Disclaimer: I want to be clear that I’m sharing what happened in my own pregnancy, not advising anyone else to make the same decision(s). My medical circumstances, questions, and decisions were specific to me. Please consult your doctor for any medical advice that’s specific to your pregnancy.
My Third Amazing Supernatural Childbirth Experience
I was 34 weeks and 2 days pregnant with twin boys when a routine prenatal appointment unexpectedly turned into an emergency hospital visit. What began as a diagnosis of preeclampsia eventually led to an unexpected twin delivery—and one of the most supernatural childbirth experiences of my life.
My due date was June 30, 2024. I was expecting God for another supernatural childbirth, I just didn’t expect it to happen when it did.
[5] Trust in the LORD with all thine heart; And lean not unto thine own understanding. [6] In all thy ways acknowledge him, And he shall direct thy paths.
Proverbs 3:5-6 (KJV)
It Was A Normal Doctor’s Visit
It was like any other Tuesday…
I was at that moment, currently, 34 weeks and 2 days pregnant.
The sun was shining and the skies were clear. The weather projections were nothing short of a beautiful day ahead.
I woke up and got ready to start my day.
My body is in no rush to get up though. I usually go to bed late, not because I want to, I’m just not able to fall asleep right away. So on this particular day, I just want to stay in bed and let the REM begin. My legs are fat and my feet are still swollen and tender to the touch. I’ve been tested for pre-eclampsia multiple times throughout my pregnancy and each time, the results came back negative. Walking takes a lot of work because my feet hurt and it makes it harder to move around.
Also, I’m not looking forward to what awaits me ahead, but my mind tells me that I need to get up and get my girls ready for school before they’re late. I managed to get out of the bed and got moving.
I went upstairs to get my girls ready for school. When I got to their room and opened their door, they were all sound asleep. So I took this time to just look at them sleeping.
They look so peaceful and it’s a shame I have to wake them up. I do this almost every morning before they wake up. It sometimes causes me to start my day a bit late, but seeing how peaceful they look, I pray that God would continue to keep His hands on them and help me to raise them according to His will for their lives.
Waking them up can be a task in itself. So most times I would just get a rag, wet it with some cool almost lukewarm water, and wipe it across their face to help wake them up.
Interesting fact about me, I used to deter myself from using lukewarm water because of the Bible scripture that says:
Revelation 3:15-16 CSB
[15] I know your works, that you are neither cold nor hot. I wish that you were cold or hot. [16] So, because you are lukewarm, and neither hot nor cold, I am going to vomit you out of my mouth.
I would feel so bad. It had to be hot or cold.
Crazy mindset and completely unrelated to the scripture. I’m getting it together.
Anywho, on that particular day, I gently shook them and called out their names. It didn’t work, so I went on to phase two. I tickled them. They began to stir, and I even got some smiles. Next began, phase three. I took a pillow and had a little solo pillow fight with them. They began to wake up and I began to talk to them. Reminding them to go to bed a bit earlier so they can get more sleep.
Once up, I help them to get ready and send them downstairs to gather their things. They ate breakfast and then brushed their teeth. Afterward, I brushed their hair, spritzed it with my rosemary water mixture, and moisturized it with some natural hair grease.
I tell myself to do these things the day before so I wouldn’t have to do it in the morning and it would save me so much time, but the way my body has been feeling lately, my only task the previous night was to get them in bed and myself to sleep.
With everyone set and good to go, we all went out the door. I dropped them off at school and told them that I would see them later since I would be picking them up. Then I went back home to start preparing for my doctor’s appointment.
Driving back to the house, I thought about asking my husband if he wanted to come, but I knew he had a lot of running around to do so I told myself to remind him of the next appointment.
He made some scrambled eggs with peppers, and I think he put some onions inside of it. He gave our youngest daughter some seeded red grapes, but she didn’t finish it, so I ate them as well. My husband has a way of cooking that amazes me. Whereas I would use some salt to season my food, his food, every so often, comes out tasting flavorful without it, but I’m still tempted to add a pinch of salt, thinking to myself that it would bring everything together. But that’s just me.
I got delayed in leaving on time as I was talking to my husband; I thanked him for making breakfast. We tend to have these random discussions every now and again.
Once I take care of myself and make sure he’s good, I head out to my doctor’s appointment. I have to be there for 11:45 am but once I put the address into the GPS, it’s projected that I won’t get there until 12:05 pm. Not bad. Surprisingly, I would still be within the grace period. I think.
I wobbled to our minivan and remembered wondering,” How much driving would I be able to do?” Because my belly was looking like an overdue belly at 41 weeks. The traffic wasn’t bad and I didn’t have to rush to get there.
I usually tend to play some gospel music while I drive, but for that day, I played nothing. With my mind focused on the Lord, I wanted to hear from God. I opted to enjoy the silence, but it was oftentimes interrupted by the noise that the minivan would make. It needs to be looked after.
Another story for another day, but I’m confident that the Lord will bless us with the resources to get it fixed.
So with all that was going on around me, I was aware of my surroundings, but not distracted and my mind was clear.
I recall thinking about the boys coming early, but for selfish reasons, I wanted them to come out on their due date or later.
Why? You might ask. Well for one, I had this whole idea of having the boy’s birthday in SC during the family reunion that we usually go to. And my number two reason is, my boys will be my second set of twins. My twin girls have a birthday in May and I wanted a gap between their birthdays just to give myself some time to plan for their birthday.
But my body had other plans.
Until It Wasn’t
When I made it to my destination, I found a parking spot almost instantly and it was right in front of the building.
Thank you, LORD!
I took some time, maybe about 5 minutes to get up and gather my things, and get out the van.
I walked to the building and was contemplating walking up the 4 flights of stairs or taking the elevator. With the way my feet were feeling, my decision was an easy one to make.
To the elevator, I go.
The elevator didn’t take too long to come and once inside, I looked at my phone and saw that I would be a little earlier than I expected. It was 11:58 am.
So, now the elevator opens on the floor of my doctor’s office and I wobble to the door. Once inside, the ladies at the counter greet me and I signed my name on the chart. Taking a seat across from the counter, I waited for the Nurse to call my name.
My feet were swollen like nobody’s business. They hurt with each step I take and each move I make. I had to wear sandals and am thankful that it’s sandal-wearing flip-flop weather.
HGTV is playing on the television, but I look on my phone briefly to pass the time. Not too long after checking in, I wanna say 20 minutes, then the Tech calls my name.
This appointment would be like the other 3 that I’ve been to. They were going to check my weight, and my pressure, put me in a room to monitor the boys, and then I would see the doctor afterward.
This was how I expected this visit to go. At least that is what I told myself. And why should it be any different?
But once inside the triage room, the Tech weighs me. I’m 189 lbs. That’s the heaviest I’ve ever been with any pregnancy! At this point, I have gained about 50 lbs.
Then again, I am carrying twins, so I guess that’s no reason to be alarmed.
Next, she takes my pressure. It’s pretty high 150/90. She mentioned that it was a high reading and that she would wait a bit before she retested me again. After a few moments, she tested again and it was still high. She goes outside and comes back in with the doctor. The doctor then told me that from my last appointment, based on the tests that they did, they found protein in my urine. She said the words I never thought I hear.
You have pre-eclampsia.
But nobody has told me until now?!?!
But in my mind, I’m saying we tested for this at almost every visit. How could this have been missed??
I just sat there in disbelief, nodding my head as if I understood everything she was telling me. My mind is rushing a mile a second (forget the minute) and as I’m thinking about what this could mean, the doctor tells me that we will not continue the appointment today because it didn’t make sense and advises me to go over to the hospital to L&D right away. Everything would be taken care of and ready when I got there.
What?!
I call my husband to update him on the events while remaining calm because in my mind I’m not sure what to expect. But I expected to go over there, have them monitor me for a couple of hours or so, and then I would be heading back to my family.
Nope!
I got to the hospital and parked in the Emergency Department parking lot. Because, again, I’m not expecting to be here for the whole day. I wobble to the entrance to the Women’s Hospital. People are congratulating me. I smile and keep walking because, in my mind, I’m not having the babies today; I’m here for a different reason. I’m thinking that I’ll walk on over to Labor and Delivery, get checked out, have my BP monitored, and make my way back home to my husband and the girls.
Wishful thinking.
Upon entering the building, I stand on the line and wait. There aren’t that many people ahead of me. I want to say that there were probably about 7 people ahead of me. The weight of my belly is weighing heavily on my feet and I shift uncomfortably from one foot to the next. Then I hold my belly in my hands and lift it a bit because standing in one place for even a few minutes is proving to be too much.
A security guard notices me on the line and asks me if I’m going up to L&D and I tell him yes. He tells me to come off the line and to go right up.
Ok, Lord, Thank you!
I get off the line and wobble walk my way to the elevators. When the elevator doors opened, I walked inside. Once the door closed, I released a breath I didn’t realize I was holding.
What is going on??
My mind still hasn’t grasped the extent of my current situation. I’ve never dealt with pre-eclampsia personally, so I’m not knowledgeable about it. Sure, I’ve read about it, but couldn’t, without doing a Google search, remember what it was.
I have a very close family member who also developed pre-eclampsia late into her pregnancy and the same thing happened to her. She went to her appointment, the doctor took her BP, but the next thing she knew, the doctor called the ambulance and told her that she had to go to the hospital right away. At this point, the doctor still didn’t tell her that she had pre-eclampsia. She found out AFTER she was admitted to the hospital. Then later on that day, she had her baby.
Crazy!
I was not thinking of having any babies on this day. It was too early, and I didn’t plan for them. There were so many pictures that I didn’t take. Heck, I didn’t even have my baby shower yet!
As I looked at the numbers in the elevator ascending to the L&D floor, my mind which was once assaulted with thoughts, was now blank. I was almost in a daze I want to say, but still very much aware of what was going on.
It all felt surreal.
Once the door opened up, my game face came back on. I was cool, calm, and collected. I went to the window to admit myself. The nurse came right away and took me to the Triage room and they took my BP. Weirdly enough, it wasn’t high.
Hallelujah!
I was hoping for a short stay so that I could head back home to be there when my girls came out from school. So with the normal blood pressure reading, I was hopeful that it would go that way.
The nurse was very nice and proceeded to ask me about my history. At some point, I told her that this was my 4th pregnancy with my 5th and 6th child. She was surprised. I just smiled at her, because I get that a lot.
Since the beginning of this pregnancy, God told me that He’s got me. He told me not to worry. So I was trying my hardest not to. And for a while, I succeeded.
Thinking back, one of the first things I should have done, but didn’t do, was talk to God. I just went with the motions. But at no point did I experience fear.
When I was done with Triage, they put me in a room. From there I had to wait to see some more doctors. It didn’t take long. About 3 individuals entered the room. I believe one was a Doctor and the other 2 were nurses or one was a Nurse and the other one was a Tech.
The Doctor was very nice and further enhanced my experience thus far at the hospital. She was very professional and made sure I was comfortable and understood everything she was saying. Until she told me to undress and put on the famous hospital gown.
I did not want to, because again, I was not thinking that I would be having these babies any time soon..
They took some blood to run some more tests and took my BP again. Then she left and told me she would be back soon. So…I waited. I thought that since my BP was good, everything else was good.
Ent! Wrong!
My brother-in-law stopped by to see me for a bit and I appreciated it more than I thought I would. Not too long after he left, my sister came, and then my husband came. I just looked at him and we just smiled at each other. I shook my head. The day’s events threw me for a loop-de-loop.
Were the babies coming?
The Doctor came back into the room and immediately confirmed that I indeed had pre-eclampsia. She also told me that my liver numbers were being affected and as a result of the pre-eclampsia, my other organs were endangered of being affected.
Just GREAT!
Now I’m looking at her all wide-eyed with a bemused look on my face. I have pre-eclampsia. That’s what I thought to myself because I still didn’t allow the words to roll off my tongue. Before I could gather my thoughts, she told me that the babies had to come out.
What?!?!
I asked her if it would happen this week, and she said it would happen between today and tomorrow. They would induce me today and by tomorrow or the next day, the babies would be here.
Whaaaaaat?!?!?!
I was in disbelief. The babies were coming this week?
OMGoodness?!
