My Husband's Birth Story

Finally I am getting to posting my husbands story (Im too lazy!) and pics of my boys.. see you in the first year forum!

link to pics:
http://www4.snapfish.com.au/slideshow/Albu...788/t_=80373788

The Birth, his story.......

It all started around 5pm last Sunday, 4th of November. I was out running around, dropping off some stuff at a mates place, and picking up a few items from the supermarket. The phone rings, it's Bron ...

"How far away are you? My waters just broke!"

"Oh sh!t! I'll be there in 5!"

"No hurry ... that'll give me time to clean up the mess!"

So for the first (but definitely not the last) time that day, I ran a few red lights (that's flat out red, not orange-going-on-red), and gave the Tucson engine a bit of a workout.

I got home and Bron's on the phone to the hospital, asking when they would like us to come in etc. Turns out they didn't want to see us for an hour or so, because Bron's contractions hadn't started. Plenty of time for a shower, pack a few last minute items, and get up there.

Bron's contractions set in around 5 minutes after getting off the phone to the hospital (of course). Still, no panic ... plenty of time! Even time to swing past a bottle shop and grab a couple of bottles of French bubbly. Nice that half of Tarragindi turned out to stand in line at the counter between the time I got out of the car and got back to being served ...

Counter chick : "So, celebrating anything special?"

Me : "Possibly the birth of my twin sons in your driveway ... my wife is in the car having contractions, waiting for me"

(Cue general laughter from everyone in line behind me)

So we get up to the Mater hospital, with Bron trundling around with 8 minute contractions. We'd phoned ahead, and they were all prepped up for us. I fully recommend having twins, if you want really prompt attention with everything! It was straight into the delivery room. Then the fun really began ...

Bit of practice breathing, bit of lounging around for Bron, trying various positions to ease the (at this point) slight pains of the contractions. After an hour or two of this, increasing amounts of pain, hot showers, vomiting and contractions down to about 5 minutes apart, it was definitely time to have an epidural!

The drugs kicked in, and things started to look rosey. At this stage, Bron was back on the delivery bed, with sensors all over her tummy, and a sensor or two tucked "up inside" on twin one's head (so as not to get signals confused). It was interesting watching the contraction monitor measure the uterus movements: levels that previously had Bron gasping in pain for a minute twenty at a time, were reduced to what felt like a mild tightening. We both *knew* that there was no actual change in what was happening ... it's just that the drugs were that good!

It was about this time that the obstetrician on duty (herein referred to as "Obe Gyn Kenobi") came in to check on progress. She wasn't "our" Obe Gyn Kenobi ... there's 3 of them in the same practice, and they work rotating weekends. However, the Obe Gyn Kenobi we got was/is extremely well known to just about everyone we've ever spoken to, and comes VERY highly recommended.

Everything was swell (especially Brons tummy) ... except Obe Gyn Kenobi really, REALLY wanted to take a look at Bron's previous scan results etc etc.

"Did you guys bring your scan results in with you?"

"No ... we weren't told they'd be needed!"

"Normally they're not, but I'd really like to see them ... where do you live?"

For a minute, I thought about lying and saying something absurd like "Rockhampton!" ... but honesty got the best of me ...

"Tarragindi, on the southside"

"That's only a few minutes drive from here, yes?"

You see where this is heading?

My previous best time from our house to the carpark of the hospital was roughly 9 minutes. I managed just over 20 minutes round trip from the delivery room, to the carpark, to home, inside and finding the material, back to the hospital, the carpark and the delivery room. There's two things I learnt during that drive:

1. Hyundai Tucsons are capable of exceeding 160km/h in the right conditions, if the driver has the right motivations and a vagrant disregard for the engineering and performance limitations of Korean built cars; and
2. At that speed, the car behaves more like a small pleasure yacht: you point it in the vague direction of where you want to be, and then hope like **** the prevailing winds assist you with the steering

I got back up to the hospital ... and of course it was another 2 hour wait or so anyway. During that time, another interesting thing happened: my nervousness really kicked in, and I started getting adrenal flushes. I started pacing, much to the amusement of the attending nurses. Hot and cold full body flushes, mild sweats, and trips to the toilet every 5 minutes or so.

