Then: HELLP, I am in Labour


Panic, pain and a realisation that this was happening. There was no going back.  I knew that I had to push two babies out of me, I had no idea how I was going to do it.

After my waters broke, the nurse hooked me up to a monitor to review my contractions.  I sat for what felt like days, it was actually only an hour.  I was uncomfortable and grumpy.

When the nurse came back she looked at the results and said: “I think you should call your husband”.

I called him. He asked if he had time to have a shower.  I asked the midwife and she said “tell him to come now”. She seemed annoyed at this suggestion.  I was annoyed at this suggestion.

If I had known that he would spend the next 5 days worrying that I would die.  I would have let him have that shower.

If I had known that over the next few days he would be scared to close his eyes in case something took a turn for the worse.  I would have let him have that shower.

If I could go back and have a strong, harsh word with my former self.  I would do so.

But I didn’t know that.  He didn’t have his shower.


I am still smiling, I assume this was taken after the Epidural!

Over the next few hours there was pain, tiredness and all normal things related to labour.  The midwife and hubby said that I hardly spoke when I had my contractions. I am disappointed by this. I had watched One Born Every Minute many times.  I often assumed that I would be screaming, swearing and telling my husband off for getting me into this mess.  I didn’t.  I just took little breaths and said nothing.  My hubby still does impressions of me to this day.  He got off pretty lightly I think.

Pain Relief

When I found out I was pregnant, I wanted a water birth.  I thought it seemed calm, natural and a great way to welcome babies into this world.  Having twins meant I didn’t have this option.  I was high-risk and had to give birth under observation.

It was recommended that I had an epidural.  This is due to the high possibility of an emergency C-section.  An epidural being in place makes this process quicker. I didn’t argue.

I worried for months about it though, having a huge needle plunged into my back didn’t appeal.  Actually, it wasn’t bad at all.  The worst was trying to curve my back forward so they could insert the needle.  I had a mahoosive bump and it was very hard to lean forward.  I did it though and the epidural was put in first time.  It made a huge difference to the pain.

Blood pressure

If you have read my previous post you will know that one of the reasons I was kept in hospital was because of high blood pressure.  The blood pressure caused huge problems when I was in labour.  It made me anxious.  My blood pressure was up and down throughout the whole day.  Sky high one minute, the nurse would administer medication and then it would plunge dangerously low.  They couldn’t control it.  Blood pressure continued to be a problem for me over the next few days.


If someone asks me what I remember about being in labour, the first thing that springs to mind is not the pain, it is the CONSTANT playing of bagpipes outside the hospital window.

I was in a London hospital, right next to Waterloo Bridge and the London Eye.  There are always plenty of street-acts here to entertain tourists, including a Piper.  Which is entertaining…..unless you are in hospital.  If you are already a women on the edge, in labour and not feeling at your most chirpy, then you can quickly come to HATE this sound.

I spent hours complaining about it, begging my husband and the midwives to ‘go downstairs to sort him out’.  I really didn’t care what ‘sort it out’ meant.   To my dissappointment they didn’t.

I have never been able to appreciate bagpipes again, which is sad.  I am Scottish and it is part of my heritage.


This was the view from my hospital window.  Impressive isn’t it?  I didn’t appreciate it at all unfortunately!

House Sale

When all this fun stuff was happening, my husband received a call to put an offer in on our small London home.  We had been trying to sell it for 9 months, it is ironic that it all kicked off on the day I went into labour.  A few phone calls later and we had sold our house.  High five to my hubby for staying calm under immense pressure.


Early evening came.  The midwife said she didn’t think it would be today. However, around 10pm, the midwife checked and realised things had moved on significantly.  It was time to PUSH!

I pushed and pushed and pushed…. for 2 hours.  Nothing happened.  I was in a great deal of pain, even with the epidural.  The room filled with people.  They looked concerned; I was quickly getting used to people looking concerned around me.  A consultant was called.  A scanning machine was demanded.

The scan showed both boys heads were stuck in the birth canal.   They were fighting to get out first – competitive with each other even at this very early age.

