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<span style="color:#800080;">I thought I should share my birth stories together because perhaps it would make more sense to do it that way. It might get long!<br><br><br>
Aaralyn & Joleigh's Birth<br><br>
I got pregnant with my twin girls probably the day my husband and I got engaged; I was 17 years old at the time. I knew nothing about pregnancy or childbirth other than what I read in my "What to Expect" book, and I just put my faith and trust that the doctors knew what they were doing. My first appointment with the OB/GYN should have been a warning bell...I didn't listen to my intuition thinking that I was just nervous.<br>
My pregnancy was a mess. I was sick until 5 months along with all-day sickness, but not bad enough that I needed an IV or medication for it. Almost all of my prenatal appointments were stressful, especially after 28 weeks when there seemed to always be something wrong during my weekly ultrasounds. At 31 weeks I developed pre-eclampsia (or so I was told). I felt fine actually...my feet were swollen but I had been painting and moving in to our new house as my husband and I had gotten married the week after I turned 18.<br>
Anyway, at my 31 week appointment, I was told to go to the hospital as I was spilling some protien. No one told me what was going on. I didn't think it to be serious since I felt fine and stopped to get a burger at Wendy's on the way. We arrived at the hospital and I was given injections to mature the babies' lungs and was told I would not leave the hospital until I delivered them. I was pumped full of IV fluids. It was then that my condition started to deteriorate as I was on a restricted diet, pumped full of IV meds, and told not to get out of the bed for any reason. About four days after I was admitted to the hospital I woke up in tears. I was tired of being there, I felt worse than I did before I was admitted, and I was tired of social workers coming to my room. My husband didn't leave my side the entire time and somehow they thought that meant he was abusing me in spite of me telling them that was not the case at all.<br>
The morning of September 30, 2005 I was crying and told the nurse I felt horrible. They weighed me and I had gained 20 lbs. overnight from fluids, so the OB came in and said we would be doing a c-section that morning. I just said okay. I was ready to get it over with.<br>
When it came time for me to be prepped for the surgery, I was told I needed to have a vaginal exam to see if I was dilated. I didn't want to have it done since I was a victim of rape when I was younger and wasn't comfortable with the doctor. She did it anyway in spite of me saying no. My husband was very upset, and by that point I was so drugged up I don't remember anything.<br>
They sent me in for my spinal, and the last thing I remember was a social worker coming in when I was knocked out (at least not all mentally there) and asking me a bunch of questions about my husband. I told her I just wanted my husband there and she said he was standing in the doorway. He was not. I woke up in recovery, not remembering anything about the birth of my babies nor the fact I even saw them.<br>
I stayed drugged up for another day or so. It was at least 24 hours after the birth before I saw my girls in the NICU where they would spend a month. In the meantime social workers and psycologists kept coming to my room in spite of me always telling them nothing was going on and I wanted to be left alone.<br>
To make matters worse, while in the NICU they overdosed one of my babies on some type of medication; she got the adult dose instead of the baby's dose. I'm so glad she wasn't damaged from that, but it could have been more serious.<br>
My girls were 3 lbs. 4 oz. and 3 lbs. 11 oz. Both were 18" long.<br>
I recentally got back my records for the birth and my hospital stay. My blood pressure was 138/80 when admitted with no protien in my urine at all. In fact, I was dilated to 2cm and was 80% effaced. My babies were at -1 station and we both head-down facing my spine. I could have been induced. I feel like they just wanted to keep me there and make me sick. Not only that, I KNOW I was given something before the surgery to make me be so out of it, but that is missing from my medical records. I've found several errors.<br>
Needless to say, the birth of my girls was tramatic for me. I spent years having nightmares of being cut open and left to die while they took my baby away. Those nightmares continued even through the pregnancy of my son.<br><br><br>
Landon's Birth<br><br><br>
I found myself pregnant again just shy of my daughters' second birthday. I was excited this time since I was going to be using a CPM instead of an OB/GYN and was going to go for my VBAC. The pregnancy went really well with no complications. Once I hit 39 weeks though some midwives in the practice said I felt really big and they thought my baby would be too large to deliver vaginally. An ultrasound estimated him to be 8 1/2 lbs.<br>
