So. A brief recap. We’d all got a bit stressed about the lateness of the second twin, then decided to sleep on it for a bit. I couldn’t sleep, and lay in bed listening to the sounds of Currawong clearing out the birthing pool, clearing the energy of the first birth, and making way for the second….
By the time I realized that no sleep was going to happen, I came out to a cleared and cleaned space, and a Currawong with a mission. He set about making food and starting to deal with the kids that were waking up. “Is there another baby yet?”…..”No, not yet”. Everyone slowly woke and we all hung out on the lounges chatting about what to do now. It’s amazing how a little bit of sleep can turn a desperate situation into one more manageable. Lisa decided to go off and do a bit of research on twin births and ring some old and trusted midwife friends, and we decided to give Russell Smith the Ayurvedic masseur a ring and see if he could help.
I consider myself extremely honoured to call Russell and Alison friends, he drums with Currawong and they inspire the hell out of each other, and is what I call a real healer. He swears, doesn’t read, smokes cigarettes, and doesn’t pull any of the ‘my shit don’t stink’ crap that so many ‘healers’ and ‘gurus’ I’ve known in my past push. He’s real, and honest, and calls a spade a spade, and has people come to him from all over the world, cause what he does really works. Alison is one of those women who makes you just wanna crawl into her lap and get lashings of mother love. She creates beautiful spaces and foods and moods, and giggles and laughs all the while. A more generous couple are hard to find. And bless their hearts, and may love and beauty rain on their heads forever more, within half an hour they were here. They just came. Russell straight away got to work on me, and Alison lay next to me chatting, spreading ease of mind like a balm. Russell started reading my body and telling me what was going on. It turns out my body had decided that it’s job was done! That was birth wasn’t it? Push one baby out and it’s over! My womb had blockages, and my uterus hadn’t contracted down, so even though baby number 2 was head down and ready to go, there was no punch from my uterus to help him out. A whole stack of fear had also locked itself in with the blocked womb, and it was all just stuck. He was massaging my feet and it HURT! And then he did all sorts of other work on my legs and by the time he got back to the bit that had hurt, it didn’t hurt anymore.
Meanwhile Lisa had come back from her research trip, Alison was pottering around cleaning the house, doing dishes and the like, and Russell got Currawong down to give him a work over too. We were all gobsmacked when Lisa reported that she’d found a statistic about the average amount of days between twins being born as 47 days….. It seems that many twins are born prematurely, and when one comes out early, they do their best to keep the second one in for as long as possible. She’d also bounced what was happening off some trusted advisors, and they all agreed that while I was healthy, and the baby inside was healthy, there was no ‘normal’ time for twins to be born. In fact, in the days before hospital births became the norm, it was not uncommon at all for twins to be born days or even weeks apart. It’s only since birth has entered the treadmill of a hospital schedule that the second twin has only been allowed half an hour to make their own entry, before the birthing woman is induced to bring them on.
Peri-natal psychologists and midwives I’ve talked to have all found that quite often babies who are dragged into life by their legs and arms as in the case of caesareans, or induced to be born at more convenient times, set up life patterns of feeling like they’re being dragged through life against their will. Like they’re never on time to do the right thing, and that people around them are always overshadowing them and making decisions for them against their will. It seems quite stunning to me in the light of such logical conclusions about how birth sets us up for life, that we do anything apart from gentle welcomes to the world, with the mother, baby and family all being respectfully honoured in their journey.
But back to the story. I reckon I’m fortunate to be one of the few women in a western world at this point in our history, to experience the reality of having just given birth to a baby, but needing to put that baby to the side with other people holding it in the hours following the birth, because I had another baby inside me that needed to be birthed as well. I kept looking at Max and realizing that if he was a ‘singleton’ (a rather dubious term in my opinion((sounds to me like ‘simpleton’)), coined by mothers of ‘multiples’, to describe single baby’s…), I’d be holding him and staring at him and RESTING!! But it wasn’t to be. During the time that Currawong was getting a massage, my uterus started contracting. It was like the after pains you get after birthing that get more intense the more babies you have. I thought it was birthing contractions at first, till I tried moving like I did with contractions and it hurt more….I had to stay completely still for uterine contractions it seemed. Before Russell left he told me that “it would go like a bullet now..” I liked his metaphor. We were all relieved and felt like the whole experience was a lot more ‘normal’. We told Lisa she should head home and get some supplies and have a rest…none of us had expected it would be going this long! Not long after the blessed couple left, Lisa headed home for a while too. We all agreed that we were part of 2 separate births, and all was totally normal and fine.
