I feel so lucky to have made it to 37 weeks of a twin pregnancy. I’ve read that 60% of twin pregnancies result in spontaneous birth before 37 weeks so when our twins were delivered at 37 weeks + 2 days of pregnancy, we had a nice, relaxed day. They (nearly) always deliver twins before 38 weeks and with a breech Twin 1, ours came by planned c- section.

I was nervous and excited in the waiting room on the morning of the delivery. When we arrived, I gave all the other couples a cheery “morning!” as we came into the room. No one said anything. I had hoped to strike up some small talk about how great it was that we were going to meet our babies today. Nothing.

We twiddled our thumbs for ages in our single room, waiting to be called to theatre. Quite a surreal experience knowing that we’d finally get to meet our twins. The gown I put on over my huge bump hardly covered my bottom and Rhuaraidh had to put on blue scrubs. We’d assumed he’d be given some Crocs to wear in theatre but he wasn’t so he had to wear his brown leather brogues with his scrubs and looked like a bit of a tit!

I passed my time sitting looking like a “pun a mince” as the nurse who came in to fill in all the paperwork called me. The surgeon came to meet us and if I hadn’t been so excited to meet the babies, I’d have been worried by his extremely dull, unenthusiastic manner.

We were finally called to make our way up the corridor. Rhuaraidh had to wait outside until I’d been anaesthetised. It all went smoothly. But I was worried by the number of people in the room, the two resuscitator tables at the ready and whether my anaesthetic would work properly or whether I’d feel everything.

The anaesthetist was sitting with me and Rhuaraidh had been allowed to come in and sit on a stool at my head. At 11.46, after what felt like someone digging around inside me and a lot of pushing and pulling, S was born, feet first and taken for a quick check. He weighed in at a healthy 7lbs. They quickly stuck a nappy and a wee knitted hat on and brought him round the curtain and positioned him on my chest as I’d requested immediate skin to skin. A very different experience to catching E in the birthing pool after my first delivery! It was tricky to keep S on my chest as my hands were out to my sides and he was slippy and I was sweaty.

Two minutes later, Rhuaraidh stood up and looked over the curtain to watch as R was born. He weighed 6lb 13oz. Rhuaraidh shot me a worried glance as he registered my previous “if it’s two boys then I’d maybe like to have a 4th to try for a girl” comment. We’d agreed that if I wasn’t able to give skin to skin then Rhuaraidh should. So he took R and stuck him down the front of his scrubs.

Once I was stitched up and had been rolled on to a bed, I was given S&R (unnamed at that point) to hold on my chest and that is how I spent the first few hours through in the recovery ward; soaking up their smells, attempting to latch them on to feed and enjoying bonding with our two lovely wee boys.