I wasn’t sure if I’d get to write a post this week. But as it’s Saturday morning and there’s no sign of the twins arriving yet, I thought I’d do a quick post!
There’s not that much to report, other than I’m very pleased to be able to say that we got to full term! Friday was the start of 37 weeks, which is the official day that any baby is no longer classed as premature if they are born on or after it. I think this is quite an achievement for twins, who tend to come earlier on average than singletons. I do think that ironically the sickness has helped us – I’ve had to rest loads to keep it at bay, and I think rest is one factor that helps a twin pregnancy get to term. I am, however, still looking forward to delivering those placentas and being able to eat and drink normally again!
I’m very grateful this week that Tom’s parents have been here for half term. We thought they may be needed to look after the boys at any point if the twins arrived, but instead it’s been lovely for me to just take some time for me and rest some more. I have done a few things with them, like swimming and a visit to the Botanical Gardens (which are nearer to the hospital than our house!), but mainly they have taken the boys out to places of interest further away like the Think Tank and RAF Cosford whilst I stayed at home.
I was supposed to hear from the hospital this week to confirm the elective c-section date and pre-op appointment. I haven’t heard anything, so I’m guessing there’s been some kind of admin slip up. As I’m not that keen on having an elective c-section until we’ve waited a bit longer anyway, I haven’t gone out of my way to chase them. If I’ve had no signs of labour by Monday, I will chase it up and probably try to set a date for Friday (38 weeks). Maybe this is a sign that we won’t need the elective c-section anyway?!
So we’re still waiting, but we must be very near the end now! I am still fairly confident that they will come spontaneously this week if we give them chance until the end of the week. If I say it often enough, it has to be true, surely?
After an uneventful few weeks of plodding on, this week has seen quite a bit of action. No arrival of twins though!
Over the weekend I noticed in my home monitoring of blood pressure that it was starting to rise a little. Still it was within normal range, but until that point it had been so consistently on the low to average side, so I kept an eye on it. The doctors had always said in all our chats earlier in pregnancy about blood pressure that it’s quite normal for it to rise in the third trimester, particularly with twins, and have trusted me to go in and see them if it got to the threshold of being too high. By Monday morning it had indeed just breached that threshold, so I went in to triage – thanks to my mum for keeping me company and to my dad for looking after the boys. In hindsight, I think some of the rise was down to me worrying that it had suddenly risen a little, even though I know this is normal, and the trouble with that is the worry makes my BP rise even more.
I hadn’t been sleeping so well for a few nights, partly being so warm, and partly because it’s uncomfortable lying down, even with extra pillows (which add to the warmth!) So by Monday morning I was just very fed up, tired, and worried about what might be happening. Would it be the start of preeclampsia and therefore I’d have to stay in hospital until they’re born, and would that completely scupper our chances of a spontaneous vaginal delivery? The midwife who saw me in triage was lovely, very reassuring and understanding of my white coat hypertension. She fixed me up on a foetal heart rate monitor – complete with two sensors 😉 and took some blood and urine samples. Everything was fine, with no signs of preeclampsia (no protein in the urine, liver and kidney function normal from blood tests). That in itself made me feel better. So basically it just seemed to be a bit of late pregnancy induced hypertension, not helped by my worry, which should be controllable with a drug.
The midwife did warn me though that the doctor would probably want to keep me in overnight just to check that the drug would indeed stabilise my BP. And that’s what he said when we saw him. I recognised him as the consultant who did my first scan at the hospital to check that I had two placentas. So I was admitted, first to the delivery suite, which was slightly unnerving, because I didn’t think there was any kind of rush to deliver that day! But it turned out that was down to staff ratios – they wanted me to have a couple of hours of one to one midwife care to check the drug was having an effect, before moving me up to the antenatal ward where they only do obs about every 4 hours. They also suggested it was a good idea for me to have a steroid injection at that point – this is to help the babies’ lungs mature a little more before birth, and is often given to mums who may end up delivering early for whatever reason, apparently it’s common for twin mums to have it, though at the end of 35 weeks, our babies should be pretty mature by now.
Thankfully I did respond well to the drug (which I knew from before), and I was moved up to the antenatal ward just before tea time. It was absolutely sweltering up there – the sun was coming directly through the window next to my bed and creating a hot greenhouse effect, with only a small openable window available. After tea it appeared to be “foetal monitoring hour”, and everyone in the room got strapped up to a machine. The sound of various heart beats going all at once, including two from us, was quite an experience!
The ward seemed to be quite a mixed bag of ladies in terms of what we were in for. Two in my room were clearly there as the start of induction. As I tried to get some sleep later into the evening, it became clear to me that one of them was dilating much more quickly than the staff realised, which is what happened in my labour with Andrew, as all I could hear were her screams with each contraction. This was not exactly helping me sleep or keep my blood pressure down! I felt like shouting over to get her down to delivery! Eventually they did, with what sounded like not much time to spare. I think I got a bit of sleep once she was gone, but it really wasn’t the best environment to spend the night. The night shift midwife did, however, help direct a cool breeze from the window on to my back when I asked for a fan but there were none left for me.
