Join Date: Jun 2005
Location: In the midst of Twinsanity
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I don't have the story written yet, so I'll just give the short version:
Started labor at 7pm when I was 38 weeks 4 days. We'd had a sono the day before to confirm position and both babies were complete breech so I was green lighted for a home birth. I called my doula, husband and midwife around 7:30-8 and they were all present and accounted for by 9. I was checked and had changed from 3 and 50% to 4 and 75%. An hour later I was 5 and 80% so we called the rest of the birth team (2 other midwives, 2 students, and my birth photographer). We were just hanging out, watching Juno and talking/laughing through contractions. I was making fast progress. I lost track of time, but when the other midwife got there I was checked again and was 6cm....however, we could feel a couple of little baby ankles on either side of my cervix. Nothing presenting yet (butt OR feet) so they had me lay down and try to relax through contractions hoping she would pull her feet up. When that became unbearable, I got up and started walking. I was pacing the house, still working well through contractions, just hoping she would pull her feet up. Then the time line gets all fuzzy (I'm going to get a hold of my doulas notes before I write the full story). At some point I'm check again and I'm a 9, but when I have a contraction the only thing holding my cervix open is my BOW and so I shrink to a 7. Obviously, this is not a good thing, so I spend the next 2 hours working through contractions 3 minutes apart and the urge to push. She did finally present with a foot. At that point though, I was complete and so started pushing gently. About 20 minutes later my BOW finally broke on the toilet. HTs stayed good and there was no cord so I continued to push and my daughter was born foot first (then butt and the other foot so not a 'true' footling) at 3:32am. I immediately began to have contractions for Ben, but was distracted because Claire needed suctioning. She was nice and pink but grunty and retracting from her very quick exit (I do tend to shoot them out). She was in good hands though (one of the other MWs used to be a NICU nurse) and so I got down to the business of pushing the second twin out. You know how everyone says the second one is easier? Poppycock! He flipped to vertex as his sister exited, but ended up with a tight nuchal cord around his shoulders. HTs were fine, so it wasn't dangerous, just tight enough to make it HARD to push his posterior self out. I finally did, 35 minutes later, I just had to find the right position to push in which ended up being side lying.
So that's the cliff notes version, which I haven't posted anywhere else up til now.