I am a mother of twins, living in Norway. This is my story. We found out we were having twins on the us apppointment in March 2007. The shock was great, but the joy was greater. Friends and family were overjoyed with us. I had had a tough pregnancy until then. With throwing up several times a day for the first 15 weeks, and then being absolutely exhausted the next 5. Then I had a better few weeks before my belly grew so big that moving around was… lets just say, interesting. I felt like a hippo! At 36+6 I was induced for birth because my baby girl were’nt growing as good as her brother. I was induced on a Thursday morning. That night I had continual contractions, but no labour.My husband was allowed to stay at the hospital with me, wich was great help and support. Same procedure Friday, but still no babies. Saturday morning an elderly physician came and told me that I could have a “day off”. He wouldn’t give me the vagitorian pills, but see if my body could go into labour all by itself. We accepted this offer, not knowing any better (we later learned that this never should have happened). The result of this day was absolutely nada, other than I got exema, induced by the stress my body was put through. We were now pretty exhausted, and I just wanted the babies out, NOW! Sunday morning started with new induction, and finally, Sunday evening at about 6 pm I went into labour. The baby boys water was broken at about 7.30 pm. LOTS of water! I had contracti ons all night, and was given both nitrous oxide and epidural as pain relief, but by morning neither of them were any help. By 6 am I had opened up about 4 inches (!) since my water was broke… I was then set up for a cesaerian. And at 9.40 am my twins were delivered. My baby boy was 6.15 lbs my baby girl was 4.74 lbs. Both were healthy and strong. An amazing experience in spite of everything. The twins are now 4 months, growing well and abosulutely adorable.