I simply cannot believe my baby boy is now THREE years old! My brain cannot compute this turn of events. It doesn’t seem that long ago that I brought you into this world, heard your cry, and gazed upon your sweet face for the first time. You looked…like Lennon…and like Juliette…yet somehow entirely different. Entirely your own person. You are Roland. We named you after the gunslinger in King’s Dark Tower book series. The name suits you, yet at the same time you are much too gentle and sweet to ever be a gunslinger.
You have the greatest little personality. You are silly. You make us laugh. You are INCREDIBLY smart. You speak like a tiny adult, and love to tell us all about outer space and the solar system. You are very social and make friends with other children quite easily. You are cooperative, a very good listener. You adapt amazingly well to change. You are generally easygoing, yet you know how to assert yourself when necessary. You love to follow what your older siblings and the older neighborhood kids are doing, yet I love that you have not grown up TOO quickly. You liked being “the baby” too.
But guess what, son? You aren’t the only baby in this family anymore. You have just become a BIG BROTHER…to not one, but TWO baby sisters! About two weeks ago, we had identical twin girls. They were born on July 1st, which means they share a birth month with you, and your older sister as well. Pretty cool!
At first, when we told you that we were expecting two babies, for a brief period, you didn’t want us to talk about the babies at all. Over time, you came around to the idea, and you were excited and would tell everyone that you were a big brother. You were rooting for two brothers, but instead you got two sisters. I guess one brother is enough for you!
When the babies came, I was so sad to have to leave you to stay in the hospital for a few days. I had never left you that long. You are so attached to me, and you love to snuggle with me at night. We have been working on getting you to sleep in your own big boy bed, with some success, but I was still worried about how you would do if I was away from you completely for several nights.
Amazingly, you did great! I think it’s because you are so smart and so mature. We told you that I would be gone for a few days, but I would be coming back, and you understood completely – something that I think a lot of young toddlers would struggle to understand. You did miss me though, so much. We did a few facetime calls, and your little face looked so sad when you said, “mommy, I want you.” My heart broke into a million pieces!
I have to tell you this story, because it was so sweet. I will never forget this, ever. When the babies were born, they were in the NICU, getting some help with their breathing, blood sugars, and learning to feed. Because of all this, we thought it would be best to bring the older kids up to the hospital first to meet the babies. So we did it one at a time, first Lennon, then Juliette, and then it was finally your turn. Like I said, you had been missing me like crazy! Daddy said you were so excited to come see me and meet your new sisters.
I was sitting in my hospital bed when you and Daddy walked in. You kept looking at me and then bashfully looking down. You came to me with genuine TEARS leaking out of your big brown eyes. You were so overcome with your emotions: love, relief, and gratitude. We hugged and I squeezed your little body, and you just sighed and melted into me. It was one of the most beautiful and memorable moments of my life. What two year old child would possess such a capacity for emotion that he would be moved to actual happy tears when reunited with his mother? I have never seen anything like it before. But then, I have never known a child like you before.
When I was pregnant with you, I felt that you were coming to teach me something. Oh, child. You have. You really have.
Thank you for being who you are. Thank you for being in my life. Thank you for being a part of our wonderful little (now big) family, our ka-tet. You are my little baby best friend. I hope you will let me snuggle you, squeeze your body, and wipe those emotion-filled tears from your chubby little cheeks awhile longer. I’m not quite ready for you to stop being my baby yet.
So, the twins are here! I will post a full birth story with lots of details and pics. But for now, I want to share something that I had posted on my personal facebook when the girls turned one week old:
One week ago, Magnolia and Sunflower were known simply as Baby A and Baby B. To my medical team, they were mono-di twins with IUGR. They had stopped growing due to placental failure, and needed to be born ASAP. They were risks.
To me, they were my daughters. I had not met them yet, but I knew them already. I loved them already.
I took this photo at 3:00 am. I had gotten up to begin getting ready to go to the hospital at 5:30 am and prep for surgery. I had not slept, that night or the night before.
I’d been given two rounds of steroid shots to help develop the babies’ lungs. The steroids had made me shaky, anxious, unable to rest, and had caused decreased movement from the babies, especially my sweet Magnolia, who had been the less active one all along.
I had laid awake in bed for two nights, prodding my daughters through this belly, trying to get them to move and show me they were alive. I was utterly consumed with worry, wondering if my team had made the right choice to wait two days and let the steroids work (now, looking back, I know that they had).
I found this pic while scrolling through my camera roll, looking at pics of the girls, as I always do while pumping milk for them. I stopped and stared at the mother in the photo, as if she were a stranger, and not me only one week prior.
