I Manifested Twins, and the Universe Delivered

I had always manifested being a twin mom since the time I first started thinking about becoming a mother. That manifestation came true when I found out I was pregnant. When the doctor said she could hear two heartbeats, I was numb with emotion—it felt like the universe had conspired to give me exactly what I had wished for.

The pregnancy was quite smooth through the first and second trimesters. I experienced some nausea and tiredness here and there, but nothing I couldn’t handle. Things changed in the 25th week when I started bleeding. In that moment, I thought I had lost my babies. It happened at midnight, on my husband’s birthday—talk about timing. When we reached the hospital, there were only junior doctors on duty, and no one was telling me what was happening. I remember repeatedly asking what was wrong, but I got no answers. After what felt like an eternity—almost 30 minutes—my doctor finally called to tell me the babies were fine. The bleeding had occurred due to a placenta tear, and I would need complete bed rest for the rest of my pregnancy.

Thankfully, the remaining weeks were stable. My doctor often reminded me that with twins, every day after 34 weeks was a bonus, so we just hoped the babies would stay in as long as possible. Since twin deliveries are usually done via C-section, she asked me to pick a date after I completed 35 weeks. We chose one, and since it was the peak of COVID, all hospitals required mandatory COVID testing before admission.

"I want to talk a little about the postpartum experience—it doesn’t always feel rosy and wonderful right after your baby is born."

We took the test ten days before the planned delivery, and the next day, the results came back positive for both my husband and me. We were shocked because we had no symptoms and didn’t know what to do next. My doctor advised postponing the delivery by 15 days, not knowing what was about to happen. That night, I was anxious, and early the next morning around 4 a.m., my water broke. We hadn’t made any alternate arrangements because our regular hospital wasn’t accepting COVID patients.

I called my doctor, and she guided us to another hospital that admitted COVID-positive mothers—it was two hours away and pouring rain in Bangalore. Everything that could go wrong seemed to be going wrong that day, and to make matters worse, my doctor was traveling and couldn’t be there. When we reached the hospital, I was in active labor, fully dilated, and there was still no doctor in sight. I was in unbearable pain, sitting alone on a chair, feeling like I was slipping away.

When the doctor finally arrived, I was rushed to the operation theater. Since I was fully dilated and one baby’s head was visible, they suggested trying for a normal delivery. We tried, but the pain was excruciating, and one baby was not in the correct position. I didn’t want to go through both experiences—normal and C-section—so after what felt like forever, we decided to proceed with a C-section.

And finally, my two beautiful boys were born healthy. The birth experience was traumatic, but what came out of it was beyond worth it.