Being a childbirth educator I always emphasise that it’s a great idea to ensure that you have everything packed for hospital well in advance. As such, I say to Craig, “Can you pack our bags?” (I was certain these boys were going to stay tucked up inside until at least 37 weeks, so in my mind I still had plenty of time to pack…doing the math, I had 3 days. In my defense, I did have a bag for the babies ready to go).
Two Breech Babies!
It’s about an hour later and we’ve finally managed to pack a bag for me, a bag for Craig, all my pregnancy records, my hypnobirthing stuff, and a bag for Edith. I get Craig to put a mattress protector on the seat in our car and off we go. No signs of surges. We end up meeting our in-laws on our way at around 3am and do the hand over. We both breathe a sigh of relief; we are on our way. We are going to meet our beautiful baby boys soon.
I feel my first surge at around 3.25am. The surges are mild, but consistently around 7 to 5 minutes apart from the get go. I mention to Craig, “I’m trying not to sink into them yet. We don’t want to have breech twins on the side of the Monash Freeway”. So, I just focus on getting to the hospital, and we chat away about other things, as if nothing is happening. Fast forward to just over an hour later and we come to a standstill on the Monash Freeway due to an accident. No worries. I sarcastically ask Craig, who I had come along to my Hypnobirthing Australia™ Classes a month before, “So, what do we do in the case of a double breech baby’s choice birth on the side of the road?” He casually replies with all the right answers and we have a slightly nervous laugh. About 15 minutes later we are back on the road and we eventually arrive at the hospital.
Being a childbirth educator, I always make sure clients know the afterhours entry and protocols so that it is a smooth transition if they arrive overnight. So, I say to Craig when the main doors are shut, “Uh, where do we go?”. We ring the number on our handy list of contacts (which we’d packed!) and are advised to go through Emergency…obviously. Craig suggests that he drop me there and park the car and then he’ll bring the stuff. Nonsense. “I want to walk”. So, we find a park and I waddle with a soaked maternity pad from the car park, through Emergency, and then on the epic labyrinth to the birth suites (I swear this is deliberate tactic to help in bringing baby down, so props to them for that!)…having to stop a couple of times for strong surges.
I’d been to the birth suites before with a client (who also had twins!), so everything is quite familiar to me. I am feeling quite excited, confident, and calm at this point; we had arrived at the place where my babies would be born!
I get Craig to check if our doula has responded yet…nope. I meet my main midwife, Sharon (praise be to Sharon – she is AWESOME), a few other midwives pop in to say hello, including the head midwife on duty who comments, “I see you’re declining the epidural?” “Yes, that is correct. I have discussed this at length with my Ob, and understand exactly what this means. If you have any concerns you can raise this with him”, I confidently reply. “Well, okay then”, and then she leaves the room. Sharon lets me know that my Ob is on his way. There are two midwives in the room now (I’m sorry second midwife, I can’t remember your name), and with my consent they set about getting a trace of the babies, and checking my blood pressure (which is slightly elevated, but fine). Baby B is easily found and is well, but there is some difficulty getting a good trace of Baby A, because at this point he is so low down in a breech position, so there is lots of fiddling. During all of this, I am continuing to have frequent and consistent surges, but they are still completely manageable simply by closing my eyes and doing my surge breathing. After each surge, I reopen my eyes and continue chatting. I am sitting upright on the bed.
Still with no awareness of the time, my Ob arrives and says, “So, it’s all happening then!” in his calm and friendly way. Just one week prior, on leaving his office knowing that both babes were breech and I’d decided to proceed with a vaginal birth I asked, “So, you’re comfortable and confident with this approach, yeah?”, and his reply was, “I am if you are”, and indicated that given I am not having an epidural, that it is his intention for the birth of both babies to be “hands off”. YES! I feel a wave of relaxation wash over me when he arrives; a familiar face. I have this guy on my team for a reason. I did my research. He knows exactly what I want. He is skilled in vaginal breech birth and twin birth – this is it! It is really happening.
Given that we still don’t know exactly how Baby A is positioned, I consent to a vaginal exam so that we can be sure that there is no cord presenting. All good! And I am 4cm dilated. Eep! We also discuss the option of putting a clip on Baby A to monitor him. I say, “I’m not really comfortable with him having a clip on his head”, and I’m reminded it’s actually his bottom that’s coming out first! I feel more comfortable with this, and I want to ensure that both babies are happy in there, so Baby A has the clip put on. I have a cannula placed, as I’d agreed to this ahead of time. My Ob then asks, “Have you had breakfast?” “No”, I reply. “Well, let me go arrange some for you”. Sharon says that she can do it, and my Ob says, “No, I’ll be back in a minute”. Seriously? Who is this mythical Ob creature that has presented himself?! He returns saying that it’s on its way and that he is on the ward and to call him whenever I need. From here on, my Ob shall be referred to as ‘The Unicorn Ob’.
