Birth Stories


#1

I don’t see a thread on here for birth stories. If there already is one, please direct me to it. I enjoy reading the birth stories that people post on the due date threads. I thought it might be nice to compile them in one place. If anyone wants to add their birth story for the rest of us to read that would be awesome! :flower:


#2

How fun! I really want to read birth stories right now, so maybe if I post mine, other people will post too.

I have four kids. Ill post two stories. :slight_smile:

First–My sweet little first girl

She was due in late October. I was so excited. She had been tricky to conceive and we were counting the days to meet her. Our first had come two days early, but I really didn’t think Id have that kind of luck a second time around.
It was two days before the due date, and we attended our church Halloween party with our son in the evening. It was super fun, and during the costume parade, I started to notice painful contractions. I thought it was false labor, and stalled. my first labor had been fast, but again, I didn’t think Id have such good luck a second time around. After a while, as my husband took my son around to the trick or treating stations, my friend, who is a dr. came to walk around with me and we chatted. I told her I was having contractions, and she told me she thought it was real labor. Anyway, we didn’t rush out, and by the time we got home, and had our son in bed, it was about nine in the evening, and my contractions were only four or five minutes apart, and very painful. So we got moving and headed in to the hospital. I was a six when we arrived, and I had huge gushes of fluid and blood in triage. As with my son, I saw meconium in the waters. I got an epidural, and then DH crawled into the hospital bed with me and we just snuggled and rested while we waited to be fully dilated, which happened really pretty quickly. It was a quiet night in Labor and Delivery, and it was a very calm birth. DD was born sunny side up, about three hour after we arrived. They said that babies that come sunny side up are always really slow, and that if she had been aligned normally, it would have gone even faster. I am still kind of shocked by that, bc as it was, it all came on really fast. BC of her presentation, her face was coned instead of her head, and it was kind of a different newborn look, but her disposition was so wonderful that it was easy to see past.
DD was very quiet, and sweet. We had to share a room for recovery, and the baby on the other side of the curtain cried on and off. Our little girl was so quiet that the other lady asked me if we even had a baby over there, as she passed through to the door on her way to be discharged.
The only tricky part of the whole thing was that the midwife had not done a good job stitching my tear, and within a day or so the suture had ripped out, and I had a raging infection, which was scary. But it did pass. This DD to this day is just as she came, sunshiney and happy. calm and helpful

Now for my twin brith story.
I was 37 weeks and three days. I needed to deliver bc my husband was headed to a very important conference to present his research a few days later, and we didn’t want him to miss it. I asked the OB to strip my membranes, and he did it. That night I went into labor at about 7. DH very politely let me know that this particular evening was going to be very bad timing “for him.” :wink: But I was in labor. We checked in and I was I think only a four. I had have an epidural in case a c section became necessary. They told me to call when I needed to push. I called the nurse not too long after and they thought I wouldn’t be ready to go. But when they checked me, they could see baby A’s head and hair, being born. It was a mad scramble to the OR, where they deliver all twins. DH almost missed baby A’s arrival. She was feisty!!! When the nurses put her on the table she arched her back into a huge rainbow, with only her scalp and heels on the table. They kind of gasped. She is still a total firecracker. Her birth weight was 6.3.
Twin B had been head down, but now spun into breech. The hospital we were at did NOT deliver breech babies vaginally, and they started to talk about getting baby b out quickly with a section. I BEGGED The resident that was delivering to please try to turn the baby.the dr in charge nodded her head once. One nurse started pushing from outside. The resident had her arm into my body up to her elbow. Someone else had the ultrasound on me. It was so tense!! After some slippery attempts to identify body parts, the dr got nervous when the second water broke, and said it was time for a section. Then the resident said “but I have one leg out.” I really started to pray at this point bc footlong breech can be such a bad position. THe dr said very sternly “then you had better find the other leg and get it out” I was freaked out. Then baby B’s head wouldn’t come out. she was bigger than baby A, with a much bigger head. the resident pulled for a moment or two, while the room was silent. THen she put her hand in and escorted the head out of the cervix. baby b was purple and black when she came out, and very still. The nurses asked DH to put his camera away. She did not look good, covered in vernix, and so dark and still. Her first apgar was I think a generous two or three. But then she started to recover and her second was and eight or a nine. She came out of it, and was just very calm and beautiful. although her legs were covered in dark bruises from the birth. It took a while for her to heal. The babies did not need any NICU time and came home with me two nights later. I breastfed for 15 months. Today these little ones are nearly three and a half. Baby B did not have any lasting damage from the birth, that we have been able to detect thus far. (blessing) The two personalities that were arriving are still just as they came–sensitive firecracker, and calm and observant. Even in the womb, the kicking followed those temperments, as baby A kicked like a mule just all the time, and baby b was so still all the time.