In the morning I saw a doctor, who was lovely and agreed that I didn’t need to be in hospital if I was monitoring at home, and my BP had been stable overnight so was clearly responding to the drug. She wanted me to have some repeat blood tests just to check again for preeclampsia, and a few more obs in the day, but I needed to wait around until the afternoon anyway, to have the second of the two standard steroid injections 24 hours after I’d had the first. All was fine during the day, so I got home that evening after a rather chaotic discharge. I enjoyed a long sleep in my own bed that night! The next day my BP was consistently low, lower than it had been even in the second trimester, but I’m happy to take the small dose of drug and deal with low BP for the sake of only another week or two.
Then the following day I was due to have our final growth scan anyway, so I was back at the hospital for that and clinic. All was well at the scan. The twins are continuing to grow well and at a similar rate. They are still average size for gestation, and there’s about a 5% difference in size between them. Estimated weights are currently about 5 1/2 lbs each, though as I’ve said before, this has to be taken with quite a pinch of salt because scans aren’t always that accurate in this respect. It does seem plausible from my point of view, because I look/feel much bigger than I did with 7,11 lbs and 7,9 lbs worth of baby in there before! Unfortunately twin 1 is still breech, though twin 2 is head down. This may make delivery more complicated, if he/she doesn’t turn in time. And I have to say there seems so little room in there now from what I could see on the blurry scan!
In clinic I saw the same consultant as last time. We chatted a bit about BP, which was of course high in clinic, but she commented that I’ve now proven that I will go in if I’m concerned, so I’ve definitely won their trust in me on that one now! She was happy that it’s under control and I know what to do if I see changes again.
The conversation about birth options was pretty much the same as last time. If they come spontaneously in the next week or so, and if everything goes as fast and smoothly as before, then the doctors/midwives at the hospital are experienced enough to assist me with a breech vaginal delivery. I just need to go straight in at any sign of labour and we would assess from there the best course of action depending on how labour progresses. If I quickly get to full dilation then there’s no point working against nature and doing a c-section just to pull a baby back up and through my abdomen! Of course if there are concerns about it not going quickly and smoothly then they would recommend an emergency c-section.
However, if they don’t come spontaneously soon, I need to make a choice as to how to proceed. She suggested that we book in an elective c-section date now, so we know it’s there if needed, and if not then great. I’m waiting to hear exactly when this is, but it should be on Monday 5th June or soon after as that was her request, depending on availability. This is half way through week 37. She did make clear that it is entirely my choice, I don’t have to follow her advice, I could decide to delay, but the risk of stillbirth increases beyond the end of 37 weeks, so it would mean daily trips to the hospital for monitoring if I wanted to wait it out for a spontaneous labour and possible turn of twin 1. Having looked at the stats myself, the increased risk of stillbirth is there, though it’s still not very high at all, so depending on how I’m feeling by then, I may decide to wait it out, though I’m not sure what my BP would do if I spent an hour or two at the hospital every day!
If twin 1 does turn to be head down, then I would be able to opt for an induction rather than c-section, they just don’t do this for a twin 1 breech presentation, because that’s too high a risk of complications, which I can totally understand. She did say that I would be offered a presentation scan on the morning of the elective c-section, to check their final positions before going ahead, and if twin 1 had turned then I could indeed opt for induction that day instead.
Although I would rather avoid a c-section in terms of recovery, I think this seems like a reasonable and sensible plan for now. I’m still hoping and praying that it’ll all happen quickly and safely like when the boys were born and I won’t have time to think about it, I’ll just get on with it! But I think it’s a good idea to think about the alternatives in advance and be prepared for them. So it’s still a waiting game, and a rather hot one at that.
It’s been another uneventful week really. I have a little spiel prepared for when people ask me how long I’ve got to go, which happens a lot as the bump is so huge! Not that we know exactly how long there is left, and I’m very grateful to have got to the start of 35 weeks, because whenever they are born now, they should be big and strong enough to not need much (if any) special care.
I’ve become famous at the local swimming pool, where I’m keen to do some gentle non-weight-bearing exercise to keep me moving whilst I feel so big – the staff refer to me affectionately as the twins lady. Mums in the school playground and at toddler groups seem impressed that I’m still going, but life has to go on with older children. That’s not to say I’m not resting loads too though, it’s still a balancing act to get the rest to activity ratio right.
This week Tom and I had a recap on the list of names we’d come up with as possibilities a couple of months ago. During each pregnancy with the boys, we decided on a boy’s name and a girl’s name (first and middle name for each) and said that unless we really felt it wasn’t right when they were born, that’s what we’d use. And so we did. We decided not to tell anyone our girl option, in case we wanted to use it in future. This time we started trying to decide on various combinations of names, but quickly came to the conclusion that it was actually quite tricky – there are so many factors to take into account this time. For example, they’ve got to sound good as a pair, they’ve got to go with the boys’ names as a four, they’ve got to suit our surname, we both have to agree on them (and although we have similar ideas of what we like, we don’t always totally agree on individual names).