There was a gentle and graceful pause in events for a bit of a breather. We hung out with Max and the other kids, and Currawong and I went walking round the property to walk through the contractions moving the uterus down, that slowly morphed into starting to contract a baby out. We stopped off to have a chat with some fellow community dwellers on the way, keeping them up to date with what was going on. It’s all a bit of a haze to me now, and was even receding quickly at the time, as I was still in that intense timeless space you go to in birthing. Come to mention that space, I was really into goddess chants for the sound track of these births, and had about 6 on repeat throughout the whole 49 hours…. Except for when Currawong created diversions around the fact that other music was on. For me in that timeless space it was wonderful…repetitive…. meditative…. reassuring. For everyone else it was mind numbingly annoying, but bless them all, nobody said anything to me till days after it was all over. Just ask Lisa how she likes goddess chants now……?
And like Russell predicted, it did indeed progress like a bullet. Steady strong contractions that moved rhythmically in a mathematical dance through time scales to really close together. Around 9 that night I rang Lisa again, and told her that it was all on again. She got here quickly and the birth journey continued steadily till 12 that night.
When Balthazar woke up crying and wanting to jump in the pool, and Max also woke up for a feed.
It would have to be one of the most surreal experiences of my life – to be in the middle of intense birthing, contractions about 3 minutes apart, and have a crying toddler, as well as a newborn baby wanting a feed……. It totally threw me. I slipped into sergeant major mode, instructing Currawong, mum and Lisa to “take Max from me now!”, as I was about to have a contraction, and then “bring him to me now!”, as I quickly fed him before the next wave hit. Poor mum almost tripped while holding him, I had her running round so much.
Once the worst of the crisis was over, Max back asleep and the decision made to let Balthazar just hang out, I found myself at that time and intensity just before the body gets ready to push, and got scared again. I was feeling washes of memory from when I was birthing Balthazar, and he was held up so high by the cord round his neck that he could only lower his bum so far, which was lucky, cause if he had engaged he would have been strangled. But during the time of trying to bring a breech baby on, I’d stuck my fingers inside myself and been able to feel his soft squishy skin, but he never came out that way, he was cut out by caesarean instead. So I was having flash backs, and exhausted, and awake for two days previous, and at that full on time in birth when I knew it was almost over, and it wasn’t happening. My body had birthed Max so beautifully and easily on it’s own, I just had to step back and let it happen. But my body wasn’t effortlessly pushing this baby out. I started getting full of fear again. What if this was as far as we could get on our own and had to transfer our whole show on the road and to the hospital? What would they say to a baby that had been born two days before and another inside me? Had we come so far only to end up in another emergency caesarean experience? Were all my fears about not being able to perform coming to fruition?
Everyone else was equally tired, and trying their best to keep my flagging spirits up, but I started to get stalked by fear again. My body wasn’t taking over the show and letting me sit back in the directors seat anymore. I could feel that everything was in place, but rather than just submit to strong contractions to hug my second baby out, I found I had to physically push and grunt and yell and scream and WORK to get the second baby down the birth passage. After about 12 at night, when Max and Balthazar woke, I felt like the whole process flagged. Then the fear hit, and at about 1 in the morning I realized that my fears were actually having a physical impact on this part of the birth journey. I told Lisa to remind me to tell her what was happening for me around that time, because I didn’t want to speak it and give it power. But at about 2 in the morning I was still pushing hard, yelling and grunting, and we were still getting nowhere. I slipped down again. In this roller coaster of a birth story, this bit was the hardest and darkest.
Around this time everyone else was off doing stuff, and it was just Lisa by the side of me in the pool. She knew what was going on. I broke my promise to myself to not tell her about the fear again until after the baby was born, and told her what was happening for me. She looked me in the eye and said in a voice full of compassion and feeling, that she was really sorry that the whole caesarean experience had happened to me. And it was really good to hear. Made me cry…..
After all the working out and about and around and through my caesarean experience, this felt like a final let go. I surprised myself, and maybe her too, with coming right back with all the reasons why I was glad that it had happened, and how many of my birthing fears I’d faced through that time that I’d survived, and the compassion and understanding I now felt for other women who had caesareans, instead of the smug homebirthcentric perception I’d had before, and how much I’d learnt about myself and my body, and all of a sudden the show seemed to be back on the road! There was nothing left to fear I remembered! I’d dealt with what I’d been given before and only gained learning and insight, so no matter what happened now, I knew I had the skills and the ability to gracefully travel through it. This little moment didn’t miraculously change the whole situation into a movie like dream ending, but it certainly gave me the ‘oomph’ I needed to keep grunting, and yelling, and pushing my second baby out. No beat-poet, hippy birth this time! I reckon from about 12 at night till 4.05am when my second baby was born were the hardest, longest, scariest and most physically and emotionally intense hours of my life. It seemed to take forever. And then some.