Did she look scared?
She was exhausted. And she was SCARED. The fear was palpable, surrounding her, consuming her, but not breaking her.
I saw a quote recently that spoke to me. It was something like: “it’s ok to be afraid. Fear means you are about to do something very brave.”
So this was me, one week ago…
I’m a different person now.
Magnolia and Sunflower are no longer known as letters. They are my daughters. And I’m no longer consumed with fear.
We love this show in our house! Roland references the episodes often. I’ve been able to talk him down from a tantrum by asking what Daniel Tiger does when he gets frustrated, and then singing the song with him (“when you feel so mad that you wanna ROAR, take a deep breath, and count to four”).
When Juliette was Roland’s age, before she was very verbal, she would use bits of Daniel Tiger scripts or songs to communicate different needs or emotions, for example, singing the potty song to alert us that she had to go. We just had to pay attention to what she was scripting, and figure out the significance of it in her current situation.
I was reading something recently that described Daniel Tiger episodes as basically “social stories,” which, if you’ve never heard that term, are stories of a particular situation or activity, which include specific information about what to expect and/or how to behave in that situation, and why. I would definitely agree with that comparison.
In each Daniel Tiger episode, a different situation is introduced, for example, what should one do when a baby sibling messes up their toys, and then it’s reinforced repeatedly throughout the episode using a short, catchy song (“when a baby makes things different, find a way to make things fun!”) That’s just one example of many.
I’m truly not surprised to see that research shows that toddlers who watch Daniel Tiger have stronger social and emotional development. It has really helped my kids learn to navigate various social situations, and deal with big emotions. I would highly recommend this show for any small child, whether they are autistic or neurotypical.
I am now 32 weeks and 2 days pregnant. In the home stretch now! At my last OB appointment, we officially scheduled my c-section for July 15th, which means that now we have less than a month until we meet our babies! I can’t even believe it. There were parts of this pregnancy (like the entire first 16 weeks of non-stop nausea) that seemed to take forever, but mostly I feel like this has flown by. I feel like I was just lying on an ultrasound table being told there were two heartbeats (and I will never forget the shock of that moment!) and now here I am, getting ready to meet my identical twin daughters!
Twins are unpredictable – especially when they are sharing one source of blood flow and nutrients. My body could decide at any time that it has had enough. The placenta could start failing. The frequent, random contractions I have each day could become regular, signaling the start of “real” labor. The water bag around one baby could break. They could develop twin to twin transfusion, even this late in the game, or one baby could start lagging behind in growth. My doctors could decide that the babies are “better out than in.” We JUST DON’T KNOW what is going to happen. And that’s not an easy thing for someone like me to deal with. I’m not a fan of surprises. Unknown factors stress me out immensely. Having a scheduled date helps somewhat, but my gut feeling all along has been that I will not make it to that date. We will just have to wait and see what happens…
The twins have looked fantastic at my last few weekly ultrasounds. They have been passing their biophysical profile tests with perfect scores. It’s great to see them working on practice breathing, getting those little lungs ready to breathe the outside air. They visibly look bigger each week that we see them, and we can see how they are running out of room in there. Yet somehow, they are STILL flip flopping and changing their positions in there!
Their growth was measured at 31 weeks, and they were estimated to weigh 3 lbs 9 oz (Baby A) and 3 lb 10 oz (Baby B). I was so pleased to hear this, since at the last growth scan, Baby B had been 5.5% smaller than Baby A. Not only has she caught up, she’s now an ounce ahead of her sister! Of course, these measurements aren’t exact, but regardless I was very relieved to see their sizes back to being almost exactly alike. They will be measured again at 34 weeks, if we make it that far. By then they should be around 4.5 pounds each. It’s shocking to think that right now, I have more weight in babies inside me than I ever have before!
I’m definitely feeling “maxed out” in this body of mine. The babies are taking up every possible inch of space inside of me. Baby A’s head is firmly engaged in my pelvis, and I can literally FEEL the pressure of her head between my legs as I am walking around (which is as weird as you can probably imagine). I’ve got tiny baby feet so high up that I can feel them sticking out directly under my breasts. I have no idea how there is any room for any of my organs at this point. Where does the food go when I eat? Where does the air go when I breathe?! I legit don’t even know. Women’s bodies are AMAZING.
I am getting more exhausted and uncomfortable by the day, but I am holding on. Some days I get random bursts of energy, which I use to tackle my last few projects, like sorting cute little pink baby clothes, hehe. I’m so excited to dress up twin girls! 🙂
I’m trying to prepare the other kids for the arrival of their sisters. We’ve had a couple of difficult talks lately. I told them about the strong possibility of the babies needing NICU care, and what that might look like for our family. They were bummed that they wouldn’t be allowed into the NICU to hold the babies. We also talked about c-sections, in simple terms, and how mommy will need some time to recover from surgery.
