My infertility story starts in 2003. After various tests it was found that due to male infertility, it was very unlikely my husband would father a child naturally and ICSI would be our only chance of having a baby.
After our second ICSI cycle, I became pregnant with our daughter. I had a troublefree pregnancy but a traumatic and tough, 11-hour labour. I finally gave birth to a beautiful, perfect daughter, although the experience was made even worse by having a retained placenta (when part of the placenta remains in the womb after birth – it sometimes has to be removed under general anaesthetic).
We always knew we wanted more children and, despite the trauma of my first experience of giving birth, we decided to try another cycle of ICSI.
After further ICSI treatment with a higher dosage of fertility drugs, we were absolutely delighted to find we were having twins. The pregnancy started off pretty well, but at 8 weeks I suffered a bleed. I was sure I had lost one of the babies, but a scan a few weeks later revealed two heartbeats.
I started to suffer from Braxton Hicks contractions ('false' contractions that can occur during pregnancy) at 18 weeks. At 20 weeks I was admitted to hospital with an infection that had caused my cervix to dilate. After a week’s bed rest I was discharged and struggled on with the pregnancy.
At my 36-week hospital appointment I was begging them to induce me early. The hospital agreed they would start to induce at 37+1 weeks only because the twins were a good size and twin 1 was head down. By 37 weeks I was absolutely huge, my legs had swelled so much that they thought there was a blood clot at one point and sent me for a leg scan. Luckily it was only a build up of fluid.
Having received an epidural, I didn’t push for long before my first son was born – it was such a wonderful experience having no intervention, unlike the birth with my daughter.
However, twin 2 was breech and his birth was much more traumatic. After much pushing, I was told his arms were stuck above his head and he could suffer broken shoulders if they didn’t pull his arms down. In the end, they got him out to find he was blue with the cord wrapped around his neck. I didn’t even get to hold him, or even know whether he was a boy or girl: he was swiftly taken to another room.
We were eventually told that he was fine but needed to go to special care where he spent the first 5 days of his life.
We knew that having one baby was difficult and when the twins arrived, we knew it wouldn’t be easy. To be brutally honest the first six months were awful. However, my twins are now 10 months and things are much more relaxed in our household.
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