Smidget
07-03-2006, 08:40 AM
I spent 5 weeks with my family in Connecticut because my grandmother was dying of cancer, and this meant 5 weeks away from my husband. While up there, i ran out of birth control pills. When my grandmother died and my husband came up, we decided to take our chances figuring we'd be OK. I mean I got my period the day gramma died (which was also 2 days after my birthday) and had an appointment the next week to get a refill on my BC. Not to mention I only took the pills like every other day anyway and had never gotten pregnant before...and I figured having been on BC for like 8 years it would take forever to get pregnant anyway...
Boy were we wrong! I got the refill on my BC (it was too early to show up in a urine test when they tested me at the Dr.) and was patiently waiting for my next period to come so I could start it again, but it never came. I took a pregnancy test, like I have done so many times before, expecting nothing but a false alarm. It was one of those digital ones with the words, and when the word "pregnant" popped up almost immediately, I was stunned! I actually asked myself where the "not" was that was supposed to be in front of it...I was sure it was wrong.
I had been after my husband for like 2 years to get pregnant, but now I was terrified for some reason. I couldn't even wait for him to get home from work. I called him at work and told him the test was positive and to pick up a second one on his way home. Needless to say, that was positive too. This was all on December 14, not even a month after my last period started...we found out really early! So I quit smoking and drinking coffee, and am really excited...I just know I'm having a girl and can't wait till my first ultrasound at 12 weeks.
Well ultrasound day gets here and I have all these awful thoughts running through my mind like what if its ectopic, or what if i have that thing where I have all the symptoms of pregnancy but there's no baby...so I'm freaking out when I go in. So when the tech says "Uh, Christina?" I'm thinking "I SWEAR those tests were positive...I'm really pregnant right?" LOL - boy was I ever. She was like "there's two" and I cried tears of horror. Never in a million years did I think I'd ever have twins. It runs in my family apparently, but I had no idea before this! Of course my husband was ecstatic, but I was terrified for the rest of the visit. It really didn't sink in till they called me to make an appointment with a high-risk specialist that I would be seeing.
So I got over my initial shock and terror and couldn't wait to find out what we were having. I had begun spotting at 16 weeks and freaked out, so I called the doctor and they had me come in for an ultrasound. Everything was fine, and I found out we were having twin girls (which is what I REALLY wanted, so I was happy). My husband was disappointed at first because he wanted at least one boy, but now he just can't wait to meet his girls...
Ever since 16 weeks everything went fine...no problems at all. The doctors were all really impressed with how well I was doing and how the girls were growing. At one point early in my pregnancy they had told me there was no way i would make it past 34-35 weeks, and I was hopefully going to prove them wrong! They even let me travel to CT at 29 weeks for my baby shower. Thank god I did it then, because the next weekend I was back home, I started having contractions. They weren't bad, and I wasn't really worried, but I wasn't sure when I should be worried, so I called the Dr. who sent me to the hospital. They sent me back home and said to come back if they got to be more than 6 in an hour, which they haven't yet.
A week later I wake up in a puddle of wetness and am terrified that my water broke at 30 weeks and 4 days, so again I go to the hospital, where they again tell me I am fine and nothing is happening. I still don't know what it was...I woke up with a full bladder, so I know I didn't wet myself...I dunno. Anyway, at this point the doctor decides to put me on bedrest. But not actual bedrest, i just can't be on my feet. I'm basically just confined to the couch.
I was on "couch-rest" for six weeks, because the doctors decided that if I go into labor after 35 weeks then they'll let me have the girls, but they prefered 36 weeks. I took it easy though because I wanted them to get as big as possible before I had them...I dreaded leaving them in the NICU when I went home or something, although I would if they needed it. So after 36 weeks we started trying to make me go into labor because i was absolutely miserable, but NOTHING worked! i even thought i was in labor once at about 37 weeks, when i was having contractions every 4 minutes and they were what i thought at the time was really bad, but no, i was just a bit dehydrated.
I was very hopeful that I could have both my girls with no surgery and no drugs, all natural. I was even hoping that I could have them breech if that's how they were presenting, as long as they were not in distress. I felt that as long as both babies were OK, I should not try to change the way I always imagined myself giving birth simply because there's two. If their health comes into play, I'd do whatever it took for them to be born healthy, don't get me wrong, but I just didn't see two babies as a reason to immediately go for a C-Section or whatever. Not knocking anyone else, that's just me.