Through the whole pregnancy, I have been making an effort to spend quality time with each of my kids separately. A fellow twin mom urged me to do this, way back when I first found out about my twins. I’m grateful for that advice. I feel that I have strengthened my relationships with each of my children, and hopefully this will help us when the babies arrive. I hope my kids will always know how special they each are to me.
I’m nervous about all the changes to come. Everything about our family will change. I’m trying to focus on the ways in which it will be enriching and rewarding. I don’t know how one can ever really be READY for the arrival of two babies at once, but I guess I am as ready as I’ll ever be? I hope? LOL
Here are some recent pics of the babies and I:
Image is 4 ultrasound photos collaged together, edited to remove my name. The two on the left are Baby A (one 2D profile pic, and one 3D pic of her face) and the two on the right are Baby B (both 3D photos of her face). I’m so in love with their full lips!
Today I am 29 weeks and 5 days pregnant with my twins. I’m thrilled to have made it this far! At this point, if the babies were to come early, they would have a greater than 90% chance of survival.
I am now having ultrasounds weekly. I see my MFM (high risk doc) weekly and my regular OB biweekly. At each weekly ultrasound, they are now doing biophysical profiles. They watch for each baby to make a certain amount of movements, and also practice their breathing, within a given amount of time. My first biophysical profile was last week, at 28 weeks. Baby A passed the test right away, but baby B didn’t pass, because we didn’t see her doing any practice breathing after watching for quite a long time. So they sent us to do a non-stress test, where they strap heartbeat monitors around my belly and graph the babies’ heartbeats for twenty minutes. That is no easy feat with twins. The babies kept moving away from the monitors, and kicking super hard against them. Eventually they got the info they needed, and we were able to go home.
I had another biophysical profile ultrasound at 29+1 weeks, and this time we saw both babies doing the breathing movements right away! I’m happy to see they are growing and maturing, doing exactly what they are supposed to be doing in there, preparing to meet us on the outside.
At each of these weekly ultrasounds, we’ve seen equal fluid measurements (they are usually in the range of 4-5), visible bladders, and strong heartbeats. No signs of Twin to Twin Transfusion Syndrome! At 28 weeks they measured the babies’ growth (something that gets done every 3-4 weeks) and estimated them at 2 lbs 8 oz (Baby A) and 2 lbs 5 oz (Baby B). The last two times they had been measured, they were both exactly the same size, but I expected at some point we would start to see some variation. This was a 5.5% weight discordance, which is really quite low. My MFM was not concerned at all. Hopefully we won’t see Baby B continuing to fall behind in growth, which can indicate unequal placental sharing.
At this point now, almost two weeks later, the babies are probably around 3 pounds each, which means I’ve got more baby in me right now than I did with 5 lb 12 oz Lennon (or possibly, 6 lbs 1 oz Juliette) at full term! Not to mention one massive placenta that could weigh up to 4 pounds, and two sacs of fluids! I never thought I could carry so much in this small body of mine, but somehow, I am doing it. And we’ve got a lot more growing to do!
I’m definitely feeling the affects of carrying all this weight out in front of me. I am carrying quite high, which makes it really difficult to eat large amounts of food in one sitting. I have to graze throughout the day. I often feel as though I can’t breathe. All my organs are being squished!
I’ve said this before, but being pregnant with multiples is not easy. In fact, it’s more difficult than I even imagined. Now, toward the end, I’m not just exhausted from my energy and nutrients being depleted in order to grow two babies, I’m physically uncomfortable too. My body just HURTS. All over. All the time. Just walking short distances gives me contractions. Leaning over the bathtub to bathe my kids is a nightmare. Getting out of bed is ridiculous. Forget about leaning over to put on socks or shoes! LOL
I get very discouraged some days. But I am really trying to stay positive. My babies are still alive. They are growing and sharing well. I am so incredibly thankful for how well things have gone so far, especially after seeing so many losses in mo-di twin pregnancy groups. We are very, very fortunate. ❤ ❤
Oh, speaking of being fortunate, this reminds me that I have a couple other things to update y’all on. I haven’t talked about my E antibody situation for awhile. That’s because it hasn’t been an issue thus far into the pregnancy. My blood titers have been tested once per month, and beginning at 28 weeks, we will now be doing this every two weeks. At each titer check so far, my E level has been “undetectable,” basically lower than 1:1. We would only be concerned about the babies becoming dangerously anemic if my E levels were to climb to 1:16 or greater. So, either the babies do not carry the E antigens (which they have a 50/50 chance of carrying), or my immune system just isn’t attacking the E antigens if they are present. Either way, good news so far!
