Erin has two babies in that beautiful belly ❤
My bffs Lucy and Joy and their business:
Flower Pen Oasis
Lucy is the mother of twins and Joy is a twin! Yay for multiples!!
Let me start off by introducing myself. My name is Melissa. I am 38 years old and I live in Indiana with my wonderful family. My Birth story is very unique. It was a struggle to get where I am at today with my children. I feel my story will be of great help to so many women that were in my shoes. It may give them a glimpse of hope at the end of the tunnel.
It really all began for me when I was a little girl. Like most of us woman we dream of getting married to the perfect man, having children and a house. I always dreamed of having children of my own one day and didn’t really think too much about going to college or even working. The only thing I thought about was having a baby.
I then began my adolescent years. I started my period at the very young age of 8. This part is very hard for some people to comprehend. But things happened when I was just 12 years old. I was raped and got pregnant. My parents made me do the unthinkable. I had to have an abortion. I was only a baby myself, but I knew I did not want to kill an innocent child inside of me. However, I had no choice in the matter. Back then things were different than they are today. I didn’t have a say in this situation. I remember it like it was yesterday, the agony I felt while they were doing this to me.
I got married the day after my 18th birthday to get away from home. I wanted children right after I turned 19 years old. My first husband and I were in church every time the church doors were open. We helped out in any way we saw fit. I thought since I was going to church and was married that it was time to start a family and he agreed.
We then began to seek doctors for our issues. They kept saying it will happen just relax. Well, I did all the relaxing that I possibly could. We tried for two years, until I was 21. Between all of this my friend who I grew very accustomed to was having a baby of her own. She had gotten on drugs and didn’t want a child then. She had signed the papers for my husband and I to adopt this beautiful baby boy. So we set up a nursery and got things in order. I thought life couldn’t get any better than this and that I’d finally gotten the child I had longed for. I grew accustomed to this baby boy who I will call Sam. I had him for 6 months but back then, for up to a year, it was ok for a mother to come back and get their child.
My husband and I became very angry and felt bitter feelings for so many years after Sam was gone. I never went to a baby shower after that and couldn’t go anywhere on Mother’s day. I just didn’t understand why God would allow people to have children that weren’t deserving of them. This created many struggles in my marriage. Having a baby means to me that you are bonded as one. This is when you come together as one. It doesn’t matter about how you get the child or where it comes from, but it does bond you. Our marriage started having a lot of trouble after this. We both said so many hurtful things to one another. It was always the other one’s fault. We just grew further and further apart. Then a couple of years later, we decided to make our marriage work. So we began seeing fertility doctors, one after another. I ended up having surgery because I had gotten PID (Pelvic Inflamatory Disease). This disease is where your woman parts are all infected. So I was in the hospital for three weeks. When that was over, I then had exploratory surgery to see what else was wrong. I had endometriosis and they removed it all. I then began taking Clomid for a couple of years, but when nothing happened we went back for another surgery. My tubes were blocked so they unblocked them and we again began trying; still no baby. So that is when the doctors decided it must be my husband. They did a small procedure on him and found that he had no sperm. At that point in our life and marriage we were truly exhausted. We decided that our marriage was over.
During all of this I met the man of my dreams that I am still married to today. He was and still is the most wonderful man in the world. He had two wonderful boys, 2 and 10 months old. I fell in love instantly with the boys. I then thought these were my children I dreamed of. Finally I had my kids I wanted for so long. We got married just a few short months after we met. I know what some of you might be thinking. Oh my God why did he marry her and vice versa after a few short months. The truth of the matter is, I was in love with my husband and knew he was the man of my dreams. We were hooked on each other.
A few short years after being married, reality struck that I was not the boys biological mother and issues arose. My husband and I had been married for 4 and a half years and wanted children really from day one. In January of 2005, I began trusting in God and decided I had enough heartache over not having children of my own and let God take all those jealous, hateful, and bitter feelings away. I had cried many, many nights. I thought it was never going to happen for me. I decided to finally quit being very selfish and feeling sorry for myself and completely gave my life over to God. I told God that if the two step sons is what he had in mind for me than that would be fine. I realized it was in God’s hands and only he could do something about it now.
