Well, well, well… today I am 36 weeks pregnant with twins. Although not for much longer; we were given some crazy new yesterday.
My darling Twinkles,
I’m 36 weeks and 2 days pregnant and tomorrow — 13.03.2013 — will be your birthday and the day that your Daddy and I will meet you for the first time.
A bit of a shock to be honest… but now I’ve had a little bit of time to get my head around it, I am so ready to meet you both :)
A Routine Scan
We came to the hospital yesterday for our routine 36 weeks scan (and consultant appointment) and unbelievably it seems that the babies have only grown a tiny bit in the last 2 weeks; and only weigh a couple more ounces since the last time we saw them.
The weights on the ultrasound were 5lb 2oz and 5lb 3oz…
I can’t understand it as my bump certainly seems to have grown!!
Either they have really stopped growing or it is human error. I can’t work out which, but I guess we’ll find out tomorrow; either way.
My consultant was unhappy enough to want to admit me; a MASSIVE shock as we just weren’t expecting to hear that!!
One More Night
So I have been in the hospital overnight and been regularly monitored to make sure that the babies heartbeats are strong, plus blood pressure and urine checks for me, along with two (pretty stingy!) injections, in the bum, to help the babies breathing along.
I have just met the anaesthetist who’ll be with us during the op tomorrow.
She reckons that I’m second on the list and the c-section will take around an hour in total.
My legs won’t work for around 4 hours, post-op, so that’s something to look forward to.
So here I am. 36 weeks pregnant with twins and typing this diary entry from my hospital bed.
I’m on a small ward with 3 other women, all of whom have been induced for natural labour, for one reason or another.
One is a sweet Polish girl, who doesn’t speak much English. Another is very quiet — seems really nice though — and has just been chatting to her mum and boyfriend all day.
But the last one is loudmouthed and racist; and has done nothing but complain really loudly about everything — and everybody — since she was bought up to the ward. She’s also full of a cold and has spent all day coughing and sneezing her germs into the atmosphere. Nice.
She’s been bloody horrible to the midwives and has generally made herself a pain in the arse to everyone around her all day. Am hoping her labour starts ASAP so she’ll get taken down to the labour ward!!! I am sick of listening to her. Even my earplugs aren’t managing to block her out!!
So there we are.
A New Journey
One journey is just about to come to an end; our struggle to have a family is going to reach its culmination tomorrow – all being well.
And our new journey, as parents to twins, will begin.
Our unit of 2 is going to turn into a family of 4 and I cannot wait.
Obviously there is going to be a lot of pain and a bit of time before this happens, but we’re SO close now.
My beautiful Twinkles are so nearly here. My amazing babies who have been swimming inside me for the best part of 9 months. I love them more than words can say, yet I haven’t even met them, in person, yet.
Apologies if there are any errors in this last diary entry! My fat fingers are struggling to type on the iPhone keyboard!
This may be the last entry for a little while. Until we manage to find our feet, I don’t think I am going to have time to write in my diary. But I will try and post our experiences just as soon as I can!
Until next time.
See you tomorrow Twinkles!!!!!!!!
All my love, your Mama xxxxxxxxxxxx