The Oby Gyn explained the various birthing scenarios to us. Basically, twin one was presenting and ready to come out. Twin two was breech-to-transverse. Not to worry, we were told ... there's plenty of room in there after twin one pops out, so the Oby Gyn was confident they would manipulate Bron's belly and get twin two around into the correct position for head-out vaginal delivery as well. Then there's the fairly rare occurrence with twins, where they have to perform a c-section to get number two out. No worries, that's why they recommended we have the epidural early on, so it could just be topped up if things got "interesting". Lastly, there's the really, really rare occurrence, where there's a complication getting number two out, and rather than having a regular c-section, you have an emergency c-section : "don't worry, I've only had to perform one of those in 20 years of doing this".

Anyways, at one point the attending nurse called me around to the "receivers end", pulled the "curtains" aside and said "check that out, that's your son's head!". Funnily enough, all the nervousness etc disappeared immediately. There I was, looking at the crown of my first progeny, and suddenly nothing else mattered but making sure the little guys got out safely. The switch flicked over from "flight" to "fight" in that instant.

The contractions had sped up by now, down to just under 3 minutes apart. The attending nurse thought it might be time to get things underway. She set up a mirror so Bron and I could both see the "receivers end" ... bit of a spin-out, but definitely helps Bron see the progress etc.

We started wondering if the boys were actually going to be born on the same day ... it was looking like a pre-midnight and post-midnight birth at that stage ...

"We'll get Bron to have a bit of a push with the next contraction. 3 nice long pushes per contraction, and we'll see how we go. New mothers normally take around an hour to get the baby to crown ... when we get a little closer, we'll grab the Oby Gyn and get the bubs out! Okay ... here comes the first contraction ... push!

... tic ... tic ... tic

"Nice work! Well done! Okay, here comes the second contraction ... push!"

... tic ... tic ... tic

"That's really great! You're doing so well! Okay, here comes the third contraction ... push!"

... tic ...

"****! Stop pushing! Someone go get the Oby Gyn, and tell her this baby is coming out next contraction!"

The Oby Gyn comes in, takes one look and says "don't bother pushing, the uterus is pushing this baby straight out next contraction".

Sure enough ... contraction ... slip! And out pops Max Thomas Hansen! 2 second pause, and then the wailing starts ... all good!

And then things started to blur.

By this time there were 5 people in the room, Bron and I included. As the seconds ticked over while the Obe Gyn attempted to get twin two to spin around in Bron's belly, more people arrived. I'd have to say one person every 15 seconds.

After a few minutes, and with a lot of people in the room, the Obe Gyn jumped back, said "damn, this is the second one! Cord prolapse!". Suddenly there was a huge flurry of movement, and everyone was rushing around preparing the bed, Bron the room and the hallway outside for a frantic dash to the emergency operating theater. Voices started layering over each other and people dashed around exhibiting the kind of grace and spatial awareness of each other that only comes with medical teams and pit crews.

Meanwhile, I'm standing in a corner out of the way, holding Max. There was a brief stillness from everyone, and the question was asked: "Bronwyn, Tony ... is Tony coming to the operating theater?".

Bron and I looked at each other, and at Max, and Bron said "you stay here with Max, I'm in the best hands here, you just look after our boy and let these people look after me and Riley".

At this stage, I'll comment on Bron's strength and calmness. It was phenomenal. Later, after everything was over, all of the operating theater staff and everyone else involved commented on her strength as well.

It's worth reading what's involved in a cord prolapse ... try the links on the home page. The most diabolical part of it is the woman who had to climb onto the bottom of the bed, and put her hand actually UP INSIDE Bron, and hold twin two's head up off the cervix, in complete contradication to what the uterus was busy trying to do. And with the cervix starting to close up again, the bones and muscle start to contract back onto the nurses arm. Here's a piece of information that (thankfully) wasn't put to the test on the night: the cervix and associated bones and muscles have more than enough hydraulic power to break arm bones. So you can imagine how painful it would have been for the poor lady.

