I had been on hospital bedrest since May 31st. Since Baby B (Justin) was measuring small, they wanted me there for daily monitoring. Aside from the not being able to be home, being in the hospital wasn't too terrible. I got to wear my own clothes, I could eat whatever I wanted, and even got to have visits from Roxie! Sure, I had to get monitored every day, plus multiple vitals checks every day, as well as lab work every few days. David had set up skype for us so that he could participate in the conversation when various doctors and nurses came to my room. That was really awesome to be able to have him "there", plus it helped us stay connected.
The morning of June 9th, the lab nurse knocked on my door at five. (Yeah, that's a fun way to wake up.) An hour and a half later, my doctor talked to me, said that my platelet count was down to 96, and that they had a slot open at noon, so he was going to recommend delivery of the twins at that time! I called David and my parents, who came up shortly after that. I showered while they started getting my room packed up. At that point, I had to change into a gown, and they started an IV.
Once a place was ready, they wheeled me into triage, where we waited until it was time to go to the operating room. They hooked me up to the fetal heart monitors, and I was getting excited about meeting the boys. One of my church's staff came to pray with us beforehand, which was really nice! We were amused that more than one nurse stuck their head in the door and exclaimed that they couldