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14 and pregnant with twins

Me and my boyfriend had been together for 2 years and we finally decided to have sex. We did use a condom but somehow I still got pregnant. The pregnancy was fine but my bump was VERY big! I was going for a scan the next day with my boyfriend and they doctor confirmed I was having twins!! We were both ecstatic!

When I was 8 1/2 months pregnant, I got a lot of short, sharp pains. I called the midwife and she told me to go to the hospital as soon as possible. My boyfriend drove us there are we went straight to the delivery room. The midwife told us that I was 9cm dilated!! I had only been in labour for 1 1/2 hours!!

Before I knew it the nurse was telling me to push. After 30 minutes of pushing, my first baby was born. It was a girl weighing 6.5oz. We named her Lily. After another 15 minutes of pushing, another baby was born. It was also a girl weighing 6.7oz.

We named her Lana. I was so proud of my baby girls and so was my boyfriend. I am 18 now and the girls are 4. Me and my boyfriend Jamie are getting married in 5 months and we are also expecting our third child!

We can’t wait and Jamie has been brilliant. My girls were well worth the pain xxx


Emma

first time birth

When I found out I was pregnant I was scared and excited all at once. I always wanted kids but at 19 I felt it was too young. My boyfriend was excellent; he did everything for me while I was pregnant.

By the time I was 27 weeks I was so big I couldn’t drive or even tie my shoes and the thought of another 13 weeks like that petrified me.

At 34 weeks, Daniel (my boyfriend) was out of town for a few days when I started bleeding. I was petrified that I would loose the baby. Luckily everything was ok.

At 38 weeks I woke in the middle of the night, with a strange feeling, I tried to go back to sleep but I couldn’t sleep I was too uncomfortable and kept needing the loo. I was getting cramps similar to what you get with your period so I thought nothing of it and went to bed. I managed to fall asleep for about 30 mins when I woke up I felt dizzy and light headed. I decided I better go to the hospital so I woke Daniel.

When I got to the hospital a doctor examined me and asked me when did my waters break, when I said it didn’t they were shocked as there was no fluid around the baby.

I didn’t realize how dangerous this was until they informed me I’d have to have an emergency cesarean section. I was gutted; I so wanted to give birth naturally but the baby's health was more important. At 4 am I went into the theater and it was really quick after that, 15 minutes later my beautiful daughter Chloe was born, with her cord wrapped around her neck 3 times!!!

Her breathing was a little off as a result and had to be put in the ICU but today she’s a healthy happy 2 year old, she 's the love of our life and we are now expecting our second child in 6 weeks.... can’t wait and hopefully will have a natural birth


emma

Mother of 2 Boys at 19

My pregnancy was pretty straightforward. I was 16. I was due 30th August 2004. Anyway it was 5am, 25th August 2004, 17 and a couple of months by this time. I kept getting up to go to toilet every 10-15min. 8am I rang my midwife and she said she'd be there by lunchtime.

My boyfriend only found out I was in labor when he heard me on the phone to the midwife. We went around to his mums so I could have a bath as we didn’t have one. And when I got out his mum timed my contractions, they were 5mins apart an lasting about 50sec. 10am I went home an rang the midwife again as I couldn’t handle the pain any longer!!

She was on her way and I just wanted to get to the hospital but had to wait on her. She finally got there and checked me, I was 8cms dilated already. I had to get to the hospital. When I got there it was 11am and I had the gas straight away. I spewed from the gas but I kept having it as it was easing the pain. 1:45 I was fully dilated and was told to sit on the toilet to try push and pop my waters. One little push and I felt a big gush come out. My waters had broken. Now I was ready to go back to the bed and push. I pushed for an hour. Liam Stanley was born at 2.40pm 8lb 2oz. 53cms long. I needed 3stiches as I had a little tear where Liam got me with his fingernail on the way out.

2nd BIRTH!!!

I was 18. Liam was just over 1year old and I wanted another baby! September 05' I went off the Depo and started trying for another baby. Wasn’t till March 06' I got pregnant I was so excited!!! I was due 5th December 06' I would've been 19 by then.

21st November I started having contractions. Started off about 20mins apart. When they got to about 7mins apart I went and had a shower to get all washed up so I was ready to go to the hospital. Well everything stopped after that. Wasn’t till the next day I woke up and went to the toilet a there was blood. I rang my midwife and was told to meet her at the hospital. I did and she checked me and I was 4-5cms dilated.

I stayed there and my labor wasn’t progressing, as baby was posterior. At about 3:30pm midwife decided to pop my waters to speed things up. Well it was full on from there. Midwife checked me again and I was 8-9cms dilated so she went to do something and my boyfriend went to get a drink.

I only had my student midwife with me and I suddenly had the urge to push. So I just pushed and my midwife came running in asking where my boyfriend was because he was going to miss the birth. 4:50pm after a couple of pushes Bailey Gordon was born 7lb 13oz and 51cms long. My boyfriend just made it back to the room for the birth!

I am now the proud mother of a 2 1/2 year old boy and a 4month old boy.

I love you my boyz.


Johanna

Giving birth the third time around

It was 2am Thursday morning; a week before David would actually arrive. I woke up from a dream about another person giving birth to contractions that were coming about every six minutes. I woke my husband up. He called my doctor who told me to wait until I was really uncomfortable before going to the hospital.

I took a shower and finished packing my bag. I was scared, happy, and anxious and many other emotions all mixed into one. The contractions weren't coming as fast and I told my husband there was no rush and we could safely wait at home and get our other kids off to school. By about 10am I was only having about 1 or two small contractions. I realized then that I probably wasn't in labor. We went to my scheduled doctor's appointment the next day and found out that I was only a fingertip dilated. I couldn't believe it. I was so sure I was in labor the previous day.

The next four days were long and I felt edgy and restless. On Monday, I felt queasy. I didn't really want to be around anybody. My emotions were getting the best of me and I really just wanted to sleep. That night began as sleepless like so many other nights. I was used to only two or three hours by that point and was just thankful for any meaningful sleep I could get. I woke up again at around 2am. I ran to the bathroom and realized I was slightly bleeding.

When I was walking back to bed, I felt a contraction, much like the ones I was having a few days ago. I could only think, here we go again, and tried going back to sleep. The pains were coming about ten minutes apart, sometimes a little more, sometimes less. Nothing was very consistent about them other than the fact that they were there. I told my husband to go to work because I wasn't getting my hopes up and didn't think this was it.

After my youngest got on the school bus, I went grocery shopping. I had a contraction at the deli and I just remember not really wanting anybody to talk to me. I felt like I was in a different world or something. I had another painful contraction on the way home from the store and realized why they say not to drive when you're in labor. I was petrified that the contractions would stop and I started doing whatever I could to keep them going. I took my dog over to the park and walked up a gigantic hill. I read somewhere that hill walking can start things moving.

I think it worked because after the walk, my contractions became regular at about 8 minutes apart. They were becoming incredibly painful and I called my doctor who told me to head up to the hospital at any time. I couldn't believe. I was actually in labor. I called my husband and told him he better get home but not to rush. I thought I had plenty of time and I wanted to see my two boys to say goodbye before we went up.

By the time my kids got off of the bus, I knew we should really be going. It was becoming difficult to cope with the pain and I was getting worried we wouldn't make the 25 minute trip to the hospital. When we finally arrived, my husband grabbed a wheel chair and we went to admitting. I was in a lot of pain by that point. We then tried to find our way down the unmarked hallways and up to the labor and delivery area. As soon as the elevator doors opened, it was a whirlwind.

As soon as we go into the room, the nurse told me to change into a hospital gown. She then checked me and said I was 6 centimeters with a bulging bag of water and that it wouldn't be long. It was 4:30 pm. She ran out of the room and yelled, "Admit her" and four other nurses came scurrying in. There was a flurry of activity around me and I became incredibly anxious. They put the IV's in me and started asking me tons of questions.

I was really in shock too because I thought I would have plenty of time before the baby came. My other labors progressed so slowly that they became a waiting game. My contractions were about every 3 minutes by that point and my legs started to tremble. I was so scared that I wouldn't be able to have an epidural. My nurse told me that I was in transition and that the anesthesiologist was on his way up. My husband was by my side holding my hand as my contractions were coming harder and harder.

Finally he arrived and started my epidural. For some reason I started feeling sick to my stomach as he was putting it in but I think it was from the intense pain from my contractions more than anything else. Suddenly I heard a click and felt a gush of water. My water had broken as he was giving me an epidural and was gushing all over the nurse's feet and onto the floor. I couldn't believe it. All I kept thinking was that I better not pass out too! He finished and I was finally lying back down.

All of my pain was gone. The nurse told me to call for her when I feel the urge to push and they left me and my husband alone in the room. I finally could finally relax, or at least try to. I was still feeling a little anxious. My husband and I had bets going on what time the baby would actually get here. He said 7:11, his favorite numbers. I was still in denial and said 11:11 thinking I had much more time.

Suddenly I felt the urge they told me about and needed to push more than anything. The nurses checked me and said I was ready and soon my doctor came in and instructed me how to push. It's amazing that even though I've done this before, I forgot absolutely everything! Pushing was intense and I was starting to feel like he was never going to come out. The bowling ball head that I had been feeling in my pelvis for the last few weeks seemed like it was perfectly happy to stay in their.

Every time they said they could see him coming, I asked my husband as if I didn't believe them. All I could feel was pain and all I could do was push past it. An hour later, David was finally born. My husband was so happy and said he was perfect. I still hadn't heard him cry and kept asking if he was all right. It took a minute but he finally cried his beautiful cry and I felt such incredible joy.

My husband leaned over and kissed me as we waited to hold our beautiful new son. It was such an amazing experience. I can't believe it's over.


Joanna Vaughan

My baby boy

I got pregnant with my first child when I was 19 years old. My pregnancy went well and the birth went ok except for the fact that I am very small only weighing 95 pounds when I am not pregnant, and my baby was 8 pounds and came out face up. Babies that come out face up are a lot harder to push out, so I pushed for 2 hours before she arrived.

A year after her birth I got pregnant again. I went to have a small surgery done on my cervix and the blood test said I wasn't pregnant. A week after the surgery I just had a feeling and took a test and sure enough I was. My pregnancy was very uncomfortable. Towards the end around 26 weeks or so I just felt like I couldn't hold him in any longer.... but I did...at 30 weeks I felt like I couldn't do it any longer...but I did.

Around 34 weeks I was dilated 1 cm, 35 weeks 2cm, and 36 wks almost 3. Everyone told me I would have such an easy birth since I was dilating early and it was my second child. My water broke at just 37 wks. I went to the hospital and nothing was happening so they put me on petocin. By 4 cm dilated I already couldn't take the pain. It was 100 times worse then with my first. I cried and begged for an epidural, which I got but I started itching all over and my blood pressure wouldn’t stay normal, it kept dropping low.

So they let the epidural wear off and Oh my was the pain terrible. When the baby came down and I was ready to push I was in so much pain. I was pushing for 2 hours and the baby wasn't even crowning yet. I was being yelled at and put in so many different positions that finally I gave up and completely refused to do it. After 15 mins of refusing and getting nowhere I finally started to push again.

They got me a mirror so I could see my progress, which really, really helped me. It took my 3 hours to get him out and when he finally came out he was also face up like my daughter. The doctors think a tipped uterus may be to blame. He was 7 pounds 9 oz and PERFECT. After the birth I felt very sick and sore. Nobody would listen to me. They told me to get up and walk and I would feel better so I did. I had horrible pressure after visiting my son in the nursery and thought to go to the bathroom.

Something started to come out of me and it was the size of my sons head...the doctor came in to me in a panic and said it was some placenta left behind and I would be fine. The kept me an extra day and sent me home. The night a came home I went back to the ER feeling awfully sick. They did and ultra sound and said I was had a some fluid inside that would make its way out but not more pieces were left and send me home. That next morning more of the placenta was coming out and I had to go back to the ER.... where the doctor manually removed what was left of it. It was a horrible experience.

Pregnancy and giving birth is very hard...painful exhausting and sometimes traumatic but in the end it is all worth it. I love both my children more then anything in the world and I would do it all over again just to have them in my life. But I am definitely going to wait awhile before I want to be blessed with anymore. Children truly are a blessing!


KeLLy