On June 27th, I delivered our two baby twin girls! My hubby and I had been awaiting this day excitedly and a tad fearfully. After having been traumatized by our first (Big Sister) who made an appearance a half hour after arriving to the hospital, we constantly feared getting to the hospital, which was an hour away, in time. I also refused to give natural childbirth times two this time around. So getting admitted in time for an epidural was a non-negotiable requirement.
Things seemed to go more smoothly than the first time. Let me rephrase, I listened to my body a little better this time around. I did the best I could to not enter the denial or the newby ‘is this labor, no it cant be… when clearly it is’ phase.
The night of the delivery it was straight to the point. Water broke, we grabbed our bags, got in the car and off to the hospital we went. Boom, hit major traffic due to a closed lane, called 911, drove through the breakdown lane with the Sargent on the phone (whom by the way is also a twin) and obstacle one was easily avoided.
Next challenge, registration. Ok, we were told several times its part of the process. Contractions were coming quickly and I was only starting to mildly lose my tolerance for process but proceeded with what we were told to do. Got through the registration with just a couple of contractions and off we went to what we hoped was Labor & Delivery.
Nope. The babies were getting hooked up to a heart monitor. At that point I was thinking why bother? They are just going to arrive on their own without doctor assistance at any moment now if we keep delaying getting the actual birthing of the babies process started. This was the point at which hubby lost his cool. I thought for a moment there was about to be a throw down between him and the nurse. If that happened my plan was to hop out of the bed, rip off the heart monitors and go galloping down the hallway in my cute backless hospital gown in search for an anesthesiologist. Or a drug lord. Whomever I bumped into first.
Thankfully, it didn’t come down to that. After the awkward moment with the nurse, yeah, even through contractions I felt the heat, the nurse came back whistling a different tune. Finally, there was urgency. Off to labor and delivery we went.
Long story short we were met by the anesthesiologist (Whom if you ever got an epidural I am sure I am not alone in saying I would marry this person. This person that works magic, I love you anesthesiologist person… ) Anyway, after my honeymoon with the anesthesiologist ended, the babies were on their way. We rolled into the surgical room, Twin A happened to be positioned face up and we were on the brink of having to undergo a c-section. The specialist said she was good to go naturally, no c-section needed. The doctor called Twin A’s position ‘Sunny Side Up,’ coming into the world wide eyed and optimistic. I thought that was cute. Twin A may have felt differently, she looked like she got in a bar fight when I first met her. Still, bar fight and all, adorable as ever.
Twin B was born 10 minutes later. Like I said, it was a pretty quick and efficient delivery that resulted with two beautiful teeny tiny 4lb babies. Hubby and I were beside ourselves.
We are all so wrapped around this idea of process. I think for a lot of different reasons. Maybe, traumatized from the results of an event that lacked process… but maybe taking a day off from process and going by personable cues such as communication, expression of concern, body language wouldn’t hurt every once in awhile.
Oh, yeah… that nurse that my hubby almost entered the boxing ring with, yes her… After the babies arrived hugged it out big time. I think I even saw a tear or two from the both of them. It was really cute.
Also, I want to thank all of you for sending your love and prayers! They were heard and we are a happy and healthy family of five now. And the beautiful adventure continues…