Another potential issue had cropped up. I had been having occasionally itchy palms. I figured it was just some weird, random pregnancy thing (of which there are many), but I finally googled it, and found out that it can indicate a potentially dangerous liver disease called cholestasis. It is relatively rare, but having multiples increases your risk of developing cholestasis. I had to fast and do two blood tests. The first, a liver panel screening, came back with two numbers (albumin and total protein) out of range (low), so I was a bit concerned. However, the second test, a bile test, came back normal, which means I do NOT have cholestasis, yay! My OB says the albumin and protein being lower than normal is typical of pregnancy, and basically just means that the babies are taking some of my nutrients. He said that with twins, he would actually expect these numbers to be even lower, so I must be doing fairly well, nutritionally. He said that being pregnant with twins means you are putting your body into starvation mode for several months. It’s nearly impossible to eat enough to keep up with the babies’ needs and your own, and of course, the babies will always take what they need first. Little parasites! Cute little parasites, though. LOL
We had her IEP meeting today. She no longer qualifies for any special education services. I suspected that would be the result, and came in ready to fight for her.
There was really nothing to fight for. They are right. She’s doing AMAZING. Next year she’ll be in full day Montessori kindergarten, and I have no doubt she’ll do wonderfully, mainstreamed with no IEP. Her teachers have gotten to know her, and they love her. They will provide individualized support, regardless if it’s mandated by a document or not.
This girl, at two years old, barely responded to her name. She only spoke in a few scripted phrases. She was way behind her peers in speech and social skills.
Now, at nearly 6, she scored a perfect 100% on her PALS academic testing, something her teachers have never seen before. In speech and language evaluations, she tested at the level of 6.5-7 years old. The SLP tried a higher level social communication assessment, just out of curiosity, and she scored at the 4th grade level!
She is a leader in the classroom, an example for the rest of the children. She handles social conflicts with grace and maturity well beyond her years. Academically, she’s ridiculously bright. She has this wonderful, unexpected, contagious enthusiasm for life.
I thought I’d leave the meeting today filled with anger if they tried to take away her services. But I don’t feel that way at all. All I am filled with is overwhelming gratitude and pride.
She would not be where she is today if I hadn’t made a phone call to Early Intervention when she was two, my voice shaking with fear as I described how my daughter was “different,” which started us down the road to an autism diagnosis at three, two years of special needs preschool, and hours of therapy. She has had so many wonderful people helping and supporting her along the way.
Look how far she has come.
I am so proud. I can’t hold back my tears.
I am so proud of my smart, wonderfully different, absolutely perfect baby girl.
As of today I am 25 weeks pregnant with my little twincesses!
I had meant to post an entry right at 24 weeks, because that is a huge pregnancy milestone: viability! What this means is that if the babies were to be born prematurely, they would have decent odds of survival. Most hospitals will not even resuscitate a baby born prior to 23-24 weeks, because their chances of survival are so low. I’ve seen different viability statistics from various sources, but it appears that a baby born at 24 weeks has somewhere between a 40-70% chance of survival. I’d been counting down the days until we reached 24 weeks, because our chances of ending this pregnancy with two live babies in our arms would increase.
At 24 weeks 1 day, I saw my MFM for our biweekly ultrasound. Not only would they be checking for signs of Twin to Twin Tranfusion Syndrome, but this time they would be measuring the babies’ growth (something that they do every 4 weeks), and doing a fetal echocardiogram to look closely at their hearts.
We had my favorite ultrasound tech, who is also one of the midwives. She has known me through my previous three pregnancies, and always made a point to come see my babies while we were in the hospital. I love chatting with her when she does my ultrasounds. This time, she began by doing the echocardiogram. She first looked at Baby A’s heart, then Baby B’s. I was watching closely, since I’d had a feeling something was “different” about Baby B’s heart somehow. This time though, I did not see anything that looked distinctively different from Baby A’s heart, and the tech assured me that she hadn’t seen any problems with either baby. That was a huge relief!
She checked the deepest vertical pockets of fluid around each baby. This time they were 6.8 and 4, which is the biggest fluid discordance we have seen so far, but not a big concern. TTTS is diagnosed when one DVP measurement goes lower than 2 and the other goes higher than 8, so we were well within the safe range.
