Real life: Pregnant with twins and didn't know it
Concerned about her daily tiredness, Sally Giles went to see her GP. The doctors had some news. She was 23 weeks pregnant — with two babies.
This article appeared in the the April-May issue of Mother & Baby magazine. Click here to subscribe.
Concerned about her daily tiredness, Sally Giles went to see her GP. The doctors had some news. She was 23 weeks pregnant with two babies.
"As I watched the tiny baby girls lying in front of me, I considered the strange ways of the world. Just 13 days ago I hadn’t even known I was pregnant, let alone carrying twins. And now, here I was, in intensive care with my premature daughters, desperately praying they would win their fight to survive. It was a hell of a lot to take in.
Rewind two weeks. I was rushing around between my part-time job and looking after my four-year-old son, Daniel. We also had my 13-year-old stepdaughter, Charlotte. As far as my husband Dave and I were concerned, our family was happy and complete.
But something was bothering me. I’d get home from work at 4pm every day, so exhausted that all I could do was stagger to the sofa and fall asleep. Worried I had some kind of terrible illness, I went to see my doctor. The GP suspected I had an underactive thyroid, and ran some blood and urine tests.
When I went to collect my results the next day, there was an unfamiliar woman in the room. “I’ve got your results,” she said. “There is a very good explanation for your tiredness. You’re pregnant.” My mouth dropped open, and I could barely hear her finish: “At least 20 weeks pregnant.”
No warning signs
Driving home, I started to replay the past five months over and over in my head. How could I not have realised I was pregnant? Was I really that stupid? But there had honestly been nothing to make me suspect it for a second. I was on the Pill, and still having regular periods. At 178cm and a size 14, my size and shape hadn’t changed very much. The fact I had no cravings or morning sickness didn’t surprise me, as I’d had neither of these when carrying Daniel, although at 20 weeks with him, I did have a huge bump. The only real difference had been the utter exhaustion I was feeling every afternoon.
Then I started to worry about my recent behaviour — hardly that of a pregnant woman. I’d been drinking — never more than a couple of glasses of wine a week, but still more than if I’d known I was carrying a baby. I’d been eating Brie and bacon bread rolls — a no-no during pregnancy. I had even been moving heavy furniture. Still, it wasn’t until I saw Dave that the enormity of the news hit me. We were due to watch Daniel play football. I walked shakily towards Dave, who took one look at me and said, “You’re pregnant, aren’t you?” I started to cry and he wrapped his arms around me. Dave had always been adamant he didn’t want any more.”
You can read more about Sally’s real life surprise in the April-May issue of Mother & Baby magazine, on sale now! Click here to subscribe.
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