And then just a little bit more.
And not to forget the last bit.
And the bit in the middle.
I think you get the point.
And then at 4.05 in the morning of Monday the 23rd of August, 49 hours after my waters broke to begin the entry of Maxamillion, a little baby was born in the sac. Which burst just before coming out. It was like opening the most amazingly soft, velvety present I’ve ever been given, pulling the membranes from the head and trying to work out which gender we’d been gifted with. Like I said before, all the odds were on a girl baby being the second one out of my womb. Through the birth I’d been mentioning fairly solidly how my ‘little witch girl’ was on her way, and wondering what she’d look like, and telling ‘her’ to hurry up………..the first thing I said was, “It’s not a boy is it!?!?!”
It was.
Hale, healthy and hearty, a big sized boy with a round head from being born in the sac, and the largest baby I’ve ever pushed through my birth canal. At the end of a long birthing and previous baby born. Born in the water and at home, without any need to disrupt the bubble and go anywhere after they were born. After pulling off his sac, and holding him to my breast like I always do, I got some time to look at him. He looked like Burt bloody Newton. It took me a little while to get over that one.
Griffyn had woken up just before he was born, and came out as he was being caught. Balthazar was watching, wrapped up completely in the experience, Jess, Oma and Lisa were all around the pool, and Currawong was standing behind me. I was on such a high, it was OVER! And had been ultimately allright…. The end of my birthing career was a roaring success. Now it was done I started to feel quite euphoric. Tired, but euphoric. I went to sit on the lounge with him, (the name Merlin Radbod didn’t quite make it till a few days later), and did that staring thing I do after a baby is born. The placenta was born, and it was finally and completely over. We had a homebirth, waterbirth of twins, a VBAC (Vaginal Birth After Caesarean), grand multiparous, epic, that had a happy ending.
And here’s the weird thing. Lisa hadn’t been able to work out why the first umbilical cord of Max’s had kept pumping blood, and had gone to a serious amount of effort to ensure it was kept clamped. And the reason why was that there was only one placenta. Non identical twins are meant to have separate placenta’s, and if they do join up, you can see where they’ve merged. No fusion line or connection of two separate placenta’s was evident, it was just one enormous placenta with two umbilical cords and a membrane between the two boys. And had kept pumping through Max’s detached cord. How bizarre is that……
Now at this point you may be tempted to say that no wonder it worked out so well, as I was an experienced mother of 5, and Lisa was an experienced midwife of decades, and of course we were trusting birth and being zen with the whole situation, but you’d be mistaken. We both had serious limits being tested and boundaries being pushed. And were worried until the very end. But maybe both a little prone also, to hoping for the best. And it paid off for us all.
So. Successful outcome of two healthy babies, happy family and midwife, and a homebirth to boot, and Lisa sweeps through the house like a spring morning breeze and makes sure that everyone’s settled and covered and warm and fed and happy and packed and headed off home, and JUST as she left, the other girls started to wake and I looked around in despair, suddenly completely and thoroughly exhausted, and completely daunted by the beginning of another noisy day in our home. My big 17 year old Jess walked up and demanded Merlin, told Griffyn to take Max, instructed mum to take the three other kids to her house for the day, and told us we could sleep while her and Griffyn looked after the babies. And through serendipity and providence, we all got some well earned sleep.
And it was really good.
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What an awesome story! I actually knew that it was quite common in the past for twins to be born days or even weeks apart. With so many cesareans for twins these days, it’s not a surprise people expect minutes between twins instead of days.
Did I miss it or are the weights of the babies not mentioned? I’m always curious about how much full term twins weight.
First baby was 7lb second 8 1/2 lb, approx.
FINALLY!! I have been waiting for the rest of this story. How powerful. Lisa, I would love to hear your personal thoughts on this amazing birth. Where did you get your statistics for waiting? What is your take on the one placenta, yet two sacs?
Great job everyone. What sweet little faces. What an amazing story to share with these boys as they get older, and what a way to end a birthing carreer! Blessings-Kristi
I have been waiting for this! Thank you so much.
