‘poor me’ here- but my pregnancy SUCKED. And to top it all off- it was my first pregnancy. So now I am not too keen about having any other children. I love my little twinkies past the stars, but there is no part of me that wants to experience that ever again.

I was swollen from head to toe (so much I couldn’t fit in any of mine OR my husbands shoes), I gained weight like crazy, my heartburn felt like my insides were on broil, and then to end it all I got really, really sick.

Getting sick is why I want to share my birth story.

By getting sick, I was on hospital bedrest with 24 hour monitoring for four weeks before my doctor said it was go time. Getting sick is what lead me to delivering my twins at 32 weeks.

As scary as it was in the moment for me, I want to share with other mommas out there, especially twins mommas, because risks in pregnancy are real. And I want you to read first hand about my experience (and happy ending) for some hope.

Keep reading for the first of my three part series about my twin birth story. I should warn you though, you are in for a lot of truth, feelings and laughter.

My Twin Birth Story (Part #1)

I’m going to start at the very beginning- leaving work on Friday, August 11th.

I left work early that day to go to my 28 week check up. I was actually 29 weeks at the time, but I had to reschedule the appointment from the week prior (probably just because I wasn’t feeling up to driving to the appointment).

Anyways, I had a great drive to the appointment. It was lunch time and I was hungry, but I told myself to wait. Big mistake. But my plan was to go to Mcdonald’s on the way home and get a large meal with a McFlurry and hang out on the couch for the rest of the night.

Oh how things change.

I didn’t have many changes over the past couple weeks, so I just assumed my appointment would be a quick fifteen or so minutes and I would be on my way. That is how things were looking up until the end of my appointment.

On my doctors way out, he asked a nurse to recheck my blood pressure because he said it was a little high. It must have just been an after thought for him because he didn’t mention anything during our fifteen minutes of catching up. But I am so glad that he asked for a re-check.

I felt fine. As fine as a 29 week pregnant with twins momma can be! I was out of breath, super swollen, and needed twenty naps. But I was as okay as I had been.

But when my nurse re-checked my BP, it was even higher than when I first sat down. It was 160/105. In the pregnancy world (especially twin pregnancy) that means something is wrong. Way wrong.

My doctor didn’t tell me what the BP was at the time, I found out afterwards. All he told me was that I wasn’t going home today. Everything was going to be just fine, but I wasn’t going home.

So there I sat, 29 weeks pregnant, thinking the absolute worst.

My nurse brought in a wheelchair and said she was going to take me down to Labor and Delivery for some tests. Oh god. I started to lose it so fast. I was shaking so much I could barely get from the table to the chair without assistance.

On our way to L&D, I tried calling my husband but he was at work. So I texted him asking him to come to the hospital after work because something was wrong. Vague, I know, but it got his attention. I also tried to make small talk with the nurses because I was freaking out and needed some stabilization.

I ended up getting wheeled all the way to the bed I was going to be monitored in. Once in the room, my nurse asked me to put a gown on and lay down. At that point I got onto my phone to see if Chris had texted me back, but I didn’t have any service!

I could only image what Chris was thinking at that time if he was trying to call me. But I got onto the hospitals WIFI and emailed him (so 21st century, I know).

While I waited for Chris to respond, multiple nurses came in and out of my room checking different vitals, making me pee in a cup, and everyone had a weird look on their face.

As if they knew something that they couldn’t tell me. 

I was hooked up to some monitors after they were done checking my vitals so that they could monitor the babies. Hearing their little heartbeats put my anxious self at ease.

They ended up giving me the biggest water bottle I have ever seen and told me to drink drink drink. So I sat there and watched the wedding episode of Friends and waited for Chris to get there.

While I was waiting all I could hear were the beeps that represented the twins heart beats and that helped keep me calm. I miss that sound. I also dreamed of McDonald’s french fries. Jeez, I was SO hungry at that point and my pregnant self needed some dang fatty salted goodness!

About a half hour later, Chris walked in, followed by my nurse and a doctor. By the looks on everyone’s faces, I knew something was up.

The doctor told me that she would like to keep me over night for evaluation because my tests came back abnormal. And by abnormal- she was thinking I had developed pre-eclampsia. At the time, I didn’t know much about pre-e, other than you DO NOT want to be the person that gets it while pregnant.

But there I was, hearing that I might just be that one.

Chris and I agreed to stay the night for testing and I was officially admitted into L&D. I was transferred into room 303, which ended up being my home for the next four and a half weeks.

Check out the next post, part #2, here.