So they barrelled out the door, with enough people handing off the bed to make a photo of the scene look like the cover of "Bedknobs and Broomsticks" or something equally absurd. The doors swung shut, and I was alone with Max.

I knew from various classes, reading etc that an emergency c-section could be anywhere from three minutes, to around twelve minutes. I was bonding strongly with Max, but the seconds were rapidly adding up to long minutes, and I wasn't hearing anything from anyone. I lie: I was getting reassuring comments from one of the nurses that had come into the room to do the associated birthing paperwork, weigh Max, give him his first wash etc. But unless telepathy plays a part in these things, I knew that she didn't *really* know what was going on. And the minutes kept ticking by.

The next bit was like a scene out of "E.R.", or some heart-wrenching loss-of-a-loved-one movie. A nurse walked into the room ...

"Hi, are you the husband and father?"

"Yes ... what's going on?!"

"I'm afraid there's been a complication ... "

The sentence wasn't quite finished, but in the instant that followed the entire world ground to a standstill. My vision was swimming and rushing in and out, there was a crashing white noise in my ears as though I was standing under Niagra Falls, my stomach suddenly felt cold and empty, my knees felt week.

" ... but it's okay, everyone is going to be fine"

Vision snapped back into focus ... well, as focussed as it could be through the sudden explosion of tears that came from nowhere. Another surge of adrenalin, easily biggest of the night. Arms moving more protectively around Max. Rush of blood through the lungs, a few quick hyperventilating breathes. Definitely change in stance on my part: the nurse took a step backward, and the other nurse looked around, put her pen down and stepped behind the messenger.

"Take me to Bronwyn, right now"

"You can't, she's just had very rough surgery, she's still being patched up"

"Take me to Riley"

"You can't, he wasn't breathing for almost 2 minutes, he's okay now, but we've rushed him to intensive care"

"Take Max and I to Riley, RIGHT NOW"

And off we went.

By the time Bron came out of post-op, I had both Max and Riley in my arms. They brought Bron in on an op cart ... she was having violent full-body shakes, and had a look on her face that was a cross between shock, panic and genuine fear. The strongest woman I've ever known was now the most vulnerable I'd ever seen her, and it was crushing me.

We spent some time in the recovery room ... Bron getting pumped full of the strongest drug cocktail you'll find this side of Ibiza,
and me flitting between my two boys in their cribs. Bron got close to each of the boys, but couldn't hold them at that stage ... the drugs, the adrenalin and everything else conspired to keep her in minor fits, and a complete lack of co-ordination -
After an hour or so, the procession was off! Bron's op bed, followed by two nurses with cribs on carts, followed by me with our bags etc on a cart, followed by a long stream of specialists. We were taken to our room, where we got setup, and flooded with instructions, directions etc etc. It was definitely sensory overload at that point, and the midwifes knew it ... they eased back a bit, and gave us some space. The boys were okay at this point, and Bron wasn't going anywhere. I was a complete mess ... it was approaching 7am Monday, and I'd been up since 5am Sunday, including putting in a pretty full day of heavy labour around the house all Sunday.

And that's the birth story!

Seriously, the list goes on ... and on ... and on. Basically, we thank everyone who was involved in the birth and subsequent delivery to our room at the Mater. Bron tells me Glenda was commenting post-op how we were "quite lucky" ... the team that was on that night, the availability of that particular birthing room, the availability of that particular operating theatre etc. Luck might play a small part ... but the real thanks needs to go to the team at the Mater for their dedication, skills and support.