Now, to steer in a slightly different direction for a moment, if any medical professionals would like a lesson in bedside manner, I suggest poking your head in on The Unicorn Ob and Sharon, because they seriously have this shit down! Respectful, gentle, kind, and considerate care. That’s where it’s at.
All of a sudden, I begin to feel very hot, so ask Craig to turn the shower off. He grabs a towel to help dry me. “Oh god, I feel so hot, so hot”, I repeat as we walk from the bathroom back toward the bed. “Grab me a cold face washer”, I demand. “I’m so hot”, I repeat. “I feel like I’m going to vomit”, I add. “I’m shivering…I’m hot…where’s the face washer…I need a vom bag…I feel like I’m going to faint! I’m going to pass out”, I proclaim, all in the matter of seconds. Craig helps me onto a seat and gets Sharon. I see Sharon come in and I can tell that she’s talking to me, because I can see her mouth moving, but I can’t hear what she’s saying. “I can’t hear you. I’m going to faint”, I tell her. By this time, Craig has a cold face washer on the back of my neck and Sharon continues to say something. I finally begin to hear Sharon’s words and everything returns to normal. (I don’t realise it at the time, but this is transition). Sharon helps me put a robe on and to sit on the end of the bed, and I tell Craig that I want some music on, “Something without words, ‘Tranquil Chambers’”. Sharon calmly lets me know that she is just popping out to organise a few things (clearly, she realises I’m in transition). I say, “I really need to pee”. Craig helps me to the loo, and Sharon leaves the room. I sit down on the loo, and the pee is sweet relief. Suddenly, my body starts bearing down and I let out a primal, guttural, moan. Sharon bursts into the room and helps me to stand up, while having a look. She calmly says, “Well, I can see your baby’s bottom, so I’ll just put my hands underneath you and we’ll help you back into the room. You don’t want to have this baby on the toilet!”. Nope; I really do not!
The Unicorn Ob says, “You are a birthing Rockstar!” Why yes, yes I am! With my two healthy boys on my chest, Sharon and the Unicorn Ob discuss placenta birth with me. For a few reasons – precipitous labour (turns out my first stage was 2hrs & 25mins, second stage was 23 mins); low iron; two placentas – I agree to a shot of Syntocinon to birth my placentas. One or two surges later, the placentas come out fused together. The Unicorn Ob explains that I have a small second-degree tear, which requires some stitches. I ask Craig if he is still happy with the names we have chosen, and he is. So, I announce that Baby A is ‘Arlo Menzies’, and Baby B is ‘Odin Finch’. Craig sits down with Odin for some skin-to-skin, while I give Arlo his first feed. And then we swap, because WE HAVE TWO BABIES!
(Unbeknownst to me, the Unicorn Ob had asked Craig if he could take some pics for us with our camera…turns out he is also the keen photographer, and captured some very special first pics for us).
Now, without getting too ‘woo’ on you I want to share my feelings about my birth, retrospectively. Having the birth of Arlo and Odin unfold the way it did has made me feel like a new woman – both physically and spiritually/emotionally. I feel more confident, strong, resilient, and brave. This new feeling has changed the way I approach parenting, changed the way I approach my business, and changed my outlook in life more generally. Why? Because I totally rocked my birth! I faced the challenges head on, researched the shit out of everything, and made decisions that were right for me and my babies, with my unique set of circumstances. Being surrounded by a team of caregivers who trusted me and the process of birth, who treated me with respect, who treated the process of birth with reverence, and who remained calm and present with the needs of me and my babies truly made a difference to my outcomes. Had I chosen a different path, had different people caring for me, gone with the flow, blindly followed the protocols, and not done my research, I am absolutely certain that I would not have had the birth I did. So, if you’re faced with challenges in your pregnancy and birth – be it multiples, GD, advanced maternal age, protocols, hyperemesis, pre-term birth (and I had ALL of these) …whatever else – I urge you to do your research, choose your caregivers wisely, back yourself, ask questions (use your B.R.A.I.N.), and trust your instincts. Ready to prepare for YOUR incredible birth? Learn more via my Hypnobirthing and Birth Support pages, or contact me to discuss your options today. You too can birth your baby (or babies) like a Rockstar!
Arlo Menzies – 2040gm
Odin Finch – 2340gm