FABULOUS! Thank you so much for sharing!
wonderful story ~ thanks for sharing. i was going to mention that i’m a twin, and there was also only one placenta, and one membrane between us, so we each had a sac… i might have to study more to figure out this one… BLESSINGS
Blessings to you – a story of strength and hope, what every woman needs to hear and experience for herself.
WOw- I’m all choked up and so elated to read this tremendous birth story!! Thank you so much for posting it!!!
I have to ask though: was Gloria one of the midwives you talked with about twin births?
No, why do you ask. I’m in South Australia and she is in Canada,
I have been waiting for the 2nd part of your birth story – your amazing!! Thank you so much for sharing this part of your life with us. My twin boys had 1 huge plaenta & two sacs as well – they are identical. Being a mama to twins is such a neat thing.
Beautiful!!! Thank you so much for sharing.
what a truly wonderful, inspiring, blissful and love-filled story.
thank you for sharing this.
wow what an awesome story, thanks so much for sharing
Amazing…just purely amazing. I’m so grateful for you that you had the support that you had at home and didn’t have to go to the hospital. It is especially inspiring to me as with my next child, I am planning to attempt a home birth in the military community, which, doesn’t happen very often. Congrats on your successful twin homebirth and VBAC!
Fantastic story. I have been involved in a premature birth where the woman went into spontaneous labour with 26 week twins. By the time she arrived at the hospital she was close to fully dilated so it was not possible to delay the birth. The first twin was born, everyone waited for the second but contractions stopped and the cervix closed tight. The second twin was born 23 days later at 29+2 days when the woman again went into labour.
I have also been impatiently waiting for the second half of this story – thanks so much for posting and sharing it – amazing.
I have been patiently (okay not patiently at all!) for the rest of your birth story. It was amazing and well worth the wait. My twins (all natural birth, but hospital as the mid-wives were not “allowed” to do twin or breech births & I had both) also shared one massive placenta. I have a lovely print of it hanging to my left at this moment! They too were quite different in weights. Twin A was almost 6 lbs and born head first. Twin B was born a double footling breech at almost 8 lbs. Turns out they had Twin to Twin Transfusion Syndrome, but did very well and we all went home within hours after the birth. Twin A had aobut 1/3 of the plancenta and the other had 2/3. Not only that but there was “a communication between the blood vessels. These amazing girls not only shared, but swapped each other’s blood back & forth during gestation. It really is all so amazing isn’t it! My little ones are now 10 years old!
Kerri (mom to A:20, E:18, M:16, J:14 (born at home in less than 2 hrs), C & S (identical twins, TTTS, 10), T: 7 (born at home with all his siblings watching & my biggest at 9lbs, 2 oz). Also fostering M:10, S: 8, G & T ( 4, fraternal twin boys)
WOW
I read the first part on the mama’s blog…but lost that link. Can you share it with us? This birth story hit me as quite beautiful, loving, perfect, devine, and 1,000 other GOOD words!!! Especially since, as a doula, I just attended a twin birth in hospital where mama was sure she could have both vaginally. Everything was set, dad arrived from deployment overseas, babies were full term, head down and mom was an expereinced VBAC mom, having a VBAC quick and lovely 18 months before.
All was well, first baby was born vaginally and then the docs got anxious, nervous…second baby was taking too long….was too high….
Mom was put out by general anesthia and second baby was taken by cesarean. First baby weighed 6 lbs 11 oz. and second baby weighed 8 lbs 14 oz. I am sure second baby wanted to take her sweet time and since she was two plus pounds larger, I am sure she needed more time to come down. The western medical way of birth is lacking in patience and all the technology in the planet and beyond cannot make birth work better than God designed. Your families are blessed to have your help.
http://spunoutpost.blogspot.com/
Was led to your blog by a friend sharing the link. What an incredible adventure, and so inspiring and thought-provoking – thank you for sharing!
Barry
Thank you for sharing your tremendous birth experience. You have a beautiful way with words, it was such a pleasure to read and u sure tugged on my emotions.
I had birthed my baby boy on the 13th of August (wonderful Homebirth also) and knew of you and your family only through Lisa as she shared your experience with me as I recovered and bonded with my first baby. I also shared your story with the people in my life. I felt very connected to you since we both were in the realm of birth at the same time.
Now I have read the whole story and want to congratulate you for the faith you had. Faith is so under-rated, and completely missing from the hospital community.
Faith can move mountains.. and gently birth babies.
Teamed with Lisa was a tremendous force of power, knowledge, experience, skill and trust. Now I want to tell my story to share with you, you’ve inspired me to write it, thank you.