The Consultant explained that I needed to be taken to theatre now.  They needed to assist the delivery.  C-section risk was even higher at this point.

Consent forms were signed.  Husband was put into scrubs.  We were rushed into the theatre.

I am going to find the next few posts very hard to write.  I feel panicky thinking about it.


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  1. February 27, 2016 / 11:22 am

    I hope reliving it all through writing does help though, Take care of yourself as you do it though, don’t rush. Thank you so far for sharing your story, it’s a compelling read and if someone is in the same situation as you it will be really helpful I’m sure x

    • March 3, 2016 / 6:21 pm

      It really does help. The fact that people are reading it as well has been fab. I have had a lot of response from people that have also had HELLP, which has helped me too x

  2. February 27, 2016 / 7:22 pm

    It is so important that you are sharing this story, it is raising awareness of something that is not well heard of. And I think it is important for people to be prepared for all eventualities when in labour. I really am sorry that you had to go through this though, and I am so glad that you had a happy outcome from it.

    I think, even in my painful state, I would have walked out the hospital and punched the bagpipe player on the nose though! xx

  3. cvnxena
    February 28, 2016 / 7:25 pm

    I would have gone insane if there were bagpipes outside the window during my labour! I was irritated enough without street players going on!

  4. February 28, 2016 / 9:12 pm

    *hugs* I know how difficult writing this out is for you. 8 months after my emergency c-section I couldn’t hold in all the emotions anymore and in 2 hours spilled out the whole story. It’s been over 6 years and I still can’t bring myself to read it again, let alone share it. I admire your strength for doing this, truly.

  5. February 28, 2016 / 9:17 pm

    Oh my god I hear you about the bagpipes I feel like yelling at them to shut up aha! I am sorry to hear about your pregnancy troubles how are you feeling now?

  6. February 28, 2016 / 11:07 pm

    No one really knows how their labour is going to play out..ours didnt go to plan first time round either. I look forward to reading but take your time, don’t let it stress you out. You are writing for you so you should do it at your own pace. As for the bagpipes… would have driven me nuts!! xx

  7. February 29, 2016 / 6:50 am

    Gosh that sounds like quite a stressful experience! My husband still makes impressions of my labour noises too. It makes me like him a little bit less each time he does it. :/ I am so glad everything turned out ok in the end as this series is quite… high energy!

  8. February 29, 2016 / 7:58 pm

    Oh gosh – how scary for you. Bagpipes would have driven me nuts too. I wanted a water birth for my first – and ended up having an emergency c-section 🙁 Kaz x

  9. March 1, 2016 / 9:18 am

    Aw, this sounds like it’s going to be a very traumatic birth story. I hope it helps you to get your story our there.

  10. March 1, 2016 / 10:07 pm

    Thank you for sharing your story, I can’t imagine what you went through but I hope its helping by talking about it #abitofeverything x

  11. March 4, 2016 / 10:51 am

    This is scary! I didn’t realise that two babies could descend at the same time. You must have been so unnerved when you heard that. Thanks for sharing your story with #abitofeverything

  12. March 4, 2016 / 1:55 pm

    I work at a hospital and it astounds me that they let bagpipe players that close to the grounds. I’ve been shushed at work just for laughing too loud. Keeping things quiet and peaceful has been a real source of emphasis the last few years.

  13. March 4, 2016 / 2:15 pm

    Glad you and those teens are well! I don’t think most people realize just how dangerous giving birth can be. Humans are not well designed.
    Good luck with adolescence!

