February 21, 2010-The Twins Have Arrived

Flashback to the day the twins entered this world:

It was 5:51 a.m.  I awoke with an urgent need to run to the bathroom and pee. I actually remember thinking that I had better get there quick or I would pee my pants.  What a prediction that was. Gush, just as I expected it to be.  My water broke.  All of a sudden I became very nervous.  Questions flew through my mind.  Would we be good parents? Would the twins be born healthy? What if they needed the NICU?  What if I could only bring one home? I was in a brief state of panic and wanted the twins to stay right where they were despite the fact that I was very uncomfortable and was wishing them out just 24 hours ago.  I called for Peter..."Peter, wake up."  Nothing.  "PETER!"  Nothing.  "Peter, my water broke!" This is the quickest I have EVER seen him get out of bed.  He jumped up with an enthusiastic "Okay, let's go!"  Uh, yea right.  I was definitely not going to the hospital looking like I did and covered in yucky nastiness with an odd smell of the ocean.  I did what any normal woman who was 37 weeks and 6 days pregnant with twins would do...I got a little shower.  I was contracting, but not regularly and I didn't have to dry my hair, so I had plenty of time to get to the hospital.  

Following my shower I decided to do a little last minute nesting.  Let me tell you, the nesting thing hit me right then and there.  I had previously not had any desire to do anything related to nesting but now I was like that crazy cracked out grandma from "There's Something About Mary."  I was snapped out of it by Peter, who was growing ever impatient about making it to the hospital.  I mean, I was the one who was carrying these babies while having contractions, what the hell was he so stressed out about. So he made me get in the car, which was unpleasant and awful.  At that moment, on the way to the hospital, my contractions became worse.

We arrived at Good Sam Hospital in triage at around 7:25 a.m.  I don't know why they questioned what the hell was going on, I was leaking like a faucet and as big as a house, yet they seemed hesitant, like they weren't quite sure that I was in labor.  Meanwhile I was escorted back to a room, ALONE, which was even more awful.  I continued to leak fluids and then it turned green, which freaked me out.  I thought I had an infection and the damn nurses wouldn't answer my questions.  Finally I had one tell me it was merconium and that one of the boys had pooped. I thought 'Great, I carried these boys nearly to term without bedrest and now you're telling me one might need the NICU because they ate their poop...super'  She told me if they came out screaming and vocal everything would be fine and NICU wouldn't be needed...so I prayed.  

Finally my mom and Peter came back to be with me because I demanded it. Those nurses were going to leave me alone if I didn't speak up, I just knew it.  Isn't it funny how much you want your own mom when you're about to be one yourself?  But seeing her made me feel tremendously better and the pain from the contractions didn't seem as bad.  Oh, speaking of, I was having contractions every 3 minutes and I was 7 cm dilated and fully effaced.  In fact, the triage nurse (who had twins herself) told me I might be able to deliver if I wanted to.  I said HELL NO!  If you know me well, you know I'm a planner and to change that plan at the last minute would have sent me in a down spiral.  So they prepped me for the C-section and my doctor waited.  

I was less than thrilled when the contractions started going into my back and so nicely asked for an epidural. They said I had to wait until the IV was in my system....I told Peter to start rolling the bag, which he ignored.  Yea, because he was in a ton of pain.  In the meantime, I met my anesthesiologist, Doobey.  Yea, you can't go wrong with that job with that last name! He was AMAZING.  He talked me through the whole process and was so deliberate while completing the process.  I actually wanted him to go much faster since I was feeling pretty strong contractions.  But once I got the epidural, I felt so much better (duh)!!!

So then, all of a sudden, it was time to meet our babies!  The picture that is posted below of Peter is just before we went into surgery.  Look at that face...the most nervous I've EVER seen him.  While laying there waiting for the doctor, I watched a huge team of nurses, NICU people, etc. walk into surgery.  I freaked out, immediately thinking something was wrong.  Doobey explained that it was standard for a C-section and that the extras were because I had extra babies. There were no less than 10 nurses in that room!  I then took the opportunity to ask Dr. Venard if the twins were here yet.  Her response: "I'm good, but I'm not that good!"  A few tugs and pulls later, I heard the beautiful cries of Grant Edward, born at 9:02 a.m. weighing 6lbs 8 oz. and 20 and 1/4 inches long.  It was the sweetest thing I have ever heard and I was so relieved.  But then I knew I needed the same thing from the other one.  And really, there was no doubt in my mind that he would come out fighting because he was a little boxer inside me.  Always moving always punching, very busy!  And at 9:03 a.m. James Thomas came out just as I suspected...screaming at the top of his lungs and weighing 6lbs. 1 oz and 18 1/2 inches long.  My little peanut!  

I cannot even begin to explain how relieved we were to know they were healthy and would not need the NICU.  That was such a concern of ours, and a reality knowing we were pregnant with twins.  They were assessed by the team of nurses and then Peter got to be the very first one to hold them.  What a special moment for him and I'm glad it was him.  With a typical birth, the mother is the first to hold the baby and I think it was better this way.  I got to have them to myself for nearly 9 months and I'm glad he finally got to experience this moment with each of his sons.  Looking back at the photos, I just see how we realized just how blessed we were.  It shows in every photo!

When I finally was able to hold them I felt a whirlwind of emotions, probably the result of the hormones, the good drugs, etc.  I actually freaked out when they told me I had to hold both of them out of surgery and into recovery and then again up to our hospital room.  I thought I would drop them and I was slightly medicated so it added to my anxiety.  While in recovery, our parents and family still didn't know the names we had chosen and Peter was being a stinker and didn't go out to tell them. He was going to make them wait until we got settled upstairs in our room.  Meanwhile, I attempted my first feeding with each, which was interesting to say the least.  I later decided to pump exclusively for them because they wouldn't latch properly in those first few days.  And let's just be honest, anyone who can nurse twins successfully should be given a gold star or two!

Anyway, we finally made it to our room where we revealed the names of our sons. We spent three days there, by the third of which I was ready to break out.  The twins were actually released before I was!  I had very low platelettes from blood loss during the C-section so I was god awful pale and they had to monitor that for an extra few hours.  I had a wonderful experience at the hospital and was actually sad to leave all the great nurses and doctors.  Probably more because I knew now that we would have to do it on our own.  Yikes!  But, we managed it and made it through together.  Those first few days I felt like a zombie but once we figured it all out, we were golden.  The boys made it easy on us because they were so agreeable to just about everything....they get that from their daddy!!