So instead we thought it best to wait until after they are born, and at least then we’ll know their sex, before making decisions. This cuts down on the possible combinations that we have to prepare in advance. It also seems much more laid back than we were previously! We do have a list of boy names and a list of girl names to work from, so it won’t all be from scratch. They are stored on Tom’s phone, so we’ll definitely have them in hospital with us. Basically, don’t expect our first announcement to contain names, these will probably follow a few days later. They will still be known as Thing 1 and Thing 2 for a while outside the womb.
To finish, I thought I’d just write a bit about rainbows. As you probably know if you follow the blog or are friends with me on Facebook, these twins will be born following the miscarriage I had in July last year. The term “rainbow baby” is now popular for a baby born after a previous loss. The idea is that the new baby is a bright and positive thing to happen after the pain and difficulty of the storm. It doesn’t mean the rain has gone completely, but it does offer a glimpse of hope for the future. As a Christian, a rainbow also symbolises to me God’s promise that he will never leave us through difficult times. In the Bible, we read how a rainbow was given in the sky to Noah and family after the great flood, as a sign of God keeping his covenant, or promise, with His people that He would never again send such devastation in response to their turning away from Him.
Last year was really hard for us, and I still get upset writing about our baby whom we never got to meet, but when I think of these two rainbow babies, I trust that God has a plan far bigger than I can ever understand, and that He is always with us, in the hard and the happy times. I don’t often see double rainbows in the sky in this country, but I did see one in the week I did a test for this pregnancy. I was sat watching Andrew’s tennis lesson, the nausea had just started a few days before and I was beginning to wonder if I was pregnant again. The kids playing tennis pointed to the sky behind where I was sat, so I looked around and saw an amazingly clear double rainbow. In hindsight this was a brilliant sign, though it was only weeks later that I saw the significance of double! I didn’t get chance to take a photo, because soon afterwards it started pouring with rain, so we all had to gather inside the club hut to keep dry. I did, however, get to take a photo of the other double rainbow that I’ve seen in this pregnancy – this one was in the second trimester when we knew about the twins. It was a lovely reminder, on a difficult day when I was lying feeling very sick and tired on the sofa, that this will all be worth it. And that’s something I have to remind myself of quite often as the weeks go on and I get more fed up of feeling sick.
There’s not been much to report this week. As I wrote at the end of last week, I’m trying to get the right balance between resting and keeping active.
I am getting lots of comments from people I see regularly saying how well I look and how big the bump is getting. I don’t feel particularly well but glad I come across as not looking as rough as I feel. I do feel like my body is very out of proportion with the bump being all at the front – people say I don’t look pregnant from the back. It’s hard to believe it will get any bigger, like how is that physically possible?! But I have seen photos of twin mums who got to 39/40 weeks whose bodies look like they are defying the laws of physics by not just toppling forward. It must be a huge strain on the back, though I don’t have any pain there, yet.
My hospital bag is now completely packed and ready to go whenever. I think we have everything sorted at home, and we have car seats sorted to bring them home in. We got some lovely new hand knitted cardigans this week from Tom’s aunt in very small sizes, so those have gone into the hospital bag. I’m not convinced they need to be wrapped up loads in the boiling hospital, especially in May/June, but better to have them in case any staff insist. I’d rather do skin to skin with them for temperature regulation, but I guess this may be harder with twins if they have different needs.
The one thing that I’d still like to get but haven’t actually bought yet is two sets of milestone cards. I’ve become aware of these since the boys were born, and I think they’re a great idea to easily record developmental and age milestones with a photo. So for example, at 1 month old you take a photo of the babies with a card saying “I’m one month old today”, and then I can go back later and make an album easily without having to remember how old they were on a particular date. I was going to get a twin set – they say “we are….” instead of “I am….” – but actually I’ve decided that two sets in different colours will be better, in case the twins are difficult to tell apart, particularly if they are identical or just look very similar as babies. When we look back at the photos we will definitely have a way to tell who’s who if we assign them a colour of card from the start. I’ve heard some twin mums say that they can’t always tell who’s who in early photos! There are some lovely sets of cards on Etsy, I just need to decide which ones to get.
After the chat I had with a consultant about birth options last week, I decided to write a birth “plan”. I wasn’t sure whether to do this because I’m not entirely convinced that the word “plan” can be used next to the word “birth” – there are so many permutations of what could happen that it’s pretty impossible to predict entirely how it will happen. However, having read the Positive Birth Book, Milli (the author) convinced me that it is worth doing and showing to your care providers. She actually says it’s more like “birth plans”, so A and B, and even C, D, E etc. A is how your perfect birth would go, the others are contingency plans. I see it more like a list of desirable points, which express my general wishes for how I and the babies are to be treated, as far as possible depending on the circumstances we find ourselves in. I’ve written a list of desirable points for option A – vaginal birth, and for option B – c-section. I’ve also been through it with Tom, though he knew most of it already, so he can be ready to advocate for me/us if necessary. It will be interesting to see if the babies have turned to be head down by the next scan in a couple of weeks, if they haven’t arrived by then anyway!
