It took about three weeks. When I finally saw a midwife for the first time I thought the baby was dead. I bled every single day. But she used a doppler, and we heard his heartbeat and we knew he was fine. Minus that initial scare, the rest of the pregnancy was rather easy. Zev was a stubborn little bean, and stayed frank breech throughout my pregnancy. I refused to be induced however, and when I did go into labor I had a c-section. He was 6.5 lbs when he was born, and had his feet up at his ears for a few days, which was rather amusing. I suppose he was just comfortable that way.
I needed infertility drugs again to get pregnant this time. But I had an intuition that if they worked I would have twins. I even mentioned it to Jason, who probably thought I was crazy at the time. When I started bleeding in THIS pregnancy, again we rushed to the ER. The first thing the ultrasound tech said to me was, "Well, I see two gestational sacs." "I know", I replied.
I ended up bleeding 3 times in this pregnancy: at 7, 9, and 13 weeks. By week 13 I had a high-risk OB. Vaginal ultrasounds showed a short cervix and we decided it was best to have an early anatomy scan. I went into that scan at 17 weeks and we discovered we were having two girls. And everything else looked fine. At a second scan at 20 weeks, my OB noted my very short cervix and pulled me out of work immediately. I was to go straight home and stay there. I could not get out of bed except to use the bathroom or make a snack. I had to take daily progesterone suppositories. And, if I were unlucky and started miscarrying, there was nothing they could do. Viability is 24 weeks gestation, and if I made it that far, I was to check into the hospital and receive steroid shots to hasten lung development.
I actually made it through those four weeks. At 24 weeks I had another ultrasound, confirmed the still short cervix, and checked into the hospital. I stayed for four days, received the steroid shots, and went home to more bed rest. Things seemed ok.
At week 26 I started feeling cramping that didn't seem to be brought on by anything specific. Jason and Zev were out of the house, so I called Jason and he came home, leaving Zev with friends. We went to the hospital and I learned I was 100% effaced and now about 1 cm dilated. I was checked into the hospital and given some oral meds to stop the contractions I was feeling. After roughly 9 hours, the contractions were still occurring and I was further dilated, so I was started on magnesium sulfate. Mag is a horrible drug that is used to stop labor but can only be used for short periods of time given the toxic effects. Luckily I did not have that many side effects and stayed on the drug for 36 hours. I remained in the hospital for 2 weeks to reach 28 weeks gestation. Twenty-eight weeks is considered a fetal milestone in development, and it was safer for me to be under strict observation until that point. My two weeks were uneventful, and I went home to more bed rest.
Interestingly I had always had another premonition about this pregnancy: that something was going to happen at week 30. I became 30 weeks pregnant on my 32nd birthday. When I woke up that morning, I felt cramping again. Stupidly I waited until the afternoon to say anything: I knew if I were to call the hospital I would have to go and I knew they would admit me. By 4 pm I realized that I really did need to call, and we went to the hospital. Once again I was in labor and this time I was 3 cm dilated. I was checked in and the doctors decided to put me on the magnesium sulfate, this time at a higher dose. I was also given another steroid shot with the hopes that we could delay the labor enough time to finish the rounds of steroids. Five minutes into the drug treatment, I vomited. The dose was decreased and after a short while it was increased again. Again, I vomited. I spent the next 24 hours unable to see or to move. I threw up a total of five more times. And I continued to contract. By 5 pm the next day I was 6 cm dilated and the contractions were increasing in frequency. I had to deliver the girls.
And Jason gowned up.
Tzelia Devorah was born at 6:10pm on December 7th
And her sister Meorah Linit was born at 6:11pm
I was sent to my room to recover from the spinal, and Jason went to the NICU to see the girls.
In total, I spent just over 2 months on bed rest, 18 days of which were in the hospital. Three episodes of severe bleeding. Six runs to either the emergency room or triage center in labor/delivery. Two episodes of pre-term labor but only one was able to be stopped.
These girls wanted to be born. Happy birthday ladies.