My Birth Story by Claire Baxter
I had an uneventful twin pregnancy until I was diagnosed with Gestational
Diabetes (GD) at 30 weeks - concerns were raised at my 28 week scan
and a Glucose Tolerance test (GTT) confirmed the condition.
I was able to control my GD with a sugar free diet and stabbing
my fingers 3 times a day (ouch) to check my blood sugar levels!
At 33 weeks I developed severe oedema under my bump which was excrutiatingly
painful and at 35 weeks I went to see the midwife as I was in so
much pain - she checked my wee sample and BP and immediately referred
me to the Maternity Day Unit at the James Cook University Hospital
who decided that it was possible that I was in the early stages
of pre-eclampsia.
I was admitted there and then and had to have regular BP checks
as well as the 24 hour urine collection - great fun trotting off
to the loo with a jug and a huge container…...NOT!
The next morning the one of the midwive's tried to get a trace
on both heartbeats but could only find one. She wasn't overly worried
and said they'd have a try later - later turned out to be 7.30pm
that night and still only one heartbeat to be found. They called
in another midwife who could only find one heartbeat, then they
called a doctor in from the delivery suite who couldn't find a second
heartbeat, they brought an old mobile ultrasound machine in - still
no heartbeat and that's when I started crying - I thought I'd lost
one of my babies.
Eventually at 11.30pm a consultant arrived and opened up the Ultrasound
Department and found 2 heartbeats straight away. I can't tell you
how relieved I was. Next morning, Saturday 22 December 2001, I woke
up to snow outside, I showered and was back in my room drying my
hair when I felt a trickle of water, then another. Suddenly the
light dawned - my waters had broken! I stood at the door of my room
and shouted over to the Nurse's station opposite that my waters
had gone. They weren't having any of it and implied I'd wet myself
until I got on the bed and there was a big gush of water. I resisted
the urge to say "I told you so" and they hooked me up to the foetal
monitor where by some miracle both heartbeats were found straight
away! I asked them to ring Colin (my DH) and tell him the news and
to get his backside to the hospital - James (our eldest) stayed
with Nana & Grandad.
Colin arrived over an hour later after going into town to get me
some more nighties! As soon as he arrived they made plans to get
me to delivery suite so they could get the epidural set up straight
away which I'd asked for in my birth plan. I could still 'feel'
my contractions after the epidural - they weren't painful but I
was definitely aware of them. I was checked at about 1pm and was
only 1cm dilated. The doctor told me they would check me again at
5pm so I spent the rest of the afternoon dozing in between BP checks.
My big sis called in to see us bringing the camcorder which we'd
forgotten and the preemie sleepsuits and vests that we would now
need for our early arrivals. A Paediatrician came from SCBU to talk
to me about what to expect if either of the twins required help
as being 5 weeks early there was a chance they might need Special
Care - that was a bit worrying and all I could do was hope and pray
that they would be okay. At a little after 5pm the doctor returned
and examined me - he said I was 5cm dilated, which was great news
but then he broke the bad news - Twin 1 was presenting shoulder
first and wasn't going anywhere!
He told me I would need to have a c-section which was the last
thing I wanted. I went to pieces - I'd so wanted a natural delivery
and was worried sick - make that terrified about the op itself and
the aftermath. I blubbed all the way down to theatre and only stopped
when they moved me onto the operating table and I nearly fell off!
Well not quite, they tilt the bed to the left and there are stoppers
in place to stop you falling off but being numb I didn't know that
and thought I was about to land on the floor!
The Anaethetist made sure my epidural was topped up and that I
could feel nothing at all and then with Colin at my shoulder the
op started. A Christmas album was playing in the background but
it wasn't calming my nerves so I instructed to Colin to talk to
me about anything, I didn't care what he was talking about but he
had to talk to me and not stop whilst I was trying to avoid looking
up at the theatre lights which had a partial mirror effect of my
events other side of the screen if I looked closely!
I haven't a clue what we talked about in all honesty but it didn't
take my mind off what was going on the other side of the screen
and the eventual tugging and pulling from my tummy which I wasn't
prepared for. After one big tug we heard a cry and "It's a Girl"
- I was gobsmacked! I was convinced I was carrying 2 boys but no,
at 6.04pm Eleanor Louise Baxter made her entrance to the world followed
at 6.05pm by her twin brother Alexander Robert Baxter - both born
as "A Fairytale of New York" by Kirsty Maccoll and The Pogues played
in theatre. Both babies were crying as they came out which was a
great sign and they spent only a few minutes with the Paediatricians
who announced we had 2 healthy babies before leaving theatre. I
couldn't believe I had a girl AND a boy and was so totally preoccupied
by my new babies that I didn't think much about the rest of the
operation as they closed me up.I asked the doctor if he'd do a tummy
tuck whilst I was there but he declined! HUH!
Once the op was over I had to go into recovery, I sent Colin to
ring my Mum & Dad to tell them the news and then with a baby cradled
in each arm we were off for the journey back to the ward. I got
my own room back which was great and I was no sooner in and settled
than my Mum, Dad, sister and the proudest Big Brother, James arrived
to see our new arrivals. Eleanor & Alexander needed to go into an
incubator in my room to keep warm as they were finding it difficult
controlling their temperatures and had to have frequent heel pricks
to test their blood sugar levels on account of the GD, which was
upsetting to watch as they really screamed.
I didn't have any hands-on experience with them in the first 24
hours as I was laid completely flat hooked up to a drip and catheterised
so had to watch as staff did the first feeds and nappy changes which
is what I wanted to do which I found really difficult. I was allowed
up after the 24 hours and was surprised that I could actually walk
as I thought I'd be doubled up in agony - mind those Voltarol suppositories
were WONDERFUL - with them I think I could have skipped up the ward!
My hormones went through the floor on Christmas Eve as they do post-birth
and I sat and sobbed as Colin left with James that night as I wouldn't
be there to see him open his presents and when Carol Singers arrived
on the ward it just about finished me off - I don't think I have
ever cried so hard.
A lovely Nursing Auxillary, Helen spoke with one of the Midwives
and then came and told me that she was taking me home at 6.30am
on Christmas Morning so I could be there to see James for a few
hours before coming back to the ward. She said the Midwives would
look after Eleanor & Alexander for us while I was gone Helen kept
to her word and just before 6.30am I was being wheeled to her waiting
car. . I can't tell you how much that one act meant to me and if
I live to be a hundred I'll never be able to thank her enough. She
drove me to my Mum & Dad's and I arrived just minutes before James
woke up and the look on his face when he saw me was one I will treasure
forever. I saw him open his pressies, had the traditional Christmas
bacon buttie and then Colin drove me back to the hospital and our
bubbas.
I had Christmas Lunch on my own in my room complete with cracker
which prompted fresh tears as I had no one to pull it with (oh the
joy of hormones). The whole family visited after their lunch which
was great and we left hospital on 27 December - 5 days post delivery
with 2 healthy bubbas and haven't look back since.
Thanks for reading! By Claire Baxter
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