Anway, I am now 29 weeks pg again, and just itching to hear birth stories :slight_smile: So if anyone else wants to share, Id really love that!


#3

What a great idea! I love reading birth stories…here’s mine.

After 4 IVF’s, I finally got and stayed pregnant. I was due on Aug, 5th, 2012. It started as a very easy pregnancy but in the 3rd trimester at 33 weeks I was very itchy and asked my OB about it. She had me tested and I had cholestasis. It’s high levels of bile ducts and poses no threat to the mother, but can cause still birth. So, they have to get the baby out by 37 weeks. I went on meds for that right away to keep my bile levels lower and scheduled a c-section for 37 weeks. A couple days after being diagnosed my husband and I drove up to my parent’s lake house in MI, which is about 4 hours from our home in the Chicago suburbs. The last couple weeks I had had major swelling in my legs and my OB kept saying it was just because of the hot weather. Once we got to the lake house my parents were amazed at my swelling and said we shouldn’t have come, but I felt fine and all my OB appointments had been fine.
The next morning I woke up and my face was completely swollen so bad that my eyes were almost swollen shut. I called the OB on call and they said to go to the Emergency Room right away. I asked if I could just drive home and they said no. I was 33w6d at the time. I went to the emergency room and my blood pressure was extremely high. They admitted me right away and they did a 24 hour urine protein test. The OB came in the next day and said they were waiting for the results, but most likely I’d be delivering within the week. They gave me a steroid shot to help with the baby’s lungs as well. My in-laws were at their lake house, which was an hour away that weekend, so came to visit. We told them they could go home to Chicago, because it didn’t sound like we were delivering right away and we’d call when ready…and they could bring stuff back that we needed. I ordered dinner and our nurse helped us decide on a middle name.
Just after I ate, the OB walked in in scrubs and said, we got your results and are delivering you right now. My protein was a 6 and they labeled me as severe preeclampsia. He asked when I last ate, and I said I just finished dinner. He said that’s fine, we need to deliver. I quickly called my in-laws and told them to go straight to our house and pick up a bunch of stuff, including a car seat and to head back. I was rushed into the OR and they delivered Gianna Grace at 34w0d on June 24th, 2012. She was born with apgars of 7 and 9, weighed 4lb 10oz, and was 17 inches long. My husband got to see and hold her right away while they stitched me up. She was then moved to the NICU while I went to recovery. She ended up in the NICU for 11 days in an incubator and was on IV sugar water and had a feeding tube. I tried pumping and nursing, but was on all these meds for my blood pressure, so I didn’t really get any milk. We used a high calorie preemie formula, since she wasn’t gaining weight. I started getting dizzy and feeling really sick a week after delivery, so ended up back in the ER with post eclampsia. Luckily, they put me on a magnesium drip and gave me meds to take at home, so I didn’t have to be admitted. It was exciting when she finally got to go “home” to the lake house. She then weighed 4 lb 8 oz. She will be 1 yr in about 3 weeks and I can’t believe the time has just flown by. It was such a crazy and exciting story and can’t wait to tell her all about it when she’s older.
I’m now 8w3d pregnant and it’s already started off very crazy, but I’m hoping that it calms down soon!


#4

My story was a bit crazy…so after 6 years of trying including 4 IUI’s, and 2 chemical pregnancies we ended up conceiving on our own one crazy afternoon! Couldn’t believe we finally had our miracle! 4 days after I took a test I had some spotting so I immediately thought I was having a 3rd chemical. To my surprise everything turned out okay and I was due March 6, 2013. The pregnancy wasn’t too bad, some nauseau but no vomitting. Worst part was the acid reflux and by 7 months I was already waddling and had a lot of pelvic pain. I continued to tell everyone he was coming early but nobody believed me. I had my shower on January 20th. On January 22nd I was working from home and I felt stange in the morning a little crampy but it went away. I wasn’t feeling him move around as much which was also strange because he moved all day long kicking me like crazy. I had a sudden urge to pee so I waddled my way to the bathroom and when I got in there I felt a gush, immediatly thought I peed my pants and couldn’t believe I had 6 more weeks to go and couldn’t hold my bladder anymore. I looked down and there was blood everywhere. My bathroom looked like a crime scene when I was done with it. I immediatly started screaming and my DH and I rushed to the hospital. I really thought my son was gone and it was the worst day ever, I kept imaging coming home to all the baby clothes and stuff that filled my house that I hadn’t organized from 3 days ago.