Now a new doctor came into the room. He informed me of the potential risks associated with a preterm pregnancy. Another thing I didn’t think about. He told me that since the babies would be born early, they have a greater chance of developing breathing problems as it would be possible that they wouldn’t be able to breathe on their own. He said there was a steroid shot they could inject me with that would be able to help them.
At this point, I remember God telling me, “No”. And that was all I heard, so I told the doctor “No”. He said ok, then proceeded to tell me the possible complications that I may have. So I asked him how old the drug was and what the success rate of it was. Also, if I didn’t take it, what would be done once they were born? He said they would explore those options when the time came.
I opted not to get the shot. Given the circumstances, I was still in shock, and at the same time, I was over it. As a result, I made up my mind that I wouldn’t take anything else other than what was needed to get the induction started.
I tried to prolong the induction and asked the doctor if there was any way to treat pre-eclampsia. I felt as if he looked at me sideways as if I asked a rhetorical question when he responded and said, “No, the babies have to come out”. And when I had no more questions, he left.
Darn it!
Another doctor came in not too long after the previous doctor and introduced himself. He said he would be the doctor delivering my babies. He told me that since it was a multiple pregnancy, anything could go wrong. So I would have to deliver the babies in the OR with 20-some-odd people around.
Absolutely not! What in the world??!
I understood that anything could happen and they wanted to do what was best for me and the babies, but I could not get out of my mind that I would be on display for so many people to see. I did not want that to occur, nor did I like the idea of that happening to me.
Soon after, the time came for my sister to leave. She had to go home, but assured me that she would be back. My husband was still with me (we were waiting for a room), and once we were alone, we just looked at each other. This couldn’t be happening now. I didn’t feel ready, and I’ve never had an induction like this before. There was still so much that had to be done, like THE BABY SHOWER!
Le sigh.
We didn’t talk much. I was in deep thought, and I’m sure his mind was focused on the things we needed to prepare for our babies. These boys were going to make their debut soon.
What. In. The. WORLD?!?!?!
The Quiet Before the Storm
Not too long after my visit to the Triage room, and I want to say the examination room, it was time for me to move out and head to my room. It was finally ready.
The ride up was smooth. With my husband carrying my belongings, and the Patient Transporter leading the way, I had some more time to think about my current predicament for about 5 minutes until we came to the L&D room where I would be induced, and if I had my way, deliver my boys in, instead of inside the bright lit sterile looking OR.
When we reached the L&D room, the first thing I noticed was the single Radiant Warmer stationed to the left of me as I was rolled in.
What happened to the second one?
The room was brightly lit, but not blinding. By this time it was after 5 pm. So we are officially in the evening time zone. It’s very quiet on the floor. Once I’m rolled all the way in, I thank the Transporter and he leaves. I make my way to the bed and immediately sit down. I start to adjust myself so that I can turn and scoot back to the pillow, but I’m in need of some assistance. So my husband helps me as I struggle to move back.
Simple things seem like a marathon when you’re pregnant and you don’t realize how much is taken for granted. Once situated, I start playing around with the buttons to make myself more comfortable.
Le sigh!
So much better. I look over to my husband and shake my head. We don’t exchange much words. I can already tell he’s thinking about how much money he will have to spend within the next few days and what this change, although expected, but not at this moment in time, meant for our family.
The time is late. The sun has already said its goodnight and my husband begins to make himself comfortable on the pullout couch. We asked for some extra pillow and the nurse was quick to bring it back. She was very pleasant. I was soon attached to my walking pole with the whole shebang; IV line + monitor.
The hospitals invitation to stay for a while so we help get you together.
It was during this time that the nurse administered the first dose of Pitocin.
Going to the bathroom hooked up to it was a bit annoying, but nothing to complain about. I made it through. When I came out, my husband was on his way to REM sleep.
I stayed up a bit, long after he fell asleep, still processing the turn of events. I was supposed to be home, but I’m here. I thought about the induction process. My sister told me that Pitocin made her feel very hot, I felt the heat creeping in, but didn’t allow it to affect my mind. I remember acknowledging that it made me hot, but decided to just throw off some layers by removing the blankets and sheet that were on me. It didn’t completely diminish the increase that seemed to be happening to my body temperature, but it made it bearable. She also told me that it intensified the contractions. I had yet to experience it, but I remember praying and asking The Lord to not allow that to be my experience.