This week we had another growth scan and clinic appointment. It was lovely to see the babies again, it’s reassuring to know they’re OK in there, even though I do feel them move lots anyway. They are getting so big that it’s really hard to make anything out on screen, unless you’re a trained sonographer and know what you’re looking for. She pointed out a few things to me and I nodded with a kind of “if you say so” smile.
The main thing is they are growing nicely. Both are still around average size, one slightly longer than the other, meaning their estimated weights are slightly more different from each other than last time with a 10% difference. They are estimated to be around 4-4.5 lbs each, though as I wrote before, scanning at this gestation can be quite inaccurate so these stats have to be taken with a relatively large pinch of salt. There’s a good amount of amniotic fluid around them in each sac, and the placentas look healthy and well positioned at the back of the womb. Their cord blood flow rate is healthy, and they are both very active at scans – all the sonographers that I’ve seen have remarked on this! We produce very active kids it seems. I think it’s for this reason that they have moved position between every scan, never staying in the same place.
Unfortunately their positions are slightly less favourable than at the last scan (where twin 1 was transverse with head nearer the cervix than bottom, and twin 2 was head down). This time twin 1 was properly breech (bottom sitting on the neck of the womb by the cervix!) and twin 2 was transverse, with their heads together near my ribs. Whilst it’s lovely that they have their heads together, I’d rather that their heads were near the cervix. The sonographer said there was still time to turn, and since they’ve turned lots already, I have some reassurance that this is possible. I was slightly dreading then talking to the doctor in clinic about where we would go from here in terms of birth plans. However, it turned out to be a very positive conversation.
I saw a consultant who I haven’t seen before. She seemed very laid back from the start. The usual blood pressure conversation was short, she checked that my machine read high, which it did, and joked with me about there always being one who had white coat hypertension. Then we moved on to how I’d like the babies to be born. I said that I was hoping for a vaginal birth, because I’d had very fast and easy births with my singletons, but that I understood their current positions weren’t very favourable for a vaginal birth.
To my surprise, she then said that if I go into spontaneous labour and I dilate as quickly as, or more quickly than, previous labours, they would be happy to support me in a breech vaginal birth. After I nearly fell off my chair in shock, I replied with something like “oh really! Er… um…. thank you!” When I had previously talked to a registrar about this at our first twin clinic appointment, he said that twin 1 would have to be head down if I wanted a vaginal birth. She said that if it’s fast then better to let it happen naturally than try to intervene surgically, and that they as obstetricians have the expertise to assist with a breech delivery. She then went on to say that if I was dilating more slowly than before, and there was therefore time to consider other options, that they would rather offer me a c-section at a lower dilation with sac and fluid still in tact than wait for me to go slowly to full dilation and then potentially need a c-section once my waters had broken, which was less favourable from their point of view. Although she added that I still wouldn’t need to accept the offer if I’d gone into labour spontaneously and wanted to carry on for a vaginal birth.
I think it was around this point of the discussion that she made a statement that made my ears really prick up because it was very much in line with the two central tenets of the Positive Birth Book (that I have CHOICES and RIGHTS in childbirth). She said “you do have choices in this you know, it’s not just me telling you what you can and can’t do.” Again I nearly fell off my chair in amazement!
Then she went on to talk about what would happen if I don’t go into labour spontaneously. Firstly, she said that they were happy for me to go to 38 weeks as long as all is well at my next scan. They wouldn’t offer induction at that point if twin 1 was still breech. That would mean either a planned c-section before labour starts naturally, or “wait it out” with daily monitoring to check for foetal well-being, and they would talk to me about the risks either way with both of those options if it got to that. Again I was pleased that she seemed to be quite relaxed about the prospect of waiting it out rather than just going straight for a c-section, if all is well. They would offer induction if twin 1 was head down by then, just not if he/she was breech. I’m fairly confident that my body will go into spontaneous labour by 38 weeks, because the boys were born on or just after the 40 week “due date” for singletons. Mums who go longer with twins tend to also go to 41/42 weeks with singletons – we’re all different.
And that was that! A much easier conversation than I was expecting, and a much more positive and mum-centred approach to twin birth than I was expecting from a consultant obstetrician. I feel bad for tarring them all with the same brush in my head now! She said they’d like to see me again in 3 weeks, when I’ll be nearly 36 weeks pregnant, to check the babies’ positions. Initially she said 4 weeks because all was well and the babies are growing beautifully, but then decided a week earlier would be good to give us a bit more time to discuss all options if they are still in awkward positions, which I agree with.
