After the c-section birth of my twins I was wheeled off to a room that I stayed in for a couple hours. It was a recovery room equipped for surgeries and emergency situations but not my personal room for the duration of my stay. I had to be in this room because of the c-section. I had lost a lot of blood and needed to be monitored. My blood pressure was very low and my temperature was also getting to low. Without the nursing staff monitoring me I could have gone into shock. They kept wrapping me in heated blankets…and in my state I kept pushing them off. They were so hot and uncomfortable. Luckily my husband was there to scold me for not complying considering this was my life they were worried about. I was able to try to nurse both babies at this point. I had a good laugh when I got to see them up close. My first born is my little mini-me. These two both had blue eyes…
In my Room
Once I was safely in my personal room. Well, that is when the difficulties started. I started my pregnancy thinking it would be easier this time. But that just wasn’t the case. From finding out we were having twins to the scheduled c-section. Everything was unexpected.
I was on a decent amount of pain medication…obviously c-sections are major surgeries after all. They told me it was best to get up and walk around as much as I could, I walked around the corridor ONCE, that’s it. The staff gave me pain meds, but there were two instances during my stay that were absolutely excruciating.
The First Incident
On day one after “birthing” my babies early in the morning my 3 year old came to visit. He was excited to see his new siblings. We forgot to tell him to be careful of my incision. He saw the bandage and the blood and poked me. I burst into tears. And my poor toddler did as well. I felt so terribly about not preparing him properly. If you’ve met my son you’d know he’s highly emotionally driven. He loves hard, cries hard, and laughs hard. He feels emotions so acutely. I still chide myself for not considering that prior to his visit. #momguilt For WEEKS after that he was cautious when he was around me. Finally, when my doctor gave me the all clear to lift heavier again and I could pick him up he insisted I pick him up in front of everyone who visited us. Needless to say, I got in quite a few squats that week with my 40 pound weight.
The Second Incident
The other point when the pain was unbearable was after I awoke from sleeping and I discovered the nurse came by with my pain meds, but my husband had told her to come back a little later…when I was awake. Of course, while she was gone I woke up and had to go to the restroom. I made it there, but I was still groggy. On the way back to the bed I made it TWO FEET and started bawling crying I was in so much pain. My husband had to come and hold me still because even crying was painful. That was the worst physical pain I’ve ever felt. I used to think getting a c-section was the “easy way out” of having a natural vaginal labor. Now I see that is definitely not the case! I wish I’d known how much pain I was going to be in. I wish someone would have told me that the aftermath was so much worse than what a natural birth caused. I also ended up with an infection in my incision…not fun. Note to all of you future mother’s who have a c-section in your future: One week postpartum is the standard time frame for an infection to arrive if it’s going to happen to you. If something feels “off” then GO BACK! Also, beware of what you let a doctor prescribe you if you need antibiotics. I had two babies with jaundice due to this the only thing I could safely be given was clindamyacin. Do your research know what you’re taking. It CAN and WILL affect your breastmilk!
Feeding: Formula vs Breast Feed
I thought that because it was so easy with my first that it would be the same with my twins. No worries. I didn’t even think twice about it my babies were going to be breastfed. End of story. So I didn’t put much thought into it. But when my twins arrived they lost a lot of weight too quickly. I couldn’t “keep up”. What I later learned was that babies when they are first born have stomachs approximately the size of a cherry. My expectation of being able to produce a couple ounces right away was ridiculous. At the time, though, I didn’t know that. I was so hard on myself I cried and cried. I wanted this so badly. My babies were screaming and hungry. They were loosing too much weight. Colostrum isn’t a calorie filled drink. It’s mainly antibodies.
After 8 hours of trying to nurse to no avail, I finally requested a medical grade breast pump around 1:00 AM. The nurse assigned to us kindly brought what I’d requested with a million different sized flanges for me to try to see what worked. I pumped and pumped and pumped. I had pumped off and on every 20 minutes for hours. NOTHING happened. I was devastated. And at this point it was 3:00 AM and I was exhausted after not having slept well for the previous 48 hours. I had another breakdown… Through my tears, I asked the nurse if the hospital had any formula. My milk still hadn’t come in, my babies were hungry and loosing weight. Even though I wanted so badly to nurse. I had to think of their needs first. This is what they needed right now.
The nurse brought a few hours worth of meals. My babies ate. They stopped crying. They slept. They looked happy and peaceful. Their turmoil had ended, and my mom guilt was just beginning… I finally slept, which I later felt guilty for since my husband (also lacking in sleep) stayed up with them the whole time to make sure they were safe. After I woke up at about 10:00 AM, my milk had come in very well and I was pumping a few ounces. I was overjoyed! I felt guilty for not asking for formula sooner. I felt ashamed for being so pompous in assuming I wouldn’t need any help from a pump and the milk would just come in quickly like the first time. That was the moment I started to realize that “fed is best”.
Feeding After the Hospital
Once we arrived home I still struggled with production and keeping up with twin feeding demands. My son the giant ate 40 ounces a day at his peak. I figured the average baby eats 20 ounces per day and since we had premature twins born at 37 weeks…I just assumed I’d be able to do it. I was very hard on myself, and formula was so easy. My husband pushed me with obnoxious encouragement that made me feel challenged in a good way. He knew how much I wanted this and he wanted me to have the birth experience that I wanted.
- Having a support person is crucial.
- I wish I’d have brought my own fluffy robe.
- My husband wishes we would have brought him a warm blanket and his own pillow.
- We should have brough more cash for his meals (which annoyingly you’ll find out, your support person’s meals aren’t covered)
- I wish I’d have brought my hand pump in advance.
- I wish I’d thought to bring formula, just in case.
- I wish I wouldn’t have been so hard on myself to do things a certain way.
- I wish I’d have brought my own water bottle.
We read into this formula afterward and continued to use it. We loved it. Other formula brands are owned by chocolate manufacturers. This one is NOT. Its got great rating and due to its safety is awesome for preemies. It comes premixed. So, all you have to do is shake a bit and screw on the supplied nipple.
This pump is functional and nice although I would have liked the chance to do more research and get a hand pump that was a bit more intuitive. Click the pic to see more info on Amazon
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