If you would have told me when I graduated from college that I would be a diabetic mom of twins I likely would have declared a ”Peter Pan” and insist that I would never grow up because these two things were absolutely not something that 24 year old me could handle.
Now, I could not imagine my life in any other way. I am so grateful for the odd twists that my life has taken and these twists have made me stronger and brought me incredible joy (my girls bring me joy, diabetes…not so much).
Exhausted New Twin Mom wondering if it gets better? Fast forward to first grade and read my recent post, When Mom Calls In Sick On Mother’s Day: Little Joys and Unexpected Gifts.
I am also grateful that most of my major life changes did not come with an advance notice. Instead we were thrown in and told to sink or swim and this allowed little time for self-doubt and overthinking.
When Plans Don’t Go As Planned
Tim and I always planned to have kids and had always said jokingly, “wouldn’t it be great to have twins?” We tried to get pregnant for over a year with no luck. All we were left with was a long list of crummy doctors and half-hearted treatment plans and we were reaching the end of our rope. IVF was expensive and risky for me so we started to look into adoption.
I visited with an agency in town and they gave me the details on how to start the process. Shortly after this meeting I went to see my nutritionist and mentioned our struggle. She said that her sister went through the same thing and had found a doctor who managed to get her pregnant when others had failed.
We’ll Get You Pregnant
Holding out little hope, I gave this new doctor a call and at our first meeting she left us with one message “We’ll get you pregnant.”
The hormone shots arrived the next day and the process began. We ended up with 8 possible eggs thanks to the hormones. She told us to go home and pray for twins because I could not medically carry more than two babies with my diabetes.
It was Valentine’s Day when I got the call from her office that we were officially pregnant. I still remember seeing the adoption paperwork on our kitchen counter. It was only weeks prior when we thought we had run out of options.
Infertility shouldn’t be a secret discussion. If you know someone who could benefit from this post or has questions please share this blog and/or send them my way. Our answers came only because we started to talk about the struggle we were facing.
A few weeks into the pregnancy we had our first ultrasound. We sat in the dark room looking at the fuzzy little screen and saw for the first time Baby A and…Baby B. It was a relief. We were going to have the family we had planned for and only had to go through this risky process once.
Taking Care Of Mama
Throughout my pregnancy I had the tightest diabetes control I have ever experienced thanks to be so closely monitored. The diabetes center at the hospital had me checking in weekly and they constantly made adjustments to my insulin pump based on each stage of my pregnancy.
I continued to workout throughout my pregnancy. Running didn’t last very long as my belly grew but I continued to do spin classes. It wasn’t until my knees hit my belly and I couldn’t move the handle bars back far enough to fit that I finally called it quits. It was then that I discovered the freeing weightlessness of the pool. I spent my mornings running in the pool wearing the “>aqua jogger belt while giving my back and feet a break.
While I worked out I had two tops that fit. Check out these belly covering workout tops!
Modified Bed Rest
Finally, my body said enough is enough as I was having constant random contractions due to the lack of space in my belly and the stress on my muscles. I was put on modified bed rest for the last three months with no long walks, lifting or excessive heat. The babies were scheduled for a C-section on October 14th.
At 35 weeks I started to notice that my blood sugars were not following the pattern expected by the diabetes team. Up until this point the team had been perfect in their schedule so this began to raise some concern. I came in for a week of daily ultrasounds and they began to see that one of the placentas was beginning to have a decrease in blood flow.
By the end of the week I was told that they were taking the babies out. The doctors told me that they didn’t want to risk anything happening over the weekend. I called Tim and told him he was going to be a dad that night.
By 5:01pm and 5:02pm we were parents of twins.
They were 13 pounds of baby combined and they were healthy as could be. They went into the NICU for a moment just to ensure that they could raise their body temperature. After that they were with me until it was time to go home.
Being pregnant was an incredible experience. We are so thankful and grateful to the incredible medical staff that brought our girls into this world healthy. There are lots of great pregnancy and first year baby stories to share in other posts but I thought I’d start at the beginning.
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