Next, she measured the size of the babies. This is done by taking measurements of head circumference, abdominal circumference, and femur bones, then averaging those numbers to get an estimate of gestational age and weight. All of the measurements were within a few days of the babies’ actual gestational age. I noted that both babies had heads that measured larger than their gestational age, and both babies had femur bones that measured smaller than their gestational age. This means they will most likely be built like all my other kids: with short little legs, and big brains. LOL!
Both babies were estimated to weigh 1 lb 6 oz each. According to the weight charts for gestational ages of twins, the average size for 24 week twin babies is 1 lb 7 oz, so my babies are pretty much right on track! I was thrilled to see that they were measuring exactly the same size, which indicates that they are sharing their one placenta well so far. Twins practically never weigh exactly the same at birth, so I expect as I get further along we will start to see slight variation.
After a great ultrasound, the MFM came in to talk with us. He was wearing a mask and losing his voice, so we talked only briefly. He again told me that my daughters look “perfect.” When describing their growth, he said “Baby A is 1 lb 6 oz, and Baby B is….1 lb 6 oz. You can’t get any better than that!” So I left feeling like a rock star mom, with rock star twins. I can’t even describe the feelings of pure relief and elation that follow a good appointment.
The following Monday, I saw my regular OB, whom I have been seeing once per month. I had to do my glucose tolerance testing, which is always a chore. This test requires you to drink a bottle of “glucola,” which is like a very syrupy, sweet, flat soda. Then you have to wait exactly one hour, and get your blood drawn to test your blood sugar levels. Basically they want to see how well your body can process sugar. In my past pregnancies, I had always passed this test with flying colors, but gestational diabetes is more common with twins. I just got my results today, and I did, in fact, pass, so luckily I do not have gestational diabetes.
After I had my blood drawn for the glucose test, I met with Dr. Northshore. First he measured my uterus, which was apparently measuring 32 weeks – at only 24 weeks! He then checked the babies heartbeats, and based on location, confirmed that Baby A was still vertex (head down) and Baby B was still breech (head up). Of course, I knew this, since Baby B’s head is constantly pressed against my right ribs! The OB had reviewed my ultrasound records from the MFM, and also complimented me on how well my babies are growing and how well they are sharing with each other.
I had a discussion with Dr. Northshore about something the midwife had flippantly mentioned during my ultrasound. She’d said that if the babies come early, they will need to go to a different hospital that has a level 3 NICU. I hadn’t realized that the “special care nursery” at my hospital isn’t technically a NICU.
The OB said that the special care nursery can take care of babies that are born 34 weeks or later. If the babies come prior to 34 weeks, they will need to transfer to the other hospital location, in a larger city about 30 minutes away. Or, if we know ahead of time that they will need to come earlier, I should actually go straight to the other hospital and deliver them there. Unfortunately, in that scenario, they would be delivered by a different OB that I have never met….no bueno. I don’t deal well with changes, or surprises. I would much rather have my twins delivered by my OB, whom I have gotten to know and trust.
This is just yet another unknown, in an entire pregnancy of unknowns…
I’ve now made it my personal goal to make it to 34 weeks, so I can stay at my familiar hospital, with the doctors and midwives that I love. I mean, I’ve always had every intention of trying to keep the babies in until as close to 36 weeks 6 days as possible, but now I have a milestone in my head. I simply MUST make it to 34 weeks. We shall see what happens! Dr. Northshore urged me to try not to worry about things I cannot control at this time, so I am trying to take that advice.
This pregnancy has been such a rollercoaster. I’m prone to anxiety by nature. I’m also a huge information gatherer. From the day I found out I had two babies inside me, I have been relentlessly researching. The statistics on monochorionic twins (identical twins that share one placenta) are scary, to say the least: 13% of monochorionic twin moms experience the loss of at least one baby by 24 weeks, 15-20% of monochorionic twins develop potentially fatal TTTS, monochorionic twins have ten times the rate of congenital heart defects, 34% of monochorionic twins have at least one fetus with interuterine growth restriction, roughly 85% of mono-di twins require NICU care. So far, my twins have been doing incredibly well and defying all odds, but still….I worry.
As time goes on, and I gather more good appointments and ultrasounds under my belt, the worries lessen…a little. Now that my babies have reached viability, I feel slightly more confident that I will give birth to two live babies. If any problems arise, like the sudden onset of TTTS, or interuterine growth restriction, I trust that my medical team will know when it’s safer to deliver the babies than for me to keep them in. Unfortunately, I know all too well that twins can be lost at any point in a pregnancy. Unexpected double stillbirths are common. I see these situations every day in the mono-di twin groups, and they are heartbreaking.