My mind began to settle and I began to accept what was happening to me. I had pre-eclampsia and would be having these babies soon. They had to come out, because my organs were affected by it and the doctors didn’t want my body shutting down. They also didn’t want anything to happen to the twins. It was out of my hands. And I gave the situation over to The Lord. Then I shut the lights off and closed my eyes to go to sleep.
I remember thinking “I’m about to be a mother of 6”.
Six!
Le sigh.
Childbirth is Beautiful
The next morning was ok. I wasn’t as tired as I thought I would be, considering that I was awakend a few times during the course of the night to receive the next few rounds of Pitocin. I believe it was every one hour or so.
Today was the day!
My husband left early to take our girls to school. So I was by myself. My sister, who wasn’t too far away from the hospital, checked in on me every so often to see how I was doing. I wasn’t experiencing any contractions at the moment, but it was still a bit early…at least that’s what I told myself, because naturally, my body wasn’t ready for labor, but it was gently being forced to speed up the process. It was a waiting game.
The doctor came in, but not alone. She was with a Med Student. I just stared. She greeted me and told me that she would be checking my cervix (insert fake smile with a mental bombastic side-eye). The whole ordeal was unpleasant. She instructed me to scoot down to the bottom of the bed and put my feet in the stirrups (they need a better name than that. It’s giving animal, but I digress). I comply. Maybe she would be gentle (side-eye). Of course, she wasn’t. It was so uncomfortable, almost as if she was unsure of what she was feeling for. Then after she was done, she had the “bright idea” to introduce the Med Student to me and ask me if she could “feel”, as if an introduction would automatically warm me up to her. Absolutely not, but I gave a polite “no thank you”. They exchanged a quick look, and the doctor told me that she would be back to check me again, because I was only 3 centimeters dialated. She told me that if the labor didn’t progress, then they would have to consider other options. With that, they exited the room.
I was alone again.
What. In. The. World. Lord?
At that moment I had two options. Allow the doctors to have the final say or take this also to The Lord. My decision was made for me.
I thought about going to the OR and having all those people there just looking at me. I understand this is procedure, but its not one that I wanted to be apart of. I wanted to push these babies out. As I laid there just thinking, I heard an audible scream coming from the room next to me. Or maybe it was the room next to that one, because it wasn’t loud, but it was loud enough for me to hear it. It continued for a few more minutes and then silence. I remember laying there in the bed with my eyes open and looking in the direction of the sound. I didn’t want that experience either.
I just sat there, I came to no conclusion at that moment, but once the thoughts started coming to me, I immediately closed my eyes and said a simple prayer, “Lord, what should I do? What should I do? I repeated this a few times and stayed silent. The words of the doctor came back to me. I didn’t want to go to the OR. I wanted to stay in the delivery room. Then I told Him “I want to stay in the delivery room. I don’t want to go to the OR. Lord, please tell me what to do”
I sat there and cleared my mind. I looked at the white blanket that was over my lap. It allowed me to focus on nothing, but left my mind open, if that makes sense, to hear from God. I was expecting an answer.
Then I heard it “With every contraction, just push.” I didn’t question it, I just did it.
Crazy.
I wasn’t even having contractions that were close together. They were far apart. They weren’t painful either. So I waited. If anything, I was hooked up to the machine that was monitoring my contractions, so if things progressed, the nurse would be here. That’s what I thought.
The first round of contractions started and I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and pushed as hard as I could. After the contraction subsided, I stopped pushing, and waited for the next one to come. I kept my eyes closed so that I could feel and visualize what was going on in my body.
I can’t tell you how far apart they were, because I was just focused on when the contraction would hit me so that I could start pushing. The second one came, and I did the same thing. I took a deep breath and pushed as hard as I could until the exhale was completed. For each contraction, I only pushed once really hard, and stopped once the contraction stopped. I don’t know how long I was doing this for, but I had my eyes closed the whole time.
Then…the contractions started getting closer. At this point, there was still no pain, just intense pressure. Around the 4th of 5th round of pushing, I felt a shift. I turned toward the railing on the right and held on tightly, I started to question my decision to push.
