A Twin Birth Story
About an hour after my doctor's visit, I began hurting pretty bad. I phoned the nurse. She said it was probably time to deliver and off I was wheeled to the third floor where I got an epidural and catheter (ouch). I waited. My whole family came to see me, including my mother, who I had not seen in six months. She decided to wait with me until the little ones decided to come. After about 15 hours of false hope, my family decided to call it a night. My husband left to get ready for work and my mother did as well. I was alone once again—and no babies yet.
Then, around noon on March 7, they decided to induce labor, for the babies' sake. The doctor assumed that they were losing fluid and decided to give me another epidural and force them to come out. My husband was phoned and he returned to my bedside only to find out that since the birth was high risk, he would not be able to be in the delivery room. There were 17 doctors total. My son was first. It happened so fast.
Next, it was my baby girl's time to come. She turned in a breached position, which made the doctors concerned. After six minutes of my baby girl swimming around and playing with my doctor, he decided to stick his hand in and pull her out feet first. Thus I had two beautiful children who were fairly small and would end up staying in the hospital another two months before coming home. After that night, I needed a drink. I asked for a Dr. Pepper and was escorted to my room to heal. That day turned out to be the inspiration of a lifetime. Three years later, I still feel blessed.
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