Pregnancy, labor and delivery by c-section

Here it is. A picture of my stomach right before I delivered. Its not a pretty sight and I swore no one would even see this, but I'm trying to keep it real.



Let me just say that pregnancy was awful. During my first trimester you would usually find me sitting on the toilet crying. I was sick in the mornings. I was sick in the evenings. Lets face it, I was sick almost all day long. I only threw up once, but that doesn't mean my morning sickness was mild.

Second trimester was wonderful! I felt good. I could sleep. I wasn't tired. Due to not having insurance we didn't find out we were having twins until I was at week 18. And I was happy. Yes happy. I felt good, I wasn't heavy yet and I had two little miracles inside me.

Then came the dreaded third trimester. When you have twins your third trimester starts at about week 20. I lost sight of things a lot. We went in for ultra sounds all the time and what was once the most joyous thing in the world was now just a blob that was making me miserable. I never attached to the babies movements. People told me that there was nothing like feeling that life move inside you, but it didn't feel like life moving inside me. It didn't seem like a miracle. It just seemed kind of normal.

I wanted those babies out. I never though of the hardships of having them come early. It never worried me. I just figured they would be OK. I mean they were always OK. I went in for stress tests and ultra sounds all the time, and the babies were always OK.

I pushed through till week 34. I had finally made it to the pregnancy milestone where they would just let me go into labor if it happened. At first I thought, "When I get to week 34 I'm going to ask to be induced."

But I convinced myself to hang in there for another week, and than another, and than another. I had contractions all the time. They would build for 3 hours and than they would stop and I would just cry. I wasn't dilating. I couldn't believe that those contractions weren't even helping me to dilate. They were just making me miserable. I was tired, but I couldn't sleep. I didn't want to sleep. I wanted to be in labor! My husband and I tried all the inducing labor tips. Mostly in hopes that I would at least dilate. The doctors told me they would induce me if I made it to week 38, but at week 36 I finally asked if I could be induced. I know I only had 2 more weeks to go, but when you're pregnant 1 week is an eternity and 2 is unbearable. When I went to the doctor to ask, I ended up getting tested for Pre-eclampsia. They induced me later that week.

I was in labor for 16 hours, and I was actually fine. I had the epideral, and I was just calm and relaxed. I was there and it was going to happen, so I didn't care. Around 6:45 on the morning of March 25 they decided to send me in for a c-section because my temp was up and the babies were under stress. I was scared to be going in for surgery, but to be honest it didn't bother me. It was kind of what I wanted. The worst part of it is that you're just lying on this table, half naked and it's cold. It is so cold.

They pulled the babies out and I heard them cry and I just started to cry. They were there, they were real, and I knew them even though I had never met them.

I think my recovery is probably the best case scenario. It went very smoothly. I have no complaints about labor and delivery. And those first few days with my boys were wonderful.