Like everyone else, we were subjected to the usual cliches and comments all the way through the pregnancy. I'm here to tell you that what everyone says is absolutely true:

1. *Nothing* can prepare you for the birth of your first child. No amount of heading, no amount of watching education videos and YouTube clips, no number of discussions with friends who have had children. Every birthing experience is different. Well, maybe not ... after all, our Obe Gyn had done one similar sometime in the last 20 years ...
2. Your own babies are definitely more beautiful than all the other babies
3. It's okay, indeed it's absolutely normal, to feel like you're the first man in the world ever to become a father
4. If you've ever felt uncomfortable picking up or holding someone elses' baby, fear not. Not only will you not need instructions on how to hold and handle your own baby, it will also feel like the most natural thing in the world. In fact, I'd give it 3 minutes before you're convinced that you could run classes.
5. Go the epidural. Bron says that giving birth to Max was the most enjoyable thing she has EVER done. I tried arguing that making him in the first place might be up there ... but she insists that having the epidural gave her the clear mind she needed to be able to focus on the job of giving birth, commit every detail of the experience to memory, without having details glazed over by any pain and enjoy it.

Thanks for sharing my side of the story!

 

That was the best birth story i have ever read!!! Congrats and im sorry that things went that way.. Im glad all of you are okay!

 

YAY!!!! CONGRATULATIONS!!!!!! :birthday: Sweet Boys!!!!!!

I am sorry that you had to deliver both ways but I am so glad everything turned out ok!!! I really enjoyed reading your birth story!!

 

Wow, what an amazing story!! Long, but it caught my attention the whole time. He has a great way of getting a visual across.

Your link to the pictures isn't working. If you get a chance, try again, I would love to see them!!

 

Congratulations on the birth of your healthy babies. They are so cute. It sounds like you had some scary moments, but it all worked out well. I enjoyed reading your husbands story, it definitely gives a different perspective.

 

Oh nO! Full birth experience!! I'm sorry, but it sounds like everything is ok. All's well that ends well, and they are GORGEOUS boys. Congratulations and :birthday: to Max and Riley.

 

Congrats!

 

Wow, what an amazing birth!! I'm so sorry that it was so rough, it sounds like you were a real trouper! Gosh, your husband REALLY loves you, it was so neat hearing his side of the story. You guys should think about writing a book!

Sara

 

That was so fun to read!!! I can't even begin to tell you how much I enjoyed that!!!! I am glad that everyone is here, safe and sound. What an incredible experience!

 

Congrats... nice to hear the guys experience... that was crazy but I am super happy all was good in the end!

 

Congratulations!!!! I am so glad it all turned out for the best. Thanks for sharing a man's point of view. I've been a mom 3 times already, and my ex never told me what it was like for him. It's amazing and I hope to hear my DH's side of the story someday when these 2 are born! Again, thanks for sharing and congratulations! :birthday:

 

Glad everyone is safe…

I have to tell your husband what a great story, I copied it so my DH can read one from a guy…

I love it when my husband up dates his family in email about our dramas… I find it so interesting to hear his point of view…

 

Congratulations and :birthday:

 

He is a wonderful story teller. Glad it all turned out well, that was quite an experience. Congratulations on your two sweet baby boys! They are absolutely gorgeous.

 

Congratulations and thanks for sharing an amazing story!

 

Now that is one for the baby books!! Congrats!

 

What an awesome birth story!

Congrats!

So glad everything turned out fine :clapping:

 

You are an amazing story teller!! I agree, def the most entertaining birth story ever!!! Great to hear the other side!!

Congratulations on the birth of your two gorgeous boys!!!!

 

What an amazing birth story!!!

 

Congratulations!! Im sorry you had such a rough delivery!! I am glad that everyone is ok though. Enjoy your babies! x

 

congrats, glad to hear everyone is doing well. that has to be one of the most amazing birth stories I have heard. Definitely one for the kids to read when they are old enough..

 

Thank you for sharing such a well-written, engaging story! I am so glad it all turned out well. DH sounds like an amazing husband and father! Congratulations, your boys are beautiful :wub: !

 

Thank God everyone is okay! I loved the story, thanks for sharing.