When I got to the hospital (45 minute drive) they hooked me up to the machine and as soon as I heard his heartbeat it was an immediate relief. I wasn’t dialated and my water didn’t break. They couldn’t determine why I was bleeding and actually never did. I stayed in the hospital all night and by the morning I had only dilated to 1 and my contractions had moved further apart so they sent me home. In the car driving home I started to get more intense contractions and they got worse and worse as the day progressed. By 3pm I was back at the hospital and dilated to 3. I caved and got the epidural and wish I wouldn’t have. Everything went super fast and he was born at 8:19pm. Hunter was 6 weeks early exactly. He was 5 lbs 13 1/2 oz and had to stay in NICU for 12 days because of some breathing issues at first and then eating issues. When I got him home it was very hard at first, had some colic moments for a few weeks but it all worked out.

He is now 4 months old and perfect! In fact he has almost tripled his birth weight and is at 14lbs 10oz.


#5

Thank you!

Thanks for sharing these stories ladies! I really enjoyed reading them. I hope more women continue to post here.


#6

The birth stories of my two sets were just featured on the website Birth Without Fear! I will just leave you with the link and you can read it if you wish! :slight_smile: I also wrote them up on my blog, but added the introduction so that people know where my story started. Enjoy! :slight_smile:

2 Sets of Twins, 16.5 Months Apart {IVF and VBAC} | Birth Without Fear

my blog: A Road Well Traveled


#7

[FONT=‘Verdana’,‘sans-serif’]Here is my story: After a couple loses…we ended up becoming pg with a frozen embryo we didn’t even know we had. I had some bleeding in the early stages of pregnancy, had lots of pelvic pain (my OB said it was because I wasn’t a young 21 year old ) through the pregnancy…I got varicose veins (which hurt like hell), I had acne all over my check and I got a few dark spot on my face…( I sure didn’t have that glo)…I didn’t care about any of it cause I was caring my baby and that’s all that mattered. In my 35th week…On a Saturday I cleaned out the closet in the baby’s room…took us a few hours…(had lots of stuff stored in there)…A little after I finished I started having some cramping…called my OB she advised to do a few days of bed rest…did a few days of bed rest and was fine that Tuesday and went back to work…the week was fine the baby was move as normal. On that Thursday I realized he wasn’t moving as he usually did…(he would move like crazy every time I was in a meetings…I think he like to hear everyone talk or he didn’t like the talking…not sure…) I told my DH…who called me every day at work to see if he was moving ect. he wasn’t moving as much and we would keep a watch on it… well Friday came and another meeting and not much movement…well that night (10:00pm) my DH comes home and asks me if he has been moving…I said not that much…he said to call the Dr. I said that I would give it 1 more day…my DH looked at me…with this look in his eyes I had not seem before and said just give her a call a let’s see what she says…so I called they said to come in and I did… I got to the Hospital at about 11pm and immediately he was kicking & moving like crazy…I was pressing that button (which marks that he moved) every second…I told the nurse I felt embarrassed but she said I shouldn’t it safety 1st…well about an hour in…they came rushing into my room and placed a mask on my face…I asked what was going on they said the baby’s heart be had been dropping then rising throughout the hour (which I wasn’t aware of) and this time it dropped to 55…they admitted me and said the on call wanted to watch me overnight. So a few time they would give me an ultrasound and my LO would be breach then he would be head down, breach then head down… Well at 5am the on call came into my room and said that he was very concerned because the baby’s hb would continue to rise then fall…and we would be delivering today…I was 36w5d…we had to deliver via C-section due the him moving and Dr said it would be dangerous for the both of us…So I was wheeled in to the OR at 5:45am On Saturday, 2/9/13 and my Son was here at 6:38am. He was perfectly healthy…and the <3 of our life. It’s been 4 months and 5 days and I am still thanking my husband for pushing me to call cause I don’t know what would of happened if I waited till Saturday.[/FONT]