So we began to give up on having children of our own and just to be happy with the life we had together. I began seeing a doctor about my issues and he said there was no chance of me ever having a child of my own, so it was best to have a hysterectomy. I wanted a second opinion. So in March of 2005 we began fertility procedures. My husband was checked and he had a low sperm count. I had one tube that had to be removed. The other one was blocked and they got it unblocked. They were going to put me on Clomid, but since I was on that once before they would go straight for IVF.
We didn’t know where the money would come from. We had seen another doctor and they wanted $8000.00 just to give us the medication. Then we got to looking at my husband’s insurance and what they would cover. In one of the insurances we looked at it stated, which just so happened to be a typo, that IVF was covered 100%. So we went with U of L and started my treatments. The only money that we paid for out of pocket was the shipping cost on the medications, which turned out to be $73.00. That is what we paid and all we paid. After seeing the doctor at U of L, we decided to go with them and since everything was covered, they didn’t hesitate.
I started my fertility shots in May of 2005. On August the 20th I started producing eggs and with only one ovary working. I produced 6 eggs. I had to take progesterone shots for the eggs to get stronger. By August 25th my eggs were strong enough to be taken out. I went in on the morning of August 25th with pins and needles waiting to see if the eggs and sperm would meet. They in fact did. I produced three good healthy eggs that the sperm took to. The other three eggs were discarded because they didn’t do well. On Monday morning August 29th I had to go back in and do the IVF where three eggs were inserted. We had to wait for 9 days to see if I would be pregnant. With my age being 34 at the time it played a big role in chances. My husband and I were convinced it didn’t take. We received the phone call on September the 9th at approximately 2:00 p.m. that we were pregnant. I thought that day would never happen but it did. We were both scared and overjoyed at the same time. Then September the 14th we had our first ultrasound. Two babies planted on my uterus. We were in total amazement. We were not upset that the third egg didn’t take and thrilled that we were on the verge of having twins. The doctor advised me to quit my daycare job and to stay at home and be off of my feet the whole pregnancy. With my husband working two jobs to support us we didn’t care. We were on our way to having a baby, two to be exact. Nothing could make me happier.
With us, now pregnant and scared we didn’t do anything we weren’t suppsed to for the first three months of being pregnancy. I did everything the doctors told me to do. I was just so happy to be carrying a baby. At last all of the waiting of being pregnant was finally here. We didn’t buy anything for the first three months but after three months of being pregnant, we started buying a bed, blankets, clothes, ect. All was going very well.
It all came crashing down one night in January 2005, the 21st to be exact. I started getting bad cramps and even passed a little blood. I knew I was going to lose the babies. I went to the hospital and they monitored me that night. I was having major contractions, my uterus was dilated to 2, and I was scared once again. They gave me something to stop the contractions which worked and I was sent home the next morning with a very strict schedule. I had to be on bed rest for the remainder of my pregnancy. I was so scared and trembling, afraid of losing both babies.
Well in late February 2005 we went in for another ultrasound and found out that the babies were a girl and boy. The girl was right on schedule but the boy was a little under what he should with weight and that he may have down syndrome. We were so happy the girl was doing great, but yet sad that the boy was not. I didn’t feel him kick that much and was so worried about him the whole time after that. I went in for another ultrasound and that he did, indeed, have Down Syndrome baby but I didn’t care. As long as they both had 10 fingers and 10 toes nothing else mattered.
I was still taking it easy and on bed rest. In the middle of March I started having contractions again and I knew they were both not going to be ok. I went to the hospital and found out that I was beginning to get toxemia. My blood pressure was sky high. I had to be put in the hospital to stop the contractions again and until my blood pressure was back to normal. I was so scared. The babies we not do until June 17th 2006. I knew I had to do whatever I had to do to make sure those babies was born alive and ok.