What a wonderful story Lisa! Keep on fighting to do your marvellous work. x
Watermelon gypsy it’s so nice to hear a positive comment from a mama of twins! Most people just tell me I’m a glutton for punishment, make some negative comment, or express sympathy, even though I don’t want that! And Kimberley, go the homebirth! I’ve been coming across lots of blogs lately about military wife homebirthers….. Great story Carina, and Kerri, what a ride you had!! Never heard of twin to twin transfusion syndrome before…. Rosie, that’s exactly the reason why I avoided hospital, and am still SO glad we all got to stay at home, and Allison Croft, what a beautiful comment! If ever you feel like visiting, you’d be more than welcome, and when you do write your story, please let me know!!! And everyone else, thank you so much for being interested and getting into my story!! Mind you, the birthing bit was just the beginning…….. And like Lisa said, my blog address is http://spunoutpost.blogspot.com so come and have a look! Got more birth stories to come too……and the REALISATIONS that so many births can bring:)
Wow! What a journey! What a belief! What a women! What a Midwife! Well done… awesome read. x
Great birth story! I love the journey that you took us on, and the way you demonstrated how important your state of mind is on the progress of labour.
I would have loved to have my twin boys at home, but the logistics were really difficult…vbac, geriatric grand multipara (boys were no# 7 & 8 and I was 35), and the state I live in frowns upon it (bleurgh). I ended up with a full term (39 weeks 6 days) spontaneous vaginal delivery in hospital and it was really good so I’m not too upset…I got my way in the end. If I ever fall pregnant again though (touch wood lol) I’ve told my partner that we’re moving to South Australia for the entire pregnancy and birth, just so I can do it the way I feel is natural.
What an amazing birth story! Thank you for sharing!
Hi, Kimberly! While military mamas don’t usually birth outside of a hospital setting, there are some of us out there!
My husband is in the Army and my son was born at a freestanding birth center with a direct entry midwife. Next time around, I’ll have the midwife come to me and birth at home! Best of luck!
Wow what a story – thanks for reminding me of the times when even in hospitals we waited just as we waited for a breech to be born
Speed is the new mantra – rush to birth no time to celebrate rush to burial no time as in walking with the hearse and burying in the ground to grieve. Push buttons use machinery all gone in a puff of smoke.
I recall one baby born of twins in one State and travelled to another State and had the next one. Not sure whether that was because they flew mother and babe to another hospital memory wont come back – may be it was a newspaper story.
What an incredible, triumphant, moving birth story. I particularly related to the experience of fear getting in the way of birthing, and once that fear was cleared through, the ability to carry on and DO THIS! was found. What an amazing birthing woman you are, and what a special, beautiful midwife you are, Lisa, for your dedication and devotion. Gorgeous.
Lovely twin birth story:) I so love to read about other womens birth stories.
I had my girls (back in 2007, they were my 4th+5th babies) here in the uk, with 3 midwives (apparently the obstetricians were on standy, but were aware of my plans for a homebirth, much to their disagreement.) at home. I had them both in water, first did a superman impression and came fist first in the birthing pool, then my other daughter followed just under a hour later, also in the birthing pool, but she was breech, i had a simialr experiece as you though as she popped out like a champage cork, no gentle birthing with her, my body just expelled her with a few explosive contractions. Obviously there will be times when hospital births should happen, but as so many women have proven this need not be the norm. Congratulations on your beautiful family. Hopefully your story will inspire other mums to belive in their bodies and birth happily, and naturally.
x
Oh my! I thought girl! No wonder he wanted his own destiny. The world lumps 2 individuals into one box when they’re twins…he made certain to share with one and all they are TWO. Two boys, two names, two birthdates, two destinies. Congratulations on the birth of your sons.
Blessed Be!!!
Honey
(******Any chance you’ve pictures of that lovely placenta? We lotus birthed with our 3rd and I encapsulate placentas so I enjoy the placenta nearly as much as the babes!
I think this is the only place I can say that! 
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Thank you for the lovely story. While I did not birth at home, I did have the support of a fantastic midwife and a hospital that supports them (they even do water birth). Those last bits of labor are so inward but your descriptions are so telling. I had a single birth but my placenta had an extra lobe. Im happy to see I’m not the only one who was interested it what it looked like. Blessings to you and your family.
Hi I love your home birth story….I wantid have a homebirth with my 6th child but he just did not want to come out at home he was born happy and healthy at the the hospitail tho.my midwife stayed with through the hole thing..maybe next baby I can. Have at home!
wow, beautiful story! thankyou.