In the mean time, if I have any signs of labour, I have to go straight in to triage to be assessed. They would rather I came in on false alarms and they sent me home again than risk a home/car birth, which I can understand if twin 1 is breech. A twin breech home birth would be one step too far in her opinion, and I have to say that would scare me too I think! This is totally different from when I had the boys – the birth centre didn’t want us getting there too early and nearly sent us away again with Andrew, but thankfully they didn’t as he was born about an hour and a half later, and we only just made it there at all for Joel.
I came out of the appointment feeling much more positive than just after the scan which had made me fear the worst for lack of birth options. I’m praying that at least twin 1 will turn, and there is a team of friends at church who are praying the same. But if this is how it’s meant to be, I’m feeling confident in my ability to breech birth if all goes as quickly as before, and I have a sense of peace surrounding the fact that it’s not in my hands – what happens, happens. The position of twin 2 is less important at this stage because they often turn once twin 1 is out anyway.
So going into this week I’m trying to continue getting the balance right between rest and activity. I hope that swimming, yoga and spending time on all fours using my birth ball for support will give the babies as much room to turn as possible, though I know it’s getting less likely that they will. I’m still feeling nauseous and have to lie down for a rest in the afternoon and evening otherwise I think I’ll be sick. But I’m really holding onto the fact that it’s really not long to go now. If anyone used to watch the comedy quiz show Shooting Stars, I have this line from it in my head: “We don’t know how much time we’ve got, but when the time’s up you’ll hear this noise….. argh!” We’re living life on the edge right now!
This week there’s little to report in terms of pregnancy; the main event has been Andrew’s operation to remove his adenoids and insert some grommets. We spent the day in hospital, and thankfully all went well so he was discharged in the evening.
I wasn’t sure how I would feel spending all day in hospital, though admittedly the children’s hospital instead of the women’s hospital, so Tom took the day off work to come with us too, whilst Granny and Grandad looked after Joel and taxied for us. The day turned out to be easier than I thought it would be on pregnant me. It was quite a pleasant day-case ward, and we were able to walk around as well as sit down on hard or soft chairs. We’d taken plenty of drink and snacks to nibble on, and we managed to get some fresh air whilst Andrew was in theatre. I went to bed not long after we got in as I suddenly felt exhausted once it was all over, and the next day I was really tired, but I’m glad I was able to be there with him the whole time. Tom was the one who actually went into the anaesthetic room with him – I thought I might cry or faint or something at that, which wouldn’t have been good for Andrew, who in the end was far more unfazed by it than I was! Probably partly my hormones, as well as the fact I’m not great with hospitals, though I’m getting better with all the exposure recently.
As this week was the first week back to school and toddler groups after the holidays, I’ve had quite a few people who we haven’t seen for a few weeks ask how long I’ve got left and how things are going. I usually respond with “I’m just plodding on, literally!” It’s definitely got to a point where I feel huge, even though lots of others still think I look “neat” for twins. Sitting down is pretty uncomfortable now, because I find the bump squishes my internal bits – you know, like lungs, stomach, intestines and other organs vital to life. So I’m generally lying down on the sofa or sitting on my birth ball which gives me a good position. I’m also trying to do quite a bit of time on all fours, with support from the birth ball.
I’m still managing to walk places as much as I can, carrying on with our normal routines like the daily school runs, the daily post office run and going to a couple of toddler groups in the week. This isn’t uncomfortable yet, though I’m a bit slower. I’ve been swimming once a week for the past month or so, and I find this a lovely way to keep moving whilst feeling weightless. The only slight issue is I don’t think my maternity costume (which I used lots when pregnant with the boys) will fit me much longer! But it seems a bit expensive to buy a new one for the sake of potentially only a few weeks, so I’m hoping to eek it out longer. I’m also doing my pregnancy yoga DVD about once a week, to help with breathing techniques and good positions for my hips and back in particular. Hopefully all this will keep me as fit as possible when carrying twins late in pregnancy.
I wrote last week about starting iron tablets because my last blood tests had shown I’m anaemic, though I don’t feel particularly different from how I have throughout pregnancy. I’m pleased that the tablets don’t seem to be having any adverse side effects on me, like nausea (which is no worse than usual), so this is positive. It will be interesting to see how my haemoglobin level is next week at my 32 week scan and clinic appointment.
I’m looking forward to seeing the babies again next week at the scan, and I’m hoping they are now in a good position for a vaginal birth. I think however they are positioned the doctor I see will want to start discussing birth options, so we will see what comes of that.
There wasn’t really much to write about for 29 weeks. We were away for the long Easter weekend, down with Tom’s parents in Devon. It was good to get away, and I’m glad all is going well with the pregnancy so far, which meant that we were able to go that far, even if sitting in the car wasn’t that comfortable – we had an extra stop compared to normal.
The last time I blogged I had just had my 28 week growth scan and blood tests, including one to check for ICP (intrahepatic cholestasis of pregnancy). I didn’t hear anything back about this, which means it must have been negative, so I’m pleased about that. The tingling/itching hasn’t got any worse, and if anything I noticed it even less when we were away.
