I am 29 years old. I am Korean. I was adopted. I am 5’1″. I am a Libra. I have a bachelor’s degree in family studies. I weigh 145.2 pounds. I love using coupons. I sometimes leave the dishes and clean them the following day. I hate selfish people. I graduated cum laude. I drive a Toyota Camry. I hate being late. I wish I had bigger breasts. I always look at the clearance rack before I look at regular priced items. I have been married for six and a half years. I wish my thighs were smaller. I love to make people laugh and I love people who can make me laugh. I played golf, softball, and basketball in high school. I can wiggle my ears. I am a mother to 15-month-old fraternal twin boys, Christopher and Tyler. I do not smoke or drink. I haven’t washed my car in over a year. I live in Oregon. I am glad my stretch marks from the pregnancy are starting to disappear. I would like to own my own business one day. I have never tried drugs. I love Chinese food. I went to an all-girls’ Catholic school. I am not religious. I am a horrible sleeper. I hate rude people. I hate big fluffy pillows. I am trying to lose weight. I am a giver, not a taker. I love to bungee jump. I am sarcastic. I am a people-pleaser. I can’t leave the house without Chapstick in my pocket. I wish I had blonde hair. I strive to be perfect. I am imperfect. My name is Molly. This is who I am.
Hello, everyone! Nice to meet all of you! I will go ahead and formally introduce myself. As I mentioned, my name is Molly. I was adopted from Korea, grew up in Southern California, and have lived in Oregon for almost five years. I am married and a stay-at-home mother to the most amazing 15-month old boys. I have never felt so incredibly lucky!
My twin boys are my world! My husband and I have been married for six and a half years. After a few years of trying to get pregnant and not having any luck, we went ahead and spoke to my OBGYN about infertility. She told us about an IUI (intrauterine insemination), which I had never heard of before. We decided to proceed with this option because it was affordable and non-invasive. I must say, the whole process was mind-blowing; how precise they could get with each test.
The doctor told me that Clomid could increase the possibility of having multiples, but the percentage was so low, it really didn’t even cross my mind. And what were the chances, “it would happen to me,” and I would have been so happy to just “be pregnant.” So, I took Clomid and they did some tests to determine when they thought I would be ovulating. We scheduled the IUI for January 21, 2011. The success rate that an IUI takes the first time is not very high, so I figured it would take two or three times, which would be fine. I went in for an ultrasound on February 14, 2011. Nothing felt different and I didn’t “feel pregnant.” The ultrasound technician went ahead and started looking around. I looked up on the screen and saw two things, and I had no idea what I was looking at. I thought it was just fluid, you know, just normal stuff. A few minutes later, the ultrasound technician said, “Congratulations. You’re pregnant. With twins!” I responded with, “Are you serious?” I really thought she was just playing a joke on me. It was an amazing day and we couldn’t have had more exciting news on Valentine’s Day.
The pregnancy wasn’t bad at all. I didn’t throw up one single time. I did end up having gestational diabetes, which was most likely because I was carrying twins, but, it wasn’t too bad. I pretty much felt fine most of the pregnancy. Towards the last few weeks of the pregnancy, I was starting to experience back pain. It continued to get worse and I started to cut back at work to part-time. I went into work on a Wednesday morning and started to have some back pain that was more than normal. I decided to leave a half-an-hour earlier than I had been. I got down to the car and the pain started to become excruciating, but I got in the car and was going to try to make it home. I thought. I could make it another 15 minutes and then plop down on the couch. I drove out of the parking lot and about one minute later, I pulled into a church parking lot. I couldn’t stand it anymore, and I climbed in the back seat and was lying down. I had never been in so much pain in my life.
My mom is a retired nurse and I would text her with all my aches, pains, and questions because she always knew what I should do. I’m not a big complainer, and I didn’t want to call 911. But, she was out of town on her way back from Seattle, and I didn’t want her to have a heart attack not knowing what was going on with me and not being able to be right there. But I didn’t know what else to do, so I called her. She told me I should call the hospital and ask what to do. They told me I should probably come in to get things checked out, so I called my husband to take me to the hospital. Thankfully, he only worked a few minutes away. I crawled into the back seat of his car and was lying down crunched over. The pain was getting worse.
We got to the hospital, got all checked in, and the doctor on call checked me out. She said, “You are 6cm dilated,” and that I was going to be admitted. What the heck? My OBGYN had never checked to see if I was dilated, so this was all news to me. So, I was admitted that day, Wednesday. They gave me some medications for pain and contractions. We wanted to try to hold off the birth until Monday. That would put the babies at 35 weeks. If the twins were born before 35 weeks, they would automatically go into the NICU.
The next “curve ball” was the birth plan. My OBGYN had pretty much told me from day one that I would have a C-Section, especially since Baby B was breech. So, that’s what I thought would happen. The doctor on call told me I could try naturally because of the small size of the babies and she had performed breech deliveries before. We were weighing our options and wanted whatever was going to be most safe for the babies. She said there shouldn’t be any complications. The next doctor who was on call told me he couldn’t do a breech delivery, since he didn’t have any experience with the procedure. Thankfully, my original doctor who I saw first said she would be on-call for me, so I could try to do it naturally. Friday night rolled around and I was pretty far along. They thought I was going to deliver that night and proceeded with an epidural. I was able to hold off until Saturday. The original doctor came in that night and checked me. It was about 7:00pm and she told me, “These babies were ready to come out ASAP!” She had to go do a C-Section and was worried I was going to have the babies while she was gone, but I didn’t have any urge to push and I was feeling fine.
We went straight to the delivery room when she came back. Thinking back on it all, it was such a surreal experience. There were a ton of doctors and nurses in the delivery room since it was a twin delivery. I felt like I was in a movie, looking in on it all. The plan was to hurry and get Baby A out, so she could flip Baby B and get him out. Shortly after we arrived to the delivery room, the doctor told me it was time to start pushing. Already? Since I thought I was going to have a C-Section all this time, we didn’t go to any birthing classes; how am I going to pop two babies out of “there?”
Well, everything went pretty well. Out popped Baby A at 8:05pm and Baby B popped out at 8:09pm at 34 weeks and 5 days on September 3, 2011. Christopher (Baby A) and Tyler (Baby B) both weighed a healthy 4 pounds 8 ounces! The nurses even weighed them twice because they thought there was an error.
The boys were doing great. The doctor had anticipated they would only be in the NICU for a week since they were doing really well. And sure enough, we were headed home with them a week later.
It was the beginning of our new life. Our family of two instantly turned into four. The first six months were by far, the most difficult. The boys had to eat every three hours and I had to pump every three hours. There was no time for sleep, not even time for a nap some days. It was an exhausting first few months, that’s for sure, but I wouldn’t have changed it for the world.
I am the mother to not one, but two handsome little boys. I feel so blessed to have these little guys. Each and every day of their lives, I look at them and think how amazing the creation of life is. How did I grow these TWO little handsome human beings inside of me?
My life consists of double diapers, double the food, double cries, double clothes, double everything, but most importantly, double the laughs, smiles, hugs, kisses, and memories.
My name is Molly. This is my life. And I love it!