Ahhh, young and in love, “Let’s start a family” I say.
So we decided to try. After 8 months of trying and failing miserably, I sought help from a doctor. “Why isn’t it happening?’, “What’s wrong with us?”… “We’ll have to complete some test’s” she said.
So off we went, down in the dumps, with our test slips and a card for our next appointment time in a few weeks. The wait for the results was agonising. I was so stressed and worried that something would be terribly wrong, that I made myself sick…. or so I thought.
After a week of vomiting, headaches and the constant desire to sleep, I realised that according to my dates, I
should be right to complete a regular at home pregnancy test. So there I sat in my mother’s bathroom, pregnancy test in hand, tears running down my face and a lump in my throat. There before my eyes was a very positive pregnancy test. 🙂
I came out of the bathroom and announced to Brian and my family that I most certainly didn’t have food poisoning or a bad case of gastro. I did in fact have a baby inside me!!! I was on top of the world…. For about half an hour. Then I really needed to sleep again.
We went to our follow-up appointment, and let the doctor sit there and tell us that our test results came back perfectly normal, that there was no obvious reasons for us to not conceive. We answered with “Yes we know, we’re pregnant”. Such a happy moment 🙂
We were booked in to have an ultrasound scan the following week. Nothing could compare to the feeling of seeing our baby’s heartbeat on the screen. The sonographer also confirmed that our baby was 7.5 weeks gestation and was looking perfect for that time.
The next several weeks of my pregnancy are a blur to me. I had to take holidays from work as I was so very very ill that I could not get out of bed, or hold any food down at all. I couldn’t even sip water and not throw it back up. I felt like death and was so weak I could not even stand up. A trip to the doctors revealed that I was severely dehydrated, and the only cure would be a stint in hospital on the drip. A week later I felt like a million dollars and came home ready to work again. Unfortunately it didn’t last long though and I ended up back in the hospital. No matter how much I tried to keep my fluids up, I would just be sick.
The doctors reviewed our first scan and decided that I had a condition called Hyperemesis gravidarum and that I must just be having a large baby due to the slight increase in pregnancy hormone levels. I became a regular at the hospital, having regular stays until around 18 weeks.
During my hospital stay in my 16th week of pregnancy one of the nurses noticed I was upset and put the doppler thing on my tummy to let me hear the baby’s heartbeat. We had a great laugh chasing around this erratic heartbeat inside of me. It was all over the place, faster then slower and never in the one place for very long. She asked me if I was having twins but I assured her the doctors confirmed that it was just one baby with my first ultrasound…..
Week 20 came around and I was just starting to feel like I could resume some kind of normal existence. My tummy was growing, and I was finally feeling pregnant. We were booked in for our 20 week measurement ultrasound and I was so excited and scared to see this bub that had caused me such grief.
The night before our scan I had a little pregnancy meltdown. I was irrational, hysterical and convinced I would make a lousy mother. I didn’t know how I was going to cope with this little person that had done nothing but make me spew for the last 20 weeks. I was a mess. Hours later Brian had done his best to convince me that I would be just fine, born to be a mother…..
The next morning we nervously went for the scan, Brian, myself and my younger brother. I laid there on the ultrasound table, belly being poked and prodded for over 40 mins with not so much as a single word out of the sonographer. I glanced over at Brian, he too looked worried and gave a confused look at my brother. I was starting to panic. What was wrong with this giant baby I was having? I was looking at this grey blur on the screens and my heart was racing.
All of a sudden, the sonographer speaks up. “So” he say’s, “Do twins run in your family?”…..
Now in my promise of being completely honest I must warn you that there were some rather choice words said next…..
I flew up off the table, gel covered pregnant belly going everywhere, Brian let out something along the lines of “Get f@*Ked, no f@*king way” and my beloved brother turned to Brian and said “Good One Brian”…… 🙂
Hmmmm, nope, wasn’t expecting that one…..
I did resume my position on the table so as he could show us our babies, point out their heads and legs etc and reassure me that there were 2 healthy little heartbeats in there…
In the fluster and excitement we totally forgot to ask if he could tell the sexes of our twins. That would have to wait as we first had to go home and explain to our families that they were going to be grandparents not only once but twice…. 🙂
Finding out that we were expecting twins at 20 weeks came as quite a shock. Especially when the doctors started warning us that twin pregnancies are often very much shorter than your average single pregnancy. How on earth were we going to be organised in time?
Everything seemed to make much more sense now though.
Erratic heartbeats….hmmm cos there were 2.
So very very sick all the time…. increase in pregnancy hormones.
Measuring slightly bigger than normal…… cos it wasnt just a giant baby.
The list goes on.
So although we didnt know it, we had made it through the first half of a twin pregnancy.
And it was only just the begining….