#8

Baby #3’s story. Due date May 10th. 2013

Wed May 8th I went in for my 39 week visit and was 4cm & 50% effaced. The office midwife said I was ideal for membrane stripping since I was looking to do a repeat vbac. By the time I’d gotten home my contractions started. I was miserable in pain and could barely walk due to the pressure. Contractions moved to 5 minutes apart by 6am. (With baby #2 I had 4 straight days of contractions with 3 hospital trips before my water broke) so I decided to hang home awhile. By 9am I said ok to my husband taking me to L&D. Nothing much changed and aftrr 4 hours of monitoring they sent me home. I basically just layed in bed the rest of the day. The next morning my husband said he was going to work expecting another 4 days laboring at home. He left at 7:45 and my water broke at 8am lol So after getting him back home and me into the car we headed to the hospital. When I stepped out of the car my water turned much more bloody so I was rushed right to a delivery room. When the checked me I was about 8.5 to 9cm. Because my son was twisted it took longer for him to decent down. Began pushing around 12:30pm and he was out at 1:39pm.
He was prefect looki g with a round


#9

Baby #3’s story. Due date May 10th. 2013

Wed May 8th I went in for my 39 week visit and was 4cm & 50% effaced. The office midwife said I was ideal for membrane stripping since I was looking to do a repeat vbac. By the time I’d gotten home my contractions started. I was miserable in pain and could barely walk due to the pressure. Contractions moved to 5 minutes apart by 6am. (With baby #2 I had 4 straight days of contractions with 3 hospital trips before my water broke) so I decided to hang home awhile. By 9am I said ok to my husband taking me to L&D. Nothing much changed and aftrr 4 hours of monitoring they sent me home. I basically just layed in bed the rest of the day. The next morning my husband said he was going to work expecting another 4 days laboring at home. He left at 7:45 and my water broke at 8am lol So after getting him back home and me into the car we headed to the hospital. When I stepped out of the car my water turned much more bloody so I was rushed right to a delivery room. When the checked me I was about 8.5 to 9cm. Because my son was twisted it took longer for him to decent down. Began pushing around 12:30pm and he was out at 1:39pm.
He was prefect looki g with a round


#10

Baby #3’s story. Due date May 10th. 2013

Wed May 8th I went in for my 39 week visit and was 4cm & 50% effaced. The office midwife said I was ideal for membrane stripping since I was looking to do a repeat vbac. By the time I’d gotten home my contractions started. I was miserable in pain and could barely walk due to the pressure. Contractions moved to 5 minutes apart by 6am. (With baby #2 I had 4 straight days of contractions with 3 hospital trips before my water broke) so I decided to hang home awhile. By 9am I said ok to my husband taking me to L&D. Nothing much changed and aftrr 4 hours of monitoring they sent me home. I basically just layed in bed the rest of the day. The next morning my husband said he was going to work expecting another 4 days laboring at home. He left at 7:45 and my water broke at 8am lol So after getting him back home and me into the car we headed to the hospital. When I stepped out of the car my water turned much more bloody so I was rushed right to a delivery room. When the checked me I was about 8.5 to 9cm. Because my son was twisted it took longer for him to decent down. Began pushing around 12:30pm and he was out at 1:39pm.
He was prefect looki g with a round


#11

What a great thread!

Prayin4, I also had a bleeding scare with my DH. They couldn’t figure it out, either. More below:

We were at a friend’s house for dinner and I was just over 38 weeks. I suddenly felt a rush of fluid and went to the bathroom…blood EVERYWHERE, all over my white capris (which I’m wearing right now and you would never know…the magic power of SHOUT!)

I frantically called my husband and we called triage, and they wanted to see us right away. We arrived around 10:00 pm on Monday night and I was starting to have a lot of back labor. They couldn’t find out what was causing the bleeding, but wanted to induce me the next day since I was past 38 weeks already. My DH had to go home in the middle of the night and get our bags (which, thankfully, were most of the way packed) and make arrangements for our dog.

On Tuesday morning, I took my last shower and had my last meal (frosted flakes) before they started the Pitocin around 10:00 am. I hadn’t slept well the night before due to the back labor, and all the monitors and such. Pitocin worked verrrry slowly…it wasn’t until around 5:00 pm that I started having real contractions. As with many Pitocin situations, my contractions started coming one on top of another. It was getting pretty bad. My mom and MIL were there, helping me through them…my husband tried the breathing exercises with me, but there was no break in between. I had an AMAZING nurse who really got me through the tough times. They decided to turn the Pitocin off since I was laboring so hard and was at a 5. Well, I stalled and started walking around the hospital to kick things back up again.

