OK. You have an inkling that you’re pregnant. You’re feeling tired, weak, nauseous and going off your food. Something’s amiss. You have headed along to the pharmacy, chosen the test and peed on a stick (or ten). It’s positive – you know you’re pregnant. But it’s the moment you head along for your first scan believing you’re expecting a little boy or girl (singular) that’s a game changer. Lying there, jelly on belly staring at the monitor, the doc says the magic word “twins!”.
I knew I was pregnant. Unal and I were lucky. We hadn’t been trying long and I knew something was up within four weeks. I headed off to Esnaf, a local private hospital here in Fethiye, and saw the Gynecologist who told us straight away – in Turkish. Although I’ve lived in Turkey many years and can rattle off a little of the language, I’d never had to use the word ‘ikiz” or twins. I knew the word “iki” meant “two”, but didn’t really put the two together as I was preoccupied trying to make sense of the screen. Unal, fully bilingual, sat at the foot of the bed staring at the monitor. He went quiet and pale. The doc carried on talking. It was only when he was pointing out two little tadpole like blobs with rings around them that I figured it out – swearing at Unal for not translating. Twins. We were expecting TWINS!
I had never been big on babies, had never changed a nappy, never been the one to coo over newborns – they scared me! Maybe it’s an only child thing. I had never grown up around babies so never really had much time for them. Even my parents had given up the hope of grandkids when, by my late thirties, I had shown no interest.
Bedside manner out of the window – Turks state it as it is!
After the initial shock, I asked the doc how I could be expecting twins given that neither Unal or I had twins in the family. “You’re old” came the reply in English. “Your body releases more eggs at your age. It’s your body winding down saying it’s your last chance to have kids!” Now there’s a revelation!
I have also never been skinny. I have struggled with my weight since I was a teenager, was on a never ending diet and always been at least a size 14 or 16. This in Turkey is BIG. As soon as he had handed me the wet wipes to clean my belly, he had me on the scales saying 80kg is far too big to start a twin pregnancy and arranged his assistant to march me to the dietician down the corridor. What?! I thought pregnancy meant you got away with eating more! Alas no. I was sent out of the hospital with a strict diet regime, a printed, unfathomable black and white scan with two blobs, and given an appointment for two weeks later!
Twin shock sinks in.
Sh*t! Twins. We returned to the car in shock. Unal had to return to work soon after so dropped me at home where I sat in silence wishing I could pour myself a stiff drink. I had a soda. I looked around my immaculate, tidy home (I had a bit of OCD!) thinking how life would soon change. I rang a good friend who thought I was winding her up, “No way! You? Twins?” she said laughing. “Congratulations!”. The family were surprised and overjoyed – yes, the most unlikely girl who always said “cat’s over kids”, was having twins!
What’s your story? How were you told? How did you feel when you found out you were having multiples? Please share, comment and let us know.