Well, my babies had other plans! At my 37 week appointment, we had an ultrasound to see how the babies were presenting and to schedule either an induction or c-section accordingly. Unfortunately for my plans, both babies were breech. So we scheduled a C-Section for August 10. And I made it until then. Never dilated, never went into labor, nothing. Just showed up for surgery one day and had babies a few hours later! But that's a whole other story, so check out my birth experience for that one!
Boy were we wrong! I got the refill on my BC (it was too early to show up in a urine test when they tested me at the Dr.) and was patiently waiting for my next period to come so I could start it again, but it never came. I took a pregnancy test, like I have done so many times before, expecting nothing but a false alarm. It was one of those digital ones with the words, and when the word "pregnant" popped up almost immediately, I was stunned! I actually asked myself where the "not" was that was supposed to be in front of it...I was sure it was wrong.
I had been after my husband for like 2 years to get pregnant, but now I was terrified for some reason. I couldn't even wait for him to get home from work. I called him at work and told him the test was positive and to pick up a second one on his way home. Needless to say, that was positive too. This was all on December 14, not even a month after my last period started...we found out really early! So I quit smoking and drinking coffee, and am really excited...I just know I'm having a girl and can't wait till my first ultrasound at 12 weeks.
Well ultrasound day gets here and I have all these awful thoughts running through my mind like what if its ectopic, or what if i have that thing where I have all the symptoms of pregnancy but there's no baby...so I'm freaking out when I go in. So when the tech says "Uh, Christina?" I'm thinking "I SWEAR those tests were positive...I'm really pregnant right?" LOL - boy was I ever. She was like "there's two" and I cried tears of horror. Never in a million years did I think I'd ever have twins. It runs in my family apparently, but I had no idea before this! Of course my husband was ecstatic, but I was terrified for the rest of the visit. It really didn't sink in till they called me to make an appointment with a high-risk specialist that I would be seeing.
So I got over my initial shock and terror and couldn't wait to find out what we were having. I had begun spotting at 16 weeks and freaked out, so I called the doctor and they had me come in for an ultrasound. Everything was fine, and I found out we were having twin girls (which is what I REALLY wanted, so I was happy). My husband was disappointed at first because he wanted at least one boy, but now he just can't wait to meet his girls...
Ever since 16 weeks everything went fine...no problems at all. The doctors were all really impressed with how well I was doing and how the girls were growing. At one point early in my pregnancy they had told me there was no way i would make it past 34-35 weeks, and I was hopefully going to prove them wrong! They even let me travel to CT at 29 weeks for my baby shower. Thank god I did it then, because the next weekend I was back home, I started having contractions. They weren't bad, and I wasn't really worried, but I wasn't sure when I should be worried, so I called the Dr. who sent me to the hospital. They sent me back home and said to come back if they got to be more than 6 in an hour, which they haven't yet.
A week later I wake up in a puddle of wetness and am terrified that my water broke at 30 weeks and 4 days, so again I go to the hospital, where they again tell me I am fine and nothing is happening. I still don't know what it was...I woke up with a full bladder, so I know I didn't wet myself...I dunno. Anyway, at this point the doctor decides to put me on bedrest. But not actual bedrest, i just can't be on my feet. I'm basically just confined to the couch.
I was on "couch-rest" for six weeks, because the doctors decided that if I go into labor after 35 weeks then they'll let me have the girls, but they prefered 36 weeks. I took it easy though because I wanted them to get as big as possible before I had them...I dreaded leaving them in the NICU when I went home or something, although I would if they needed it. So after 36 weeks we started trying to make me go into labor because i was absolutely miserable, but NOTHING worked! i even thought i was in labor once at about 37 weeks, when i was having contractions every 4 minutes and they were what i thought at the time was really bad, but no, i was just a bit dehydrated.
I was very hopeful that I could have both my girls with no surgery and no drugs, all natural. I was even hoping that I could have them breech if that's how they were presenting, as long as they were not in distress. I felt that as long as both babies were OK, I should not try to change the way I always imagined myself giving birth simply because there's two. If their health comes into play, I'd do whatever it took for them to be born healthy, don't get me wrong, but I just didn't see two babies as a reason to immediately go for a C-Section or whatever. Not knocking anyone else, that's just me.
Well, my babies had other plans! At my 37 week appointment, we had an ultrasound to see how the babies were presenting and to schedule either an induction or c-section accordingly. Unfortunately for my plans, both babies were breech. So we scheduled a C-Section for August 10. And I made it until then. Never dilated, never went into labor, nothing. Just showed up for surgery one day and had babies a few hours later! But that's a whole other story, so check out my birth experience for that one!