In addition to these worries, as my pregnancy progresses, other worries are popping up. It’s becoming more “real” – I am going to have TWO BABIES. I will have to deal with two newborns crying simultaneously….plus 3 other children. I will have to learn to tandem nurse. The logistics of everything, just getting two babies – plus the other kids – out to the car, how should I do this? What about shopping trips? What about doctor’s appointments? What about all the running around I do every day, to take the older kids to school, therapy, IEP meetings, extracurriculars? It will all be complicated by two babies. Simply put – I AM SCARED.
I know that I will figure it all out somehow. We will eventually settle into a routine, a crazy, hectic, never not busy routine. But man, it’s going to be HARD. I will cry many tears. I will wonder why me? I will be beyond exhausted. But I will also be surrounded by the love of my husband and our five beautiful children.
I hope that love will carry me through the hard times. I hope I won’t fall into post-partum depression. My family needs me at my best.
But there I go again…worrying about things that I have no control over right now. *sigh*
Let’s think happy thoughts. How about some pictures?!
Here are my babies at 22 weeks. We got great shots of each baby’s face at that ultrasound, and I love that they already look so much alike!
And here are the babies at 24 weeks. It is getting much harder to get good pictures, since they are already getting quite squished together in there!
And now, the ever-growing twin belly! Since I am measuring 32 weeks, just for fun, I wanted to compare to how I looked at 32 weeks with my last baby. Pretty close to the same size, but maybe just a tiny bit higher this time. I am a little scared of how big I am going to get by 36 weeks – EEEEEK!
I’m twenty weeks along now, which for most pregnancies, signals the halfway point to full term. However, since mono-di twins should be born by 36 weeks 6 days, the official halfway point for me was at 18 weeks 3 days. It’s so strange to think that I am more than halfway done already! It’s gone by quickly….yet slowly.
At 20 weeks into my other pregnancies, I felt absolutely fantastic. The nausea was gone, I had tons of energy, my belly was still quite small , and I had minimal aches, pains, or complaints. When I was pregnant with Roland, I was a server at Red Lobster, which was an extremely physical job, lots of rushing around and lifting heavy trays. There is NO WAY I could even consider working like that during this pregnancy.
Being pregnant with multiples is truly a whole new ball game. Before this experience, I figured being pregnant with twins would be somewhat harder, simply due to getting so much bigger toward the end. But I did not realize the toll that growing two babies takes on your body. It just takes EVERYTHING you have to give, all your resources, all your energy. Interestingly, I have met several mothers online who have previously had di-di twins and are now pregnant with mono-di twins, and they’ve all said that their mono-di pregnancy was much more difficult physically, even compared to another type of twin pregnancy. It’s something about that ONE placenta that has to do the work of nourishing TWO babies.
It’s been very humbling to experience my physical limitations. I’m only 20 weeks. I am not that huge yet; it’s not size related. It doesn’t seem like it should be this hard yet. Doing absolutely ANYTHING makes me just utterly EXHAUSTED. I walked around Target for an hour the other day to set up a baby registry, and afterwards my entire body hurt and I was just bone tired. When I do household chores, I need to take a break and lie on the couch, sometimes for hours, before I can even think about doing anything else. My back aches, and my hips throb all the time. My uterus feels heavy, and I have a lot of pelvic pressure.
Granted, I’m considerably older than I was 9 years ago when I was pregnant with my first child. And I was also recovering from a fractured L1 vertebra when I fell pregnant with twins. So I guess I should cut myself some slack. I mean, come on Amber. Did you think this would be EASY?! haha
Besides the ever-increasing physical discomforts, things are going extremely well. The babies have had visible bladders and well balanced fluid levels at my last two ultrasounds, meaning there are still no signs of Twin to Twin Transfusion Syndrome (the biggest danger to monozygotic twins, and my biggest fear).
I had my 20 week anatomy scan a few days ago. I was advised that it could take two hours or more, since they have to check every single part of two babies. Lying flat on your back for that long can cause some mothers to pass out, but luckily I didn’t have any issues. It actually did not take that long, since both babies were very mellow and cooperative for all the measurements. The ultrasound tech said they were the “best behaved twins she’s had in a long time.” All I could think was, “PLEEEEEASE let that continue after they are born!” LOL
The tech was one of the midwives that I’ve had for my first three pregnancies. She loves me and is so excited for me. I always enjoy getting her for my ultrasounds because she’s so friendly and enthusiastic, and takes the time to try to get cute pictures for me. I’m sure once the babies come, the midwives will come up and see us in the hospital, which will be wonderful. I’m hoping they will provide support with breastfeeding, which I may need. There will surely be a learning curve with tandem nursing two newborns! I love that although I am not actually under the midwives’ care for this pregnancy, they still want to be involved. I walk into my appointments and feel like a celebrity. All the nurses and midwives want to talk to me as I walk by their desks. It’s super fun!