Finally, around midnight, they told me they were going to turn the Pitocin back on. At that point, I asked for the epidural…not because I needed it at that second, but I was EXHAUSTED (this was leading into Wednesday and my last night of real sleep was Sunday). That was awesome…overnight, I slept through the contractions, my water broke naturally, and I woke up at a 10 and ready to push!

And push. And push. Because he was posterior, he basically got stuck in the labor canal. I felt his head and hair, and he never made it any farther. They turned the epi off and tried a billion positions…used a bar, on my knees, sideways, etc. In between contractions, they would shove me violently to try and turn him. The doctor came in and offered a c-section twice and I refused. Finally, a little after 1:00 pm (yeah, I pushed for FIVE HOURS!!!), I was so tired that I couldn’t function anymore. I could tell my pushes weren’t productive, no matter how much I was trying. I had five nurses that were amazing, and there was just nothing we could do. I could barely hold the pen to sign for a c-section.

The worst part was right after that. I was still having terrible contractions and urge to push with no epi, but I knew the baby wasn’t coming out. I wanted to die. Then they turned the epi back on and I became a normal person again. Had to wait until it was our turn for the c-section. Fell asleep on the table and they kept trying to keep me awake, but I was just soooooo beat.

Finally, at 2:52 pm he was born…8 lbs 7 oz (big for an early baby…they told me upon arriving he would be less than 7) with a TERRIBLE conehead from being stuck in the birth canal so long. But, totally healthy. My husband announced that it was a boy…we hadn’t found out…and they took us immediately to breastfeed.

It was really hard afterwards because he was colicky from the get-go and nursed every 2 hours like clockwork. Didn’t get much sleep, and I spiked a fever after the c-section. I had a lot of feelings of regret afterwards…I worked SOOOO hard and long to have a vaginal birth, to push for 5 hours was just cruel. But, so worth it. We are having another around the holidays, and I hope to do a vbac. Am going to research posterior babies this time in hopes that it doesn’t happen to me again!!

Keep 'em coming, ladies!! :slight_smile:


#12

More awesome stories ladies! Thank you!


#13

After many failed IUI’s, 2 IVF’s 3 FET’s and 3 miscarriges we finally had a baby who was sticking around. Pregnancy was very uncomplicated. Some minor spotting around 14 weeks and a borderline GTT with a perfect 3 hour but otherwise textbook. My doctor did scare me though that I had to have a small baby bc anything over 7 pounds wouldn’t fit vaginaly. So I was really careful and only gained 25 pounds all pregnancy. at 40 weeks exactly my Doctor striped my membranes. Nothing happened. at 40 weeks and 3 days I had some light cramping so I laid low most of the day. Did some light cleaning, took a shower, made cookies and took a nap. My parents asked us out to dinner and during dinner I started to have some heavier cramping. I still ate my cheeseburger and fries and I didn’t let me parents know i was having any contractions. After dinner my DH and I went and walked the mall where I had to stop normal talking durring the cramps but could still walk with no problem. They were happening like every 20 minutes So I wasn’t to concerned. on the way home my FIL texted to see if anything was going on and I told him nothing yet. I got home around 8pm and laid down. The cramps were still every 10-15 minutes and I could lay calmly through them. all of the sudden at 8:30 my contractions were every 2-3 minutes and I couldn’t sit still. I went to the bathroom and had bloody show. I knew that I was supposed to wait till I had contractions that were less then 5 minutes apart lasting a minute for an hour but after about 40 minutes I decided if I didn’t go now I wasn’t sure I could make it the 30 minutes to the hospital. I called the DR who told me to come in. Of course while Im on the phone my DH has to use the bathroom, a #2. He is in there for what feels like forever but in actuality its the quickest he has ever been. lol. We get to the hospital and I walk to labor and delivery. They lost my paperwork and I am in tears because im in pain and they won’t just give us a new form they are convinced they will find the one we already filled out. Finally they give us a new form, we fill it out and then head to triage. I guess the nurses were making bets as to how far along they thought i was. They guessed 4-5 at most. They put me on the monitors and all of a sudden I couldn’t sit still. They wanted to monitor for 10 minutes before they checked me but gave in after 5 minutes because i was so active. Turns out i was 7.5 cm dilated at 10:30 pm. We went to the room and got the IV put in and everything set up. I couldn’t sit still and was all over the place. I asked to be checked before I went in the tub at 11:15 and I was 9 cm. I went in the tub where i did some exorcist stuff. I think my head spun around once or twice. Then I looked and my husband and told him i needed to be checked bc i think it was time. I got to the bed at about 12:10 and I was fully. They told me to push and I didn’t like how it felt. I kept trying to talk them into letting me breath through the contractions. They wouldn’t let me so I pushed with my face not my bottom for a while (bad mistake bc i had so many burst blood vessels in my face and eyes). Finally I decided to just push bc it wasn’t going to end any other way. After about 15 minutes of really pushing my water broke. I felt my daughters head with the next push and then following one she was here (12:38am)! 6lbs 8oz and 20.5 inches long. She came up to my chest right away and apgard 8 and 9. She nursed within 30 minutes and has been a champ since. 4 months later she is 14 pounds 12 oz 27 inches long and has only ever eaten breast milk. :slight_smile: so in love and so worth all the pain and heart ache.


