Sunday, 16 January 2011

• Unassisted Twin birth written by ME =-)

  
  
  Around 2:30am my husband gets into bed. He was on the computer.  I was a good girl. I went to bed at 10pm.  To give him space, I move over. POP! "I think my water broke!" Never mind, perhaps it is my imagination. I start to lay back down. Wetness. My water did break! We lay down a shower curtain on the carpet of our bedroom.
  
  I am having contractions. Labor can take hours. I had four hours of sleep. My husband had none.  We decide to go back to bed. He will try to sleep on the floor, while I labor in bed.  The contraction get stronger. So strong that I hope they will not get any more stronger. I am still expecting hours of labor left.  I had to go to the bathroom. I waddle to the toilet.  Once I am in front of the toilet, I get the sudden urge to vomit. (If I had the urge sooner I would have RAN, not walk, to the bathroom.) Of course, I vomit into the toilet. I sit on the toilet. I pee and poop. I get the sudden desire for needing my husband to be near me.
  
  I call for my husband. He does not come. I crawl back to the bedroom and shout for him to wake up.  He wakes up with a start.  I have an involuntary pushing urge. The baby's  head crowns. My husbands takes a few picture and catches the baby.  5:13am.
  
  I pick up my new daughter. I try to nurse her. The contractions hurt too much to be just a placenta in me. Something is not right.  I complain to my husband. He cuts the cord to the baby. I move back into the bathroom. I am in a kneeling squat, using the edge of the bathtub for support.  I give strong voluntary pushes. The "placenta" feels hard and bony.
  
  My husband sees a bulge coming out.  He prepares to deliver the "placenta". He see an awfully big and featureless bag full of icky juice. He spies an ear.  This is not a placenta. It is another baby still in her caul.  I give a huge push. The bag breaks. Husband catches baby B.
  
  Baby B is not breathing. I tell my husband to start rescue breathing. (Reminding him to use only the air in his cheeks.) My husband gives only two breaths and gives up. I take baby B from him and tell him to get my Heart and Hands book. I continue rescue breaths.  My husband fails to notice that I put post-it notes to mark places in the book that might be needed in a hurry. He looks up "Infant Resuscitation" in the index.  I notice a pulse in the her cord. (DAH, my high school CPR class did not tell me to check for a pulse there.) Baby B starts to take breaths on her own.  My husband instructs me to talk to Baby B and keep her warm. I tell her to "Keep breathing!".
  
  Baby B's breathing and color improves. Things are stable. We should have baby B checked out by our family Ped.  After arranging childcare for our sons, we take the girls to the Ped. Both girls are fine.
  

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