This midwife/sonographer made the anatomy ultrasound very enjoyable. I watched the screen, mesmerized and amazed, as always, to see two babies. Each time, it hits me all over again. I AM REALLY HAVING TWINS. THERE ARE REALLY TWO IN THERE. It still feels surreal!
I watched as she checked the positioning of the babies. This time, they were both head down, with their heads both extremely low, so it took her a moment to figure out which was Baby A. She was on my left with her head just slightly closer to my cervix than Baby B’s. The two girls were face to face and appeared to be snuggling one another. It was literally the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.
The babies are separated only by a paper thin membrane, so wispy that we can rarely even see it on ultrasound. They can easily reach out and touch each other through it. They can interact together in the womb much more than di-di twins, which are separated by both their amniotic sacs and their separate chorions, which form a much thicker, multi-layered barrier.
I let my mind drift for a bit, thinking about how amazing it is that these babies have been interacting with each other in the womb since day one. My other babies were completely alone in there, but these babies have always had a womb-mate. I wonder if that ability to begin their lives interacting with another human being influences their brain development somehow? It’s interesting to consider.
I snapped out of my lucid daydreaming once I realized the tech was beginning to inspect all of Baby A’s little parts. I watched as she measured the head circumference, belly circumference, and leg bones, paying close attention to the estimated gestational age shown at the bottom of the screen. I was 20 weeks 1 day pregnant, so I was hoping the measurements would be calculated in that range, which would indicate that the babies’ growth is on track for their gestational age. All of Baby A’s measurements were between 19 weeks 5 days and 20 weeks 3 days, so it seemed to me that the average would be on target for 20 weeks 1 day.
I watched as she recorded Baby A’s organs: stomach, kidneys, bladder, etc. She looked at the femurs and the lower legs, the feet, the arms, the hands, making sure she had 5 fingers including a thumb. She looked closely at the heart, noting that it has four chambers, and recording a heart rate of 148. She looked at where the cord inserts into the baby’s abdomen, and also where the cord inserts into the placenta. Typically, the cord will insert right into the middle of the placenta, but sometimes with mono-di twins, because two cords have to insert into the same placenta, one or both will have a “marginal cord insertion” which mean it’s attached on the outer edge rather than in the middle, which can lead to slower growth. It appeared that both my babies’ cord insertions were toward the middle, which was great to see. They also each have a 3 vessel cord (a 2 vessel cord can also lead to slower growth). These were questions I’d been wondering about, and I was able to get the answers just by careful observation during the ultrasound.
After she finished with Baby A, she did the same thing again with Baby B. Again, all parts and organs were accounted for. This may just be my anxiety and paranoia talking, but at the last two ultrasounds, I thought something looked slightly different about Baby B’s heart. I don’t know….the shape of it, or the way in which the chambers were moving while it was beating? No one has expressed any concern, and Baby B was also noted as having a four chamber heart, with a heart rate of 153, so all appeared to be good. I will have a fetal echocardiogram at 24 weeks, which is a special ultrasound to look specifically at the babies’ hearts. I will be watching closely at that echo for my own peace of mind that Baby B’s heart is functioning properly. Monozygotic twins have ten times the rate of congenital heart defects (reason unknown, perhaps something to do with the egg splitting process?) so this is a big concern of mine.
But for now, all appeared completely normal and no problems were noted. The midwife informed me that both babies were estimated to weigh 12 oz, which is the 44th percentile, and a good size for twins. I later found a growth chart for gestational ages of twins, and the average size for twins at 20 weeks is 11.6 oz., so my babies seem to be growing quite well. The fact that they are both exactly the same size is really great news!
After the ultrasound, Jacob and I met with the MFM (high risk doctor) to go over the ultrasound results. He entered the room, and said, “Your daughters are perfect.” It was a powerful moment for me, because the MFM is a very serious man who does not mince words. He would not say this if there was even a glimmer of any issue right now. He said that so far, we are making his job easy. Everything looks literally perfect, the babies’ growth and their fluid levels are even. They seem to be sharing their placenta quite well.
I left the hospital feeling like my feet were not even touching the ground. I felt giddy with happiness and an overwhelming sense of relief, knowing my babies are ok, at least right now. The next ultrasound will be in two more weeks, at 22 weeks.