I again started having contractions at the first part of April. They had to give me medications again to stop them. I again had another ultra sound and it still read the same thing. He was still Down Syndrome and the girl was fine. I was ok with it at that point. I got to go home the next morning.
Things were than starting to look up and I was finally starting to realize I was getting ready to have two babies to take care of and all I had was my husband to help with the babies. We didn’t have anyone else to help us. My husband was working two jobs to support us. So I knew it was going to be all me taking care of the babies. But, I didn’t care my dreams of becoming a mother were just on the verge of happening.
By this time almost another two weeks passed my husband took me to the doctor for my check-up. It was April 11th approximately 2:30 p.m. I sat down in the chair and waited for my appointment. I had to cough. I than felt a little like pee substance coming out and it wasn’t leaking. I went to tell the nurse and she said go ahead and come back and let us take a look. The doctor looked at me and told me to cough again and low and behold my water was breaking at the doctor’s office! She set me up to have the twins that evening. I went to the hospital and got checked in. I was a little uncomfortable in my vaginal area but not cramping that much. They got me hooked up to the monitors and catheter. They monitored me for a couple of hours and told me I could have one of them vaginally, but my son was breech so she said I was going to have to have a c-section. She advised me not to have a vaginal birth. So I had a c-section that night. They gave me the epidural. I laid there and my husband finally got to come in with me. We both sat there and looked at each other, waiting for the first little cry.
Finally my daughter was born at 8:02 p.m. 5 pounds and 13 ounces, she came out crying. That first cry was the most beautiful cry I had ever heard before. A beautiful baby girl was born. We both looked at each other and waited again what seemed to be the longest two minutes of my life. We waited to hear the cry of our baby boy. My son was born at 8:04 p.m. and was 5 pounds exactly. We finally heard that cry and it was the most second beautiful sound I had ever heard in my life. He was the most beautiful baby boy I had ever seen. The doctors then gave my husband my daughter first and my son second and I saw him standing there with both of them in his arms and he showed them to me. They were absolutely the most amazing things I had ever seen in my life. I realized these two beautiful babies were my very own and my dream had finally come true.
I had such high blood pressure that I didn’t get to hold them or see them until later that night. My son had to have a feeding tube because he wouldn’t eat. They checked him over and he did not have Down syndrome. He was a normal healthy baby boy. I was so glad of that. After I saw them both and held them both in my arms for the first time I realized life couldn’t get much better than that. The smell of a newborn baby will melt your heart.
My son had a few eating issues. I told the nurse that he needed to be with me and she said he wasn’t able to be with me due to my high blood pressure and his health. I only saw him the night before for just a few short minutes. Then the nurse came and took him from me. I was not happy. The next morning when the doctor came in and asked me how I was. I told her I needed to see my son. She asked has he been in the room with me and had I seen him yet. I said only for a few short minutes last night. He only had a feeding tube put in. I couldn’t get out of bed due to my blood pressure and my diabetes on the rise. So I was on bed rest for two days. She went to the nurse’s station and told them to bring my baby boy to me. They did and I finally got him to latch on to me and he was fine after that. He just needed his mommy. My daughter stayed in the room with me the whole time. I didn’t get much sleep but I didn’t care. From the moment they were born my life changed forever. I went from being a woman to a mother in one day. It was all about them and has been since that day.
So when people think the worst is going to happen. God stepped in and made it all possible.
I will also tell my other birth story. It is a totally different one. I have a 3 year old daughter now as well. I got pregnant with her just when the twins were four months old. That will be another story in itself.
Thank you for taking the time out to read this. Just when you think your dreams can’t come true, take a step back and let God have control. It may not be the way we think it should happen, but God always knows what is best for our lives. After all he created us and knows everything about us. God’s timing is always on time and always perfect. We may not understand why things happen the way they do but there is always a reason for everything that happens to us.
God bless each one of you.
Tags: fertility, infertility, clomid, invitro fertilazation, twins, birth stories, twin birth stories, twin, rape, abortion, twin childbirth stories, twin childbirth story