Did I make the right choice?
Maybe I shouldn’t have pushed.
When I tell you that the pain hit me immediately 😵. I felt the need to scream. As soon as I felt it. I repented. “I’m sorry, Lord. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” And just like that the pain went away and the pressure returned. This time, more intense.⁹
When the wave passed, I opened my eyes, reached for my phone that was on the table near me, and called my husband. I didn’t have to say much of anything. He heard me and asked if it was time. I said yes. We hung up.
The doctor didn’t come to check me. Nor did the nurse come back into the room. I didn’t think anything of it. I just went back to closing my eyes and waiting for the contraction to hit, so that I could start pushing. The pressure was increasing and the contractions felt closer together now.
My husband made it back to me. He asked me how I was doing. I told him simply “The baby is coming.” He said ok and went to get the nurse. He came back alone. He told me that the nurse told him that I wasn’t ready and they were still getting the OR ready. No one still came to check on me.
From the moment he left the room to the moment he came back was about 5 minutes. When he came back into the room, I said nothing to him when he relayed the message to me. I just kept my eyes closed, felt the contraction, and pushed. With that push…
The baby came out on the bed!
“NURSE” my husband yells and leaves the room.
During these moments, I’m not responsive, but I’m aware of what’s going on in and around me.
The thunder of feet that came into the room was quick (all of a sudden everyone is here, yet no one could use a minute or so to come in and check to see if I was fully dialated or not. What was the point of the monitor if no one is checking it? 🤔 ).
The doctor immediately comes in and tries to take over. What they didn’t know was that The Lord was already in the room. The doctor tells me to “push, push, push”. I do nothing. There was no contraction at that moment. He repeats himself again “push, push, push”. Again, I don’t follow his instructions. There was no contraction.
I feel my body being shifted further down the bed and my legs being lifted into the stirrups. I don’t respond and I don’t open my eyes. The doctor begins to wonder if I’m having a seizure. My husband quickly and firmly tells him “She’s in her zone”. To him that makes all the sense in the world. To the the doctors, they’re not able to comprehend the meaning of those words. I remain silent. It’s like I literally can’t talk even if I wanted to. That’s how locked in I am to what I’m doing.
Six minutes. That’s the time it took from my husband coming back into the room after leaving the nurse, to telling me the message, to my baby coming out of me and onto the bed, and the whole team coming into the room, for the next contraction to come. When I felt it, I pushed. Then the doctor just keeps saying “push, push, push”. But I don’t push at his command. I go according to what The Lord told me.
Three pushes later, my second son comes out of me and into the world. No pain. Just pressure. I made no sound. They lay them both on me, one at a time. My husband reminds them not to cut the umbilical cord until it stops pulsating, but they cut it a little over a minute. I was disappointed, but I’m still not able to talk. They take the babies over to the NICU. I look over to my husband who understands that he has to leave me to be with them.
Everyone begins to clear the room. The chatter is one of disbelief. My nurse tells me that in her 20 years of being there, she’s never seen a twin pregnancy happen in a delivery room. She was used to women screaming, not being quiet through the whole ordeal
I just smile at her. She walks out the room.
I know it wasn’t my strength alone that made what I went through possible.
It was ALL God.
I’m alone again. But I know now that God was always there with me. He prepared the way and went on ahead of me. He just needed me to follow His instructions. To not doubt Him, even for a second, and to trust that He had everything planned and figured out for me. To know that I prayed that which was in alignment with His will for me, makes me feel so blessed that it wasn’t just in my head. It was from Him.
I thought I was walking into a normal Tuesday. God knew I was walking into a testimony.
Now the next chapter begins…
We’re a family of 8 😆
Frequently Asked Questions
How far along were you when your twins were born?
I was 34 weeks and 3 days pregnant when my twin boys were born.
Why were the twins delivered early?
I was diagnosed with preeclampsia, and my doctors were concerned because my liver numbers were being affected.
Did you know you were going to deliver twins that day?
No. I went to what I expected to be a routine prenatal appointment and initially thought I would be monitored at the hospital and sent home.
What was your twin delivery experience like?
My delivery happened much faster than expected, and both boys were ultimately delivered in the L&D room rather than the operating room.
