My birth story...by Leigh
During my pregnancy I'd breezed through everything. I did have a slightly high blood sugar count, but that probably was of my own making - I always did have a sweet tooth.
By the end of 36 weeks, I was getting to the end of my tether and ready for the boys to make their debut appearance, unfortunately I had to wait until 38.5 weeks. I was booked in for an induction on the Friday of my 38th week.
Unfortunately, due to the ward being busy, this was unable to happen for a little while and the waiting was killing me. It was Saturday afternoon and when they went to induce me it was discovered that I had dilated to 7cm, without me knowing. I guess the boys wanted to arrive in their own sweet time and not to the schedule the hospital had planned !
Thankfully, it looked like I was one of the lucky ones, I'd had no contraction pains at all and therefore didn't know a thing about it. At that point, everything took off.
The one thing that I had been dreading for the whole of the pregnancy, that epitomised the birth was the epidural. It had been strongly recommended that I have one ever since they said it was twins and that it would be better for me and the boys - just in case. The anaesthatist was called to put the epidural in. Unfortunately, this took quite a while to be done and it took about 6 attempts to place it and sitting scrunched up on a bed with one twin resting right under your ribcage and the other one making itself known by being in another uncomfortable position, is not exactly the most easiest of poses.
Once the epidural was in place, the worst thing was being confined to the bed and not being able to wander around. I would have given anything to do that. Everything seems to be a blur from then on, but after what seemed like a couple of hours, I was told that I could push - it really gets annoying when somebody is telling you to push and you can't feel what or where your supposed to be pushing. Unfortunately, things weren't going to plan and Dominic wasn't coming out as quick as they'd like and I was taken to theatre to have an assisted delivery. 
Dominic was born at 3.53am (7lb) by ventouse and Alexander arrived at 4.30am (6lb 10oz) by forceps, as he was a little more reluctant to leave the warm haven that he'd had for the nine months. My husband was great through it all, helping and encouraging me all the time. Alex needed a bit of help when he was born, and was given antibiotics for a few days, but we escaped from the hospital two days after the birth. Now Dominic and Alex are thriving at home and being absolute angels.
Leigh - Very proud mummy of Dominic and Alex born on 9th October 2005.
