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Birth Stories<next story>..<previous story> It was 9pm on a Wednesday night and I was just settling down on the sofa to watch ER, when whoosh one lot of waters went. I'd been in to St Thomas' the week before because I had started bleeding and I'd spent two nights at the hospital. This time though it wasn't so urgent, but I was supposed to be having a c-section due to having had two emergency sections with my sons. We phoned the delivery suite and they said to come in. Our next door neighbour the amazing Angelina, stepped into the breech again and came straight round to look after our boys while we went to the hospital. On the way to St Thomas we had to stop for petrol and I sat in the car thinking, my god, I'm not ready. I was 35+3 days, it all seemed too soon. We got to the Delivery suite at about 11pm, saw the same Registrar I'd seen the week before, was even in the same room. He told us that there were no SCBU cots available and that I had a 70% chance of going into labour within 24 hours. They would have to move me out. Phone calls were made and I was being sent to Maidstone in Kent, an hour and a half car journey. At 3.30am I got into the ambulance with Suki the midwife, Ian went home and off I went. When I got to Maidstone I was taken to the delivery suite and left to have a sleep. Later they scanned me, I saw the top sonographer and she said Twin 2 hadn't grown since my last scan a month ago and Twin 1 was breech. They weren't immediately worried but I was, and being on my own wasn't much fun either. I saw the consultant and she was amazed that they hadn't done a proper scan at St Thomas'. Later on Ian made it to the hospital, his father had come up from Wiltshire to look after the boys. Plans were made to do the c-section the next day, but the babies had other ideas and I got the feeling things were happening. The sonographer also spoke to the consultant and they came and told me that it was better to get them out now. So that was it, I was whisked off to the operating theatre. Ian had to wait while they put the spinal block in and then met in the theatre. I asked one of the theatre nurses to put the drape down when they started to pull the babies out. She said that was fine, but when it got to that pointed she'd wandered off and so I missed it. Ian had taken photos but it wasn't the same. Florence was born first, they briefly showed her to me then the paeds took her. Then out came Ishbel and off she went too. They took them to SCBU, Ian went with them and I was left in the theatre being sewn up. I was taken to the postnatal ward it was about 11pm, Ian had to go home and I hadn't even touched my babies let alone hold them. Luckily I was so knackered I slept but not after having had a good old sob. The next morning Ian drove up and he helped me get into a wheelchair and we went to SCBU. That was when they told us about the TTTS and we signed a consent form for Ishbel, who was bright red, to have a blood reduction. They were so tiny, but so beautiful. I had my little daughters. They did really well and after a week were discharged. Florence and Ishbel are now 8 months, have more than made up for their slightly rocky start in life, and are a total joy. Bw Elizabeth
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