Around that same time, the vomitting started. I have no idea why people call it morning sickness, I was sick all day for about 4 months. I couldn't eat, whatever I ate just came back up. I was worried about leaving the house, because I never knew when the need to throw up would come - I didn't want to be throwing up in garbage cans on the street. Luckily, this never happened. Then again, I didn't go out much. When I was 3½ months pregnant I weighed 5 kgs less than before I had gotten pregnant. Throughout the entire pregnancy, food was my enemy. I lived off dry bread with cheese, yoghurt, watermelon and strawberries with whipped cream. And loads and loads of chocolate, though I knew I shouldn't...
At approximately 5 months, I was given medical leave from work. The throwing up had stopped but I still felt nausious and hardly ate. Every part of my body hurt, I was having problems sleeping and I was getting dizzy-spells that were so extreme everything started spinning around and the world went black. They lasted a few seconds, when I got one I had to sit down right away and just wait for it to pass. I was equally scared every time. I wasn't sleeping well, and I was depressed. I never suffered from post-natal depression, but I sure did suffer from pre-natal depression, if that exists!
We lost count of the amount of times we rushed to the ER. The first 5-6 months because I was in pain or had cramps, and was sure there was something wrong. Twice I bled and panicked. Everytime I was checked thouroughly and told that everything was fine, I should go home and rest. The last 2-3 months I was convinced that I was having contractions, and rushed to the hospital. It wasn't until the last month that I actually started getting contractions, but nothing that mattered, and nothing that started the actual process of giving birth. The last month I was so fed up with being pregnant, so depressed about the whole situation, and so excited to get to know these 2 little girls who were growing inside me, that I cried every time the hospital sent me back home. I couldn't take it anymore, I just wanted to get it over with!
Throughout the entire pregnancy, Albert was so good to me!! He took care of me, bought fruit, cheese, yoghurt and chocolate, cooked things when I thought I was able to eat real food, rubbed my belly when I woke up at 3 am with pain, held me when I cried, talked to the girls in my belly, and took lovely photos - some of which you can see below.
We had been warned that many twins are born premature, and that an average twin pregnancy lasts 36 weeks. I was induced at 39 weeks, by then I had gained 16 kgs. The rest you can read about in the actual blog! :)
3 years after having given birth, I discovered a blog I had apparently started while pregnant. I have no recollection of writing it, but it is definitely my blog and my pregnancy. You can read it here, it's not very long; I guess I stopped writing because I couldn't find a lot of positive things to write about... And I guess I started writing again after the birth og Liva and Laia because my life was so full of positive, amazing moments that I just wanted to share them with other people, and remember them forever!
|2½ hours after this photo Liva came into the world, 11 minutes later Laia followed|
|Liva about ½ hour old|
|Laia about ½ hour old|
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