  14. March 4, 2016 / 4:52 pm

    Thanks for sharing your story – you are very brave. I can’t believe you heard bagpipes, I can imagine how awful that would be! It must have been very scary for you when they told you they had both descended. #coolmumclub

    • March 13, 2016 / 6:27 am

      It all feels a little surreal now when I think of it. If I ever meet that piper I will have to have words! 🙂 x

  15. March 4, 2016 / 7:16 pm

    OMG bagpipes!? Is that some kind of cruel joke to an extra level of challenge to your birthstory?! Proving that giving birth is NOT the most natural thing in the world, in my book anyway. Thanks so much for linking up to #coolmumclub with this lovely x

    • March 13, 2016 / 6:31 am

      Ha ha yes I know. Thankfully I didn’t hear him when I was moved to high dependency, so that is something at least 🙂 x

  16. Becky, Cuddle Fairy
    March 7, 2016 / 5:36 pm

    Oh I’m nervous for the next post – you had a difficult time lovely. Too bad about the bag pipes outside the window. I know exactly what you mean though – I drank iced tea at the beginning of my second labour & couldn’t drink it again for years – such a shame as I used to love iced tea. Thanks so much for linking up with blogger club uk x

    • March 13, 2016 / 6:42 am

      It’s funny sometimes things just turn you off. If took me a couple of years to have peppermint tea again, I was drinking that when I had morning sickness. X

  17. March 7, 2016 / 9:28 pm

    I was totally thinking how awesome your view was but I’d have to agree that the sound of bagpipes had to be annoying while you were trying to get 2 babies out of you. Visiting from #AnythingGoes.

    • March 13, 2016 / 6:44 am

      I am glad hubby took a photo – I am not sure I looked out the window ha ha! The comments have made me smile on this post, everyone has picked up on the bagpipes. It’s funny that everyone can feel how annoying it was without being there 🙂 xxx

  18. March 7, 2016 / 9:49 pm

    Oh my goodness two heads stuck in the birth canal. I can only imagine what happened next. I feel panicky just thinking about it let alone having to go through it. Well done. #fartglitter

  19. March 8, 2016 / 3:38 pm

    Goodness me, I feel worried for you just reading it. I truly hope you find some solace in writing about it, we will be here reading.
    It’s compelling and informative at the same time.

    • March 13, 2016 / 6:46 am

      Oh yes it has definitely helped. I am taking a break and doing the lighthearted blogging challenge for a few weeks then will be back to do the rest xx

  20. reimerandruby
    March 8, 2016 / 3:57 pm

    Oh this just reminded me when I was on labor with my first born, was also on emergency C-section. But two babies head being stuck in the birth canal, seems worrying. Anyway, Thanks for sharing your story! #TwinklyTuesday

  21. March 9, 2016 / 2:14 am

    Eek, just reading this is making me anxious. Ugh, bagpipes are not the sound I’d want to hear at that time either. I also wasn’t a screamer. Just a few well placed quiet expletives apparently.


    • March 13, 2016 / 6:48 am

      Ha ha isn’t it funny. We all react so differently. I think I had a few quiet expletives too! Hubby got off lightly though as it was all directed at the bagpipes not him 🙂 x

  22. March 13, 2016 / 2:41 pm

    Oh this must be so difficult to write and relive all over again – but I’m sure it’s also helping in a way. I can only imagine how much those bagpipes were doing your head in! Intrigued to read the next part of your story x #picknmix

  23. March 15, 2016 / 4:57 pm

    It sounds like you had a really traumatic birth, I really look forward to reading the next so the next instalment; but from what you’ve put I think it’s going to be a bumpy ride! I follow you on Twitter and Facebook, but only realised that you joined the same Linkys as me. at least your house went up for sale, congratulations to your husband for keeping cool under immense pressure! I shall probably be commenting on every post from now on 😛 xxx #AnythingGoes

  24. March 16, 2016 / 9:09 pm

    You are so brave to be sharing your story with everyone. I hope it hasn’t been too difficult to write the next two if you have yet? Well done to your husband can’t believe he managed to sell the house in the middle of it all! Superdad in the making. Thanks for linking to #PickNMix

    • March 17, 2016 / 8:55 am

      Ha ha I know. I am thankful he is a calm and level headed person (unlike me) and took it all in his stride. It takes a lot to shake him.
      I have started the next lot, I was thankful to get the blogging challenge at this point as it has given me a chance to breathe and concentrate on something else as well while I do the next lot, I like to take my time over these as emotion can often make my first couple of drafts unreadable X

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