However, when we got back home, I opened a letter from the hospital which said that my blood test for iron level showed that I am anaemic. This isn’t hugely surprising for a twin pregnancy, as lots of mums expecting multiples find their iron stores are depleted more quickly from growing two or more babies. I don’t particularly feel any different from how I have all pregnancy in terms of tiredness – one of the major symptoms. I don’t get that out of breath, though I can feel it’s starting to become harder work walking and going up stairs, for example, with the extra weight I’m carrying. When I looked up anaemia on the NHS website it did say that one of the less common symptoms is itching/tingling though, which is interesting. After a short delay in my GP receiving the letter from the hospital due to the bank holidays, I got some iron tablets and have just started taking them. I’m slightly apprehensive about the potential side effects of nausea and constipation that are common with iron tablets, but I’ll have to see how it goes.
We’ve also started to get organised this week with preparations for the twins’ arrival. I have packed my hospital bag except for a couple of additions that I need to buy (snacks and drinks). It’s been so long since I did it that I had to remind myself what we need in the bag! We were in the birth centre for less than 12 hours last time, so hardly needed anything that I’d packed. I expect we will be in for longer with twins, even if they get to term (37 weeks), because they are likely to be quite small compared to the boys, which may cause issues with starting feeding, for example. And of course this time we need double of all the baby bits. If I need a c-section, I personally will also need to be in longer than after a vaginal delivery. We don’t live very far at all from the hospital, so I’m sure we can top up with anything that we don’t have enough of pretty easily between Tom and other visitors such as our parents.
We have very kindly been given this week plenty of tiny newborn baby clothes, as we didn’t have any smaller than 0-3m ones for the boys who were born average weight for singletons. So we’ve put most of these into the drawers in the boys’ room and some have gone into the hospital bag. We’ve moved all the feeding equipment into the kitchen and found a place for it – steriliser, several SNS (supplemental nursing systems – made from bottles and thin NG tubing) and formula.
I’m sure there are a few more bits and bobs to sort out, but I feel like we are pretty prepared for them to arrive whenever (well, as much as one can ever be prepared for the arrival of twins!) Even if they were born in the next few weeks, we wouldn’t be home straight away as they’d need time in special care, so there’s still time to sort out anything here that needs doing.
This week we had our second growth scan. I get routine scans every 4 weeks now, so this is 4 weeks since the last one. I can tell they’re growing as I’m getting a lot bigger, but the hospital are mainly checking that they are growing at a similar rate and that one isn’t taking more nutrition from me than the other.
It was all good news. Both twins are still average size for their gestation, with an estimated weight of around 2lbs 12oz each (though this is really tricky to get very accurately from a scan, so has to be taken with a rather large pinch of salt, but it’s a rough figure at least). And the main thing is they are only 0.4% different in size, which is great. Both look healthy and are moving lots.
I was also pleased to see that they have both turned from being breech! Twin two is now head down, and twin one is lying across, or transverse as the doctors call it. Whilst transverse isn’t a good position for labour, and would mean a c-section, I’m encouraged that they have at least moved and hopefully twin one will carry on the turn and go (and stay!) head down soon.
The sonographer was lovely, and she made sure that I know that this configuration of twin pregnancy (DCDA – two sacs and two placentas) could still mean identical twins, though more likely non-identical. Tom worked out from twin stats that we found online that there’s about a 14% chance that they are identical. But lots of people, including health professionals that I’ve met in hospital, have automatically referred to them as non-identical because they are DCDA. If they are identical, it just means the splitting of the fertilised egg was really early, about 1-3 days after conception. Later splits result in just one placenta, and either two sacs or one (the latter being very rare, only 1% of identical twins).
This was before she scanned, so she had no idea if they were boys, girls or one of each. I looked away for quite a lot of the scan as I was worried I’d see something that would indicate it to me! I also told her it was OK to refer to each of them as “it”, because last time the sonographer referred to one of them as “he”, though in the context I think she was probably just defaulting to he because she didn’t like to say “it”, I’m not even sure she’d scanned down between the legs at that point.
After the scan I went to clinic as usual. We had the usual blood pressure conversation and actually my machine read higher than theirs (it’s usually slightly lower), so the registrar was happy that it can read high in hospital and that I’m monitoring well at home. It’s still on the lower side at home, which is good. She also checked with the consultant, and he was happy to not see me for another 4 weeks.
The only slightly weird thing this week is that my skin has started to feel a bit tingly/itchy. It’s really hard to describe. It’s not the pain of pins and needles, nor anything like that intense. It’s also not like I really need to scratch it. I will occasionally scratch, but not noticeably more than usual. I know that itching can be a sign of obstetric cholestasis, or the more recent term for it is intrahepatic cholestasis of pregnancy (ICP), which is a potentially serious liver condition of pregnancy, so I mentioned it.
According to the NHS website, ICP affects 1 in 140 pregnant women in the UK each year. Normally, bile acids flow from your liver to your gut to help you digest food. In ICP, the bile acids don’t flow properly and build up in your body instead, which is what they think causes the itching at the skin. It’s more common in multiple pregnancies than in singleton pregnancies. There’s no cure for ICP, but it can be treated to some extent with a drug until birth, which is when it ultimately gets better as the body gets back to normal. There is an increased risk of preterm birth and stillbirth in severe cases, so careful monitoring of bile acid levels from blood tests and foetal movements would be necessary, and induction of labour or an emergency c-section if there is any concern.
The doctor agreed that it would be sensible to run some blood tests to check my liver function and bile acid level, even though it’s not severe (yet), and I have no other symptoms such as jaundice or vomiting (nausea still, but that’s normal for me). If those show anything abnormal then they will ring me next week and I would start on a drug to treat it, and this would then also involve more monitoring. So we will see what comes of that.
It’s also entirely possible that skin tingling and sensitivity is simply down to my increased blood volume (which is huge with third trimester twins!) and therefore blood flowing nearer the skin. Increased pregnancy hormones could also cause skin conditions that I wouldn’t normally get, though I don’t appear to have many other physical signs such as spots, other than a few on my legs, and some dryness on my hands and face, which I do get sometimes anyway. It’s also very normal for stretched skin on my bump to itch.
It feels so good to have got to the third trimester! We really are on the homeward straight now, as I keep telling myself when I’m feeling sick and tired.
It’s been another fairly uneventful week really, which is good! I’m concentrating on resting as much as possible still, whilst still getting out and about for exercise and looking after the boys.
The result of the glucose tolerance test that I had at the end of last week was negative, so I don’t have gestational diabetes. I didn’t think it was that likely, but it’s great to have this confirmed and means I don’t have the stress of having to change my already fairly restricted diet. So that was a big relief. My blood pressure still seems to be sticking around the same readings, still the lower end of normal, and I checked that my machine is still capable of reading high in hospital when I had the GTT.
On Monday I had the delivery of a fantastic new book that I ordered last week – the Positive Birth Book. I’ve been reading it lots this week and I’m very impressed. I didn’t read loads or research excessively about birth before I went into labour with Andrew – the biggest preparation I did was attend yoga classes where we learned good labouring positions and breathing techniques. I was blessed with an uncomplicated pregnancy, and a lovely, fast, positive birth in a midwife-led birth centre. I felt that my animal instinct took over during labour, and I didn’t fear at all what would happen, I just got into the zone and did what felt natural to me. I would even go as far to say that I enjoyed it.
So when the time came to think about options for my second birth experience, it was easy, as I’d had such a good experience before and another uncomplicated pregnancy. Again I decided on the birth centre, mainly because I wasn’t sure about potentially giving birth in front of a toddler at home, and our flat was tiny! My midwife at the time was actually very pro home birth, and tried to convince me to stay at home. And we did have supplies of old towels ready in case I didn’t make it to the birth centre given my previous fast labour, but in the end we did just about make it, only because it was the middle of the night and there weren’t the usual daytime in Cambridge traffic jams. Again I had a very positive and even faster experience. I’ve learned this week that labours under 3 hours like mine have been even have a recognised term – precipitous labour.
So I never imagined that I would find myself buying a book about positive birth for my third experience. After all, I have the personal experience myself. That was until I’ve struggled with the medicalisation of a twin pregnancy. One of the registrars I saw at twin clinic a while ago couldn’t really understand how I’d never seen a doctor in hospital in my previous pregnancies. But I didn’t, because there was no need, I was having a “low risk” pregnancy each time. The only health professionals I saw were midwives, in pregnancy and labour.
Fundamentally I still believe, as I did before, that my body is capable of giving birth without complications, even to twins – it’s “just two babies” I keep thinking – I don’t doubt this and I don’t fear giving birth in itself. The problem is that I fear how I will react if/when I am advised by doctors to plan a certain type of birth or do certain things in labour due to the fact that this pregnancy is “high risk”, which I find a really unhelpful term. Loads of pregnant women are automatically lumped into this category, but actually it covers a huge range of individual circumstances. So I have only one risk factor – twins. The rest of me is healthy and fit – I have a normal BMI, I have no underlying health conditions, I’m under 35, I have a good history of uncomplicated pregnancies and labours, I’m as active as I can be for pregnancy etc. Yet I fall in the same category as a woman who is 45, is obese, is inactive, has diabetes, has had complications in a previous pregnancy or no previous pregnancy, has high blood pressure, and smokes (for example). We have vastly different pregnancy profiles to be lumped into the same “high risk” category.
Of course I’m not against modern medicine and the fantastic cases in which it can save lives and improve outcomes for mum and babies. If I need it, I will gladly turn to it for help. But it’s not like humans aren’t at all capable of multiple pregnancy without medical intervention. My grandad, who would have been 91 this coming week, was a twin, born at a time without ultrasound scans and c-sections, and they both survived, thrived and lived to a good old age.