Now for the best part: PICTURES! We got amazing pictures of our babies this time. I could not believe the detail we were able to see in their perfect little faces at only 20 weeks gestation! Since both babies were head down and facing each other, we got priceless shots of them cuddling and hugging one another. ❤ ❤
So, I didn’t want to jinx it, but I think I can safely say my nausea is finally better! The day I hit 16 weeks, I noticed I didn’t feel nauseous at all that entire day, and the pattern continued the next day, and the next. I’ve been slowly weaning off of Diclegis (prescription strength unisom + B6 that I was taking 4 pills of daily just to take the edge off, so I could make it through my days). I am so happy to be feeling better! I was really struggling from 5 weeks to 16 weeks. I was sick during my pregnancy with Juliette until 16 weeks as well, but this time was literally twice as bad. I’ve had a sneaking suspicion that the similarities between my pregnancy with Juliette and this one could mean that I’m carrying twin girls…
And apparently, I was right!
We found out the sex of the babies at my first of many biweekly ultrasounds to monitor the babies for Twin to Twin Transfusion Syndrome. The riskiest time for developing TTTS is between 16-28 weeks, and I was nervous to be entering that phase of my pregnancy.
Luckily, there were no signs of TTTS! Both babies were active with strong heartbeats (150 and 143 bpm, respectively). Both babies’ bladders were visible (an undetectable bladder is indicative of TTTS). Their fluid levels were both 4. A high discordance between the fluid levels is a sign of TTTS, for example, if one was 2 and the other was 9. Both their fluids being exactly the same level is a very good sign! So far, everything with this pregnancy has been almost “textbook perfect.” Of course, my anxiety likes to rear its ugly head and tell me that everything is TOO perfect and something is bound to go horribly wrong…
For now, I am just reveling in the afterglow of a wonderful MFM appointment. My babies are doing great in there! Here are some pictures of my sweet baby girls:
And here is my most recent belly picture, at 16 weeks. I don’t see any real difference between my belly size at 14 weeks and 16 weeks, but I certainly FEEL like I am growing every day! I think by the time I take my next picture at 18 weeks, there will be a big difference. My fundus was measuring 21 weeks at 16 weeks, so I am definitely bigger than I would be if I were carrying a singleton baby!
One thing that is starting to concern me is my weight gain – or lack thereof. Early on, when I was so sick and could not stomach anything except Mrs. Grass soup and toast, I lost some weight. Around 12 weeks, even though I was still very sick, I started to feel more hungry and was able to eat more. I started gaining the weight back. At my 16 week MFM appointment, I was up to a total weight gain of 2 lbs. This morning I saw my regular OB for a quick checkup, and found out I had lost another pound, which means I have gained a grand total of 1 lb. In a normal, low risk singleton pregnancy, this would not be a big deal whatsoever. But with twins, it’s much more important to gain a considerable amount of weight. I should be gaining 1.5 pounds per week. For someone with my petite stature, I should shoot for a total weight gain of 40-50 pounds. I’ve gained anywhere from 17-21 lbs with each of my singletons, so I should at least double those gains this time. Studies have shown that for twin moms who gain the majority of their weight during the first half of the pregnancy, the twins end up larger and with much better outcomes. According to the American Pregnancy Association, “If a mother of twins gains 24 pounds by the 24th week of pregnancy, she reduces her chance of preterm labor.” Now, my OB and MFM have not voiced concern over my weight – yet. But it’s definitely something that is weighing on MY mind. The nurse who weighed me today made an offhand comment that I had lost weight and I should eat more. Sooo, I left the appointment and got a McDonald’s breakfast sandwich, haha!
But don’t worry, I’m not eating fast food and junk all the time! I’ve actually become quite conscious of what I’m putting into my body. The single most important aspect of a twin mom’s diet is PROTEIN. I’ve read some differing info on the topic, but the general consensus seems to be that 150-175 grams of protein per day is a good goal to shoot for. That is A LOT. I don’t think I have ever consumed that much protein in a day, in my entire life, before this pregnancy. I am focusing on high protein snacks: hard boiled eggs, nuts, cheese (this one’s not hard for me to do, obviously!), yogurt, apples or bananas with peanut butter. I’m addicted to this string cheese that I get in a giant bag from Costco. They contain 6 grams of protein each, and I will sit and eat 4-5 in a row. I eat protein bars that contain 20 grams each. I’m eating burgers and steaks, chicken, any kind of meat I can get my hands on. Normally I survive on cheese and carbs, so this is different for me. Hopefully this will all pay off, and I will start piling on the pounds soon and have two big babies! I never thought I would look forward to gaining 40+ lbs in a matter of a few months, LOL.
I am looking forward to my next MFM appt next week, when I will be 18 weeks pregnant. Hopefully we will hear good news again of no signs of TTTS!