The following Monday (a little after 39 weeks), I called the office because I hadn't felt Landon move and I was worried. The midwife had me come in for a NST (non-stress test). That came back normal, and she asked to do a vaginal exam to see how dilated I was. I didn't really want to because of past experience, but sort of felt pressured so I gave in. I was 1cm and 50% effaced; my son was at -2 station. She stripped my membranes without my permission, stating that if I didn't deliver by 40 weeks I would have to have a c-section. So, I felt pressured into an induction. I called the hospital the following morning at 6:00am to see when they could take us, and was told to come in between 7 and 8am. We left the house and went to Cracker Barrel to eat. I was so nervous and excited that I couldn't manage more than a few bites.<br>
We arrived at the hospital a little after 8:30am. A male doctor came in to do a physical. I kept my legs closed because I was afraid he'd try to touch me. It ended up making my blood pressure shoot up. My midwife came in and he told her my blood pressure was high, but she knew my history and said it was nerves. A little after 9:00am my water was broken. I waited around all day and walked a lot to get some contractions going. The only think I ever really managed was some 13 minutes apart. I don't think that was the result of the water breaking but maybe I was going in to labor anyway. I always wonder about that.<br>
Around 5:00pm nothing had really happened. We decided to do low-dose pitocin. Around 10:00pm my contractions were starting to hurt enough to the point where I contacted my doula and told her to come. By the time she arrived I was in some serious pain.<br>
I did lots of things...sat on the birthing ball, sat on the toilet, rocked in a chair, slow danced with my husband...anything to make it feel better. My back started hurting and that's when they figured out my son was posterior! We did some things to turn him. He flipped anterior for a while but I think he changed positions a lot so he didn't stay facing the right way.<br>
Around 4:00am I was begging for drugs. My husband and doula suggested that I see where I was at, hoping to encourage me since I had told them both I did not want drugs even if I begged for them. I found out I was at 7.5 cm; transition! I was happy about that and found the strength to continue without drugs. Around 5:00am I was feeling pushy. My midwife checked me again and I had a little bit of a lip and was starting to swell.<br>
Then, she did the strangest thing...she double gloved herself and used some ice, applying it to the swelling and it went down. Around 6:30am I was fully dilated and started pushing. I pushed for nearly 2 hours before my son finally came out sunny-side up. Luckily all I had was a little tear on my inner labia.<br>
The worst part of this birth came after my son was born. An hour afterwards my placenta hadn't come out yet. I was so exhausted by that point though I didn't even feel like pushing. They called an OB in and she used cord traction to get the placenta out, and then proceeded to reach inside of my uterus pulling out clots of blood. My medical records say I had a post partum hemmorage but I don't think that was the case at all.<br>
Landon was 8 lbs. 9oz. and 21.5"<br><br><br>
This time I'm planning on a homebirth. I would love to go into labor on my own and birth the way I feel best, not having to worry about hospital policies or worry about something happening to me or the baby caused by needless intervention.</span>
 

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Thank you for sharing your stories...I can't imagine how terrible the trauma must have been, especially during your first birth. What happened to you is extremely wrong on so many levels...<br><br>
It sounds like your son's birth was much more enjoyable, except for the placenta extraction. I'm not sure you know this, but sometimes the placenta can take hours or even days to come out...mine took a little over two hours with my son's birth and everything was fine.
 

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Wow - what a traumatic experience. I wish you would have gotten to deliver your twins vaginally. Good luck on your homebirth!
 

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Big hugs to you Mama.<br><br>
Thank you for sharing your birth stories. How lucky your 3 little one's are to have you to stand by them. You went through so much to bring them here, using the resources you had at the time. I wish you much love and peace and all the best for a wonderful birthing journey with number 4.
 

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thank you for sharing your stories.
 
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