The Twins

It’s been a wild ride!

Ok, so my last post was all about just being pregnant with twins. Well things got real once I hit 3rd trimester. I have wonderful friends and scheduled a bunch of playdates for Mr Bronson boy. I was taking about 2 naps a day. One after we dropped Bronson off, or had someone pick him up for the morning activity, and then one in the afternoon when he was doing quiet or screen time. Then it was getting dinner on the table and then going to bed shortly after Bronson was in Bed. Ben was picking up the slack all over the place with cleaning/cooking, taking care of the boy etc. I’m actually so grateful that he is doing contract work right now and his schedule is somewhat flexible. I have really needed him on this journey for so many reasons.

Nana J came on the 26th of May to start helping out, and help out she did! Both Ben and I needed an extra pair of hands around the house. Taking Bronson to activities, cleaning, cooking, and just overall helpful. It was been so nice having her here. We mainly stuck to a schedule for the day, then played card games or did a puzzle at night before going to bed.

I thought the twins might come on the 4th for some reason, but alas, June 4th came and went. It was a mental/physical/emotional marathon for me. I am 43, with twins and my body was at max capacity. I had a few friends invite me over to the pool for a swim which was super nice, but the problem was, it felt nice in the water, but when I got out, everything just hurt again like it did before.

Needless to say, we were all just hanging in there. My due date was June 12th which also came and went. Some friends started to get worried about me as most twins don’t make it to their due date but I still felt good about our plan. I had the thought that Bronson and I share a birthday on the 8th. Him in February, and me in June. I thought, how fun would it be if they came on the 15th so they could share a birthday with Blakely up in Heaven.

Well, things all started on the night of the 12th. Friday. I started to feel some contractions at night but nothing very painful. I even told Ben that they felt a little good. I experienced padromal labor with Blakely so this wasn’t anything new for me. Saturday night was more intense. I woke up for the contractions, breathed through them, and tracked them for about 5 hours to have them subside. So I knew something was happening but I had to be patient because Padromal labor can take a while.

I didn’t go to church on Sunday and of course people were asking about me. Ben said “she is having contractions but nothing too serious” as they never really got below 8. minuts apart. Side note: My contractions are super wonky… For every pregnancy they have been all over the place. Between 8-15 minutes apart. I never really think I am in active labor until they get around 6 minutes apart, then I know it’s go time.

Sunday night turned out to be a beast. My midwife said to just ignore the contractions until i’m buckled over in pain. But what no one took into consideration was… I have a crazy high pain tolerance. Well, all night I was dealing with contractions between 8-15 minutes apart. For those who know, you don’t go to the hospital or call the midwife until the 5-1-1 rule. Meaning, contractions are 5 minutes apart, for a minute long, for at least 1 hour.

I found that lying on my side, I couldn’t really take the pain of the contractions. I had to be on all 4s, on the ball, or in the chair to better deal with the pain. I wanted Ben to sleep because if he was going to be my birth partner, he needed rest so he could help me. So I didn’t wake him up for any reason.

About 6 in the morning Ben wakes up and asks about my night. I tell him I didn’t really sleep at all and was extremely tired. I asked him to come hang out with me while I took a bath and just tried to relax. Since my contractions were still weird, I didn’t think this was at all Labor. I was hoping a bath would either speed things up, or make them subside so I could rest.

Nana J took Bronson to a play group activity, and I sat in the chair and listened to music while dealing with the contractions that would come. I would lift myself up in the chair and wiggle my hips which seemed to help, then fall asleep in the chair.

Around 11:30 I decided I probably needed some food so I walked to the kitchen. I felt some pressure on my rectum which was different. I ate some nuts, and cranberry juice and then felt a contraction coming at the kitchen table. Ben saw what was happening and came behind me to lift up my stomach during the contraction. The relief literally brought me to tears. He sat at the kitchen table with me as I cried. I honestly was worried these wonky contractions would never go away and I would have to deal with another night of being woken up to pain. I was tired.

He asked “what do you need” and I asked if he could just be with me during the contractions and hold my hand. I think I was also tired from dealing with/being alone in pain. We go back to the room and I feel more pressure on my rectum. I decided I needed to be on all 4s with the exercise ball and decided to call the midwife. She called me back and said she was 40 minutes away but would send Bethany and Lara over to help. I sounded pretty calm on the phone and was worried/self conscious that they would come over and I would only be 4 cm dilated. All that being said, I felt the same pressure with Blakely and she came pretty quick.

Things started ramping up while waiting for the midwives to come over. I liked standing during contractions and then sitting/resting on the ball in between. The contraction before Bethany got there I felt my body starting to push. Bethany arrived and put her stuff down. Labor time is weird and I am not sure exactly how long she was there but the next contraction I said “Ben I need you” and he came over. I said ” I feel like I can push” and the midwife said “go for it!” I bared down and felt my pelvic floor expand. It didn’t feel like a head, but felt like something. The midwife said “I see the water sack, you are doing good!” The water broke and our little girl came into the world mission impossible style. The midwife caught her but I was worried she came so fast no one was expecting it and she might have fallen on the floor. She didn’t. Bethany caught her and we instantly hear a cry.

The next thing I saw was Ben holding a baby in a towel with a huge smile on his face cheering me on. The next contraction was my water breaking, and the next contraction little boy came into the world. It all happened so quick. From the time I realized I was in labor to both babies coming out felt like 15 minutes. Not sure how long I was, but it was my quickest and easiest birth. Standing while delivering, would highly recommend. Didn’t really tare at all. Just two small stitches on an excising tare and thats all.

Baby Girl
Born: 6.15.26 @ 12:49pm
Weight: 6.4 lbs
Length: 19.5 inches long

Baby Boy
Born: 6.15.26 @ 12:57pm
Weight: 7.6 lbs
Length:21 inches long

The midwife asked me if I was ok clamping the chord, or delaying. The girls chord broke on the way out, and I usually like to delay clamping so they threaded the baby through my legs and I laid back on the bed with the boy in my arms. It was awesome. I remember passing the placenta with my first 2 was hard, so I was surprised when both placentas came out at the same time easily.

I was done. I did it.

I was so relieved and excited. I kept saying “That was wild!” to the midwives as they cleaned things up.

Welcome to the world little ones. We are over the moon that you joined our family.