The positive birth book, or what I’ve read of it so far at least, is helping me to understand how I can help myself stay positive in the midst of all the talk of “risk” and medical management. There are two main tenets that underpin the rest of the book, that is that I have RIGHTS and I have CHOICES as a pregnant woman. No medical professional can do anything to me without my consent and without explaining to me the benefits and risks involved, engaging in a two-way conversation and answering my questions. It doesn’t matter if I’m labelled “one of those” for questioning them, I have the right to do this and make my own choices, of course based on any advice I am given from sources I trust.
The book also makes clear that it’s important for me to have a really clear birth plan, or more specifically birth plans (B, C even D in case A doesn’t happen), and have chance to discuss with doctors and midwives what I would like to happen in advance. So this is something I will work on in the coming weeks. As I already know, birth happens most effectively when we, as mammals, are in an environment where we feel warm, cosy and safe. I’m convinced this helped me before, and it can help me again. The problem is I will probably have to go through labour in a brightly lit and unfamiliar hospital room with several people present, which doesn’t exactly lead to such a conducive environment. There are things that I and Tom can do to mitigate against this though, and Tom has read the section about being my “guardian of oxytocin” – the most important hormone in labour. These are the kind of things I can discuss with respect to my birth plan.
I can’t quite believe that I’m about to enter the third trimester at 28 weeks. The first seemed so long with the incessant vomiting, but the past 10 or so weeks have gone much more quickly. Now it really seems like we’re on the homeward straight.
This week has been fairly quiet again in terms of pregnancy – not much to report. I’m still feeling pretty much the same, with no major changes.
I’ve been doing some pregnancy yoga once a week using a DVD that I bought. I found this helped me relax, learn breathing techniques and keep my hips and back as comfortable as possible in previous pregnancies. I’ve also been trying to spend time on all fours and doing some gentle hip rocking, concentrating on this specific yoga position, because it should be helpful in trying to get the twins to turn to be head down. I think one of them has moved, because I am getting some higher up kicks nearer my ribs instead of lower down nearer my hips. But I think it’s probably twin 2, which is less helpful than twin 1 being head down, as this needs to happen for the doctors to allow me to have a vaginal birth. There’s still time yet, but I’m hoping to try and get them to be head down soon!
I actually spent more time at the children’s hospital than the women’s hospital this week. We had a follow up appointment with the ENT consultant about Andrew’s repeatedly failed hearing tests and constant snot throughout over half the year for the past two years. The doctor suggested that now was a good time to remove his adenoids and put some grommets in. I asked what sort of timescale we’re looking at, and he said early May. I told him I’m due to have twins at the end of May, so he said they’d do their best to give us as early a date as possible. We’ve just had an offer of the last week of April, which I’m really pleased about! This should give us a fair amount of time before the twins are born, unless they come very early.
I did spend a few hours at the women’s hospital on Friday morning for my glucose tolerance test, to check if I have gestational diabetes. I automatically have one of these in pregnancy because my dad is a type 1(.5) diabetic, which means I have a risk factor. This time I have the added risk factor of a multiple pregnancy, though no others such as being overweight, having previous big babies or being of certain ethnicities. I also had a small trace of glucose in my urine at my last clinic appointment, though the consultant said this was entirely normal for this gestation of twins and wasn’t an indication of gestational diabetes in itself, but simply that my kidneys could be a bit leaky with the extra pressure they are under at the moment. In my previous pregnancies the test was negative. This time, if I hear nothing by 5pm on Monday, I don’t have gestational diabetes, but if I do, then I will get a call from the diabetes specialist midwife to discuss how they will treat me.
I don’t really want to have to change my diet as it’s already pretty limited to bland foods, though I do eat a lot of protein, and carbs would be fairly easy to cut down, particularly as I don’t feel like eating sweet things anyway. But of course I will if I need to, and we are on the homeward straight now, so it’s not like doing it for the whole pregnancy.
The test itself was pretty challenging for me due to the nausea. I usually have to eat something soon after getting up, to keep the sickness at bay, but I had to fast from 9pm the night before until I was given a glucose drink at 9am, just after the nurse took my first blood sample. I didn’t feel great, but I survived, and the drink wasn’t as sickly as I thought it would be – it was quite a long drink, so I guess fairly weak with that amount of liquid, more like weak squash in consistency than the stickiness of coke or lucozade which I can’t stand at the best of times! I had to wait in a waiting room for 2 hours until my next blood sample, and that was just about OK until the last half hour which I found really hard with feeling sick. But I gritted my teeth and was determined to keep it down, because it would have been a total waste of time if I’d have thrown the drink back up. I think the usual hospital adrenaline rush (which sends my BP up – I even checked that my home machine got a high reading there!) kept me going, and then I felt the relief from that when I got home (my BP was back down to normal). At least I was able to eat a few savoury snacks later in the day.
So now it’s just a case of wait and see what happens with the result next week.