I was at work on Thursday, when I decidedly remember seeing spots and feeling dizzy. One of the nurses at the clinic where I work took my blood pressure which had risen just enough to be alarming to a paranoid twin-pregnant mama such as myself. I always hesitate to call my Dr because I don’t want to have to drop everything to come into the office for every little thing… especially when it’s over an hour drive. But my coworkers talked me into calling as a precaution.
After talking with my nurse, she had me provide a urine sample…which i was able to do right there at work! Another benefit of working at a clinic! After finding NO protein in my urine (which would have suggested pre-eclampsia) she told me the Dr still wanted me to come to the hospital for monitoring. I was annoyed by the inconvenience to my evening. And feeling petty for calling my Dr about every little concern.
Having our hospital bags already packed and ready to go, Nick and I headed for the hospital… fully expecting to be returning home in a few hours, exhausted and embarrassed.
As it turns out, they did keep us overnight to monitor the babies’ heart-rates and acquire some lab results. Come morning, not only was I having major contractions, my blood platelets had dropped dramatically, meaning that if they didn’t get the babies out soon, my body would lose it’s ability to clot blood. When the Dr said “let’s get those babies out!” I was immediately worried about their gestational age, wanting them to be as healthy as possible. I said, “Doc? If I was your wife, would you still deliver me right now?” and he said YES.
So we proceeded.
Here we are getting ready to head to the operating room.
Last pic of me and my twin-fliction.
And Nick sporting his high-waters.
The spinal wasn’t nearly as bad as I thought it would be. I had so much adrenaline going, and I was so excited to meet my girls… nothing else mattered! It was really finally happening! So many emotions involved!
Nick was ready with the camera… and had a huge advantage being 6’8″! He had a birds-eye view of the whole procedure, and loved every minute of it! The next progression of photos aren’t for the weak-stomached! Or those eating a meal.
By now, you should know that I don’t hold back on being real! The ladies were both comfortably positioned in a breach fashion in my belly, and entered the world butt-first. I really would have preferred to experience a vaginal birth, but when it came right down to it… I didn’t care. Having my beautiful, healthy, amazingly adorable daughters makes me jubilant in a way that I can’t explain.
When I heard Paisley cry for the first time, I cried too. I cried with my daughter. My flesh and blood. My husband’s seed.
They gave me a quick glimpse of each of my slimy girls before they took ’em away. It was such a bizarre moment of ‘are you sure they’re really mine?’
After about an hour in the recovery room, they wheeled my bed right into the NICU and set me up right between my two beauties. Looking at them is indescribable.
Being only 35 weeks along, they needed some help with breathing and some other various things. But all things considered, they came out healthy and perfect!
We got to hold Adelyn first (two days after they were born), as she graduated from the oxygen before Paisley. Talk about torture, having two tiny children that you’ve waited years for, and not even be able to touch or hold them!
This is our biggest accomplishment… and the only one that matters. We have our miracles.
More to come tomorrow.