#14

After a miscarriage and D&C (right before Christmas) we decided to try IVF and I got pregnant our first cycle with twins! Everything was like clockwork until the day before I was to be released to my OB (11 weeks pregnant), on Easter Sunday, when I awoke to find I was bleeding. My husband and I rushed to the ER and I was in a panic about having another miscarriage. Luckily both babies were fine, my cervix was closed, and they never could find the cause of the bleeding, but we spent Easter in the ER. After that I spent pretty much the rest of the pregnancy in a state of fear that something would happen to one of the babies or that I would go into preterm labor. I started getting Braxton hicks contractions at 17 weeks, but they didn’t produce any cervical changes so my Drs weren’t concerned. At 28 weeks I had a consult with the high-risk OBs who did a very detailed ultrasound/cervix check and discussed everything with me. She was wonderful, said the only concern was I needed to gain more weight, and that if I wanted to do a vaginal delivery I would have to go to the large city hospital as they were the only ones who would do a breech extraction. Up until this point I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do, I knew vaginally was best but once I heard I’d have to deliver there, and the process of breech extraction, I decided on a C-section. The only thing standing in my way is I HAD to make it to 36 weeks to deliver at the hospital I wanted to deliver at. At 34 weeks my blood pressure started to rise and I had to do 24 hour urine tests every other day. At 36 weeks, my first appointment of the week (I had twice weekly non-stress tests) was great and I was so excited that I was going to make it full term, just one more week! The next morning I’m sitting at my desk getting ready to work when my OB calls, she just got the bloodwork from my tests the day before and I needed to get to the hospital for testing. So I took my time, packed, took a shower, played with my ferret, then my husband and I left for the hospital. During this time the hospital was trying to reach me and eventually called my husband’s phone. When I answered they asked when I last ate, and that’s when I started getting the feeling it was more then just testing I was going in for. We got to the hospital, checked in, and the nurse asked if we were excited to be having the babies today. I was a WRECK! I didn’t want to have them yet, I was sooo worried about them being premature needed to go to the NICU. Mara was born at 2:08 p.m., she came out crying :slight_smile: Chase was born at 2:09, he came out peeing into my incision :P. They were both perfectly healthy, but a little small (4.14 and 5. 15) no NICU, both had APGARs of 9/9, both ready to go home before me. After I delivered my blood pressure soared. I started getting a ton of bloody noses (it was Nov, thought it was just the dry heat) and what I thought was really bad acid reflux. Turned out the reason I needed to be delivered and all the problems I was having after were due to HELLP and my platelets were dropping and liver enlarging. I was discharged five days after the C-section but had to go back to the hospital daily for blood work. A week after they were born I got a call from our vet that my ferret was not doing well and we would have to put her to sleep, two minutes later I got a call from my OB that I needed to go to the hospital and they were thinking of readmitting me. I hated leaving my twins, hated having to say goodbye to by sweet little ferret, and was very emotional. We went to the vet and then up to the hospital where I explained everything I was going through to my OB and that I really needed to be with the babies, luckily she didn’t think I’d have a stroke so didn’t admit me. Those first two weeks were hell but my body finally recovered and they babies didn’t suffer any effects of the HELLP or being premature.