By Justine Caines
Majella Clare and Rosie Patricia – 6 December 2005
40 weeks + 1 (3kg & 3.1kg)
At 18 weeks I attended a routine GP appointment in order to have a blood screen and get a referral for an ultrasound (even though I had not decided if I was having one). I was planning another homebirth (all my 4 children have been born at home). These experiences have been the most exquisite of my life and I would only birth in hospital if proven to be absolutely medically necessary.
The GP asked if he could feel my belly and I agreed. He said I was presenting higher than my dates. I quickly replied that “I was certain of my dates” and he then said he would put the scanner on (which was a very small unit that I had not noticed at the end of the bed). ”Just as I suspected he said”. ”What?” I replied nervously fearing a problem. He then said, “See that little one” and although it was small and birdlike it was surprisingly clear. ”Yes” I said. He then moved the scanner to the left and said, “Well there´s another”. At this stage I believe I reinacted the shampoo commercial where the woman becomes hysterical. I left in a daze forgetting to pay or have my blood test! I already had 4 children and the idea of 6 aged 6 and under was a little daunting.
My pregnancy progressed without real incident. I was happy and healthy. I was quite nervous about growing 2 little people (I was confident about 1 but 2 was different). I had an anterior placenta and did not feel either baby until 22 weeks, and then one baby was far less active (due to the position of the placenta).
My plans for a homebirth were undeterred. I did however choose to have the 3 ultrasounds recommended by an Obstetrician I trusted, one at 20 weeks, 28 wks and 34 wks. This was the only interaction I had with medical care. We found that the babies each had their own sac which was a good thing (no chance of them entangling in each others cords). Like all our babies we chose not to find out their gender. The ultrasound also provided a crude weight estimate (as ultrasound is only accurate + or – 20%) but it was useful, as we knew the estimate was similar for each baby.
I put on very little weight and close to the end of my pregnancy felt that I was ‘all babies’. Despite some wonderful advice to rest everyday I was unable to do this (with 4 other children!). Perhaps stupidly our family also moved house when I was 35 weeks pregnant! Some of those close to me feared that this might bring on the babies. I was quietly confident and told them they needed to wait so they could be born in their home free of boxes and wait for their brothers and sister to calm down from the big move.
Sadly the greatest challenge was finding 2 midwives to support me to have twins at home. Unfortunately I also have the extra impediment of living in rural NSW. I needed to find 2 midwives that would travel to me and support my choice to birth twins at home. I did not find these 2 angels until I was 34 weeks pregnant. Betty Vella and Robyn Gasparotto not only had the courage to truly be ‘with woman´ they also drove 600 kms round trip for each visit. Well and truly beyond the call of duty I would say! When we all met I felt an instant calm and knew all would be fine.
By 38 weeks I thought I might meet by babies. Although I refuse to accept obstetric hysteria and fear mongering there is a pervasive view that few women get to 40 weeks with twins. Also it is a very common practice for women to be induced at 38 weeks. My midwives had faith however and were game enough to say they thought my body would grow these babies to 40 weeks!!! (My bladder heaved at this comment). My pregnancy was really beautiful, my back held up well and even the nagging symphis pubis pain of previous pregnancies was seldom felt. My bladder did however feel the pressure of the additional weight. I only got up once per night however (from about 30 wks).
Like many women I felt fed up and ready to give birth at around 38 and a half weeks. I had a lot of pressure on the cervix in these last weeks (obviously doing great preparatory work for labour). As I approached 40 weeks most people (other than my faithful midwives) were astounded I could ‘go this far! The mindset that twins come early is firmly ingrained. The fact that the vast majority of women giving birth in the system are pressured into unnecessary induction at 38 weeks gives weight to this perception!
On the Sunday evening we decided to watch a DVD, ‘Meet the Fockers´ (something I would never watch!!). I found it so funny that I believe I laughed my waters to breaking point! It was a hind water leak, but as I had also had a ‘show´ that day I called my midwives. They had to travel from Sydney (4hrs) and I wanted them to be with me in time. For someone who wanted a ‘sign´ to forewarn us, this proved to be it. Both midwives and my friend and doula, Margie Perkins arrived in the wee hours of the morning. I slept through their arrivals and woke at 8.30am feeling like a huge fraud, nothing had happened!!!
The next day was very hot and with 4 young children I knew nothing would happen in the day. Betty and Robyn did some wonderful reflexology, massaging the point in the foot for the uterus and massaging a relevant pressure point on the inside of the ankle. This worked well, giving me some nice tightenings. We shared a nice meal and all went to bed. My midwives were very confident that it would happen that night. On reflection this was a lovely time as Margie, Betty and Robyn got to meet and we all shared a day (kids included), before our babies arrived.
At 1.30am I awoke to the horn of the freight train passing through and a huge gush of waters. 15 minutes later my first contraction, and boy was it real. I only waited for another 2 before waking the three wise women. I was conscious that we needed to fill the pool and that would take an hour. As I predicted once labour started it really ‘kicked in´. Within 30 minutes I could feel our first baby moving right down and that pressure on my tail. I have birthed 4 children standing up and yet I have always wanted a waterbirth. When it came to labour I was not comfortable sitting or kneeling. I still clung to the water idea, as I so much wanted to ‘catch´ my own baby. Interestingly this time I found it very intense in my usually preferred standing position leaning on the kitchen bench.
As soon as the pool was nearly full enough to give birth I got in. The pain relief was amazing. I kneeled and lent over the side (the pool was semi rigid with a support ledge around it, perfect!) Our photo record reveals I was only in the pool for 7 minutes before B1 (Majella) arrived. To my astonishment I calmly placed my hand on her soft little head and felt her shoulders rotate before being