Dottie and Olive

They’re heeeeeeeeere!

Only a few short days after my last post did their arrival surprise us at exactly 36weeks.

I’d written about a belated birthday celebration for my husband in my last post – thankfully we got to enjoy our last night away as a twosome in a fancy hotel room with some delicious food, but only hours after getting home that same afternoon, my waters broke and I went into labour.

I’d been feeling fairly miserable and felt like I was really struggling for a few days prior to this, but had assumed it was still just the after affects of recovering from the flu. Apparently it was not.

We’d come back, and walked the dogs, which seemed to be a superhuman task and I’d just put on my pyjamas to enjoy a relaxing evening watching a couple of films. I got up from the sofa to grab something from the kitchen and whoosh – it was literally like those scenes you see in films. None stop water, everywhere.

Only my water was red. That wasn’t right.

I called the birthing unit and they told me to come in straight away.

So we grabbed our things and made the journey over.

I was checked over and examined on arrival and it soon became apparent that something was wrong. I was in theatre less than half an hour after arriving at hospital. Because I was on blood thinners, I had to be put under general anaesthetic for my emergency Caesarian so I would miss the arrival of my daughters – initially I shed a few tears about this, but as things were becoming more fraught – nurses concerned looks to one another, people not talking to me, the amount of people in the room – I was actually glad to be out of the rising panic I was beginning to feel.

Mr Hasdogswantshumans was unfortunately not allowed to stay with me either in this situation, so I kissed him goodbye as I was wheeled away on a trolley.

I know he spent the next hour alone and worried. But what greeted him next, were his 2 happy, healthy daughters.

I didn’t meet them until a little while later when the effects of the anaesthetic had worn off.

Both girls were perfect. Small, but perfect. And strong little things! Despite their size (Dottie weighed 4lb 4oz and Olive 5lb 5oz) neither one of them needed to spend any time in neonatal and they were placed with us on the maternity wing straight away.

We gained our own private room where we stayed as a new little family for the next 4 days. Mr Hasdogswantshumans was a proper trooper and stayed with us, “sleeping” in a reclining chair until we were released home to adjust to our new lives.

This was 10 weeks ago now. Those 10 weeks have been the busiest, hardest, quickest, most wonderful weeks of my life.

Twins are definitely a handful. But I guess that just means we get double the good times to go along with the hard bits.

It’s undoubtedly been a steeeeeep learning curve as first time parents and I was so anxious about my husband returning to work after him having 6 weeks at home with us, but it turns out I’m pretty capable of looking after 2 babies (and 2 dogs, don’t forget the dogs, they’d never forgive me – I’m on thin ice after bringing our sleep thieves home as it is!)

The babies are doing so well, gaining weight at the speed of light, becoming more alert and alive every day.

So I suppose my username is a bit redundant now. I have my very own humans – Although the fertility clinic did write to us about our embryo storage last week, so maybe wants more humans?

….. Who knows

Author: hasdogswantshumans

34, from The Midlands, UK. The loveliest husband, family, friends and dogs. 100% determined to become parents - one way or the other.... *During January 2018, after 4 and a half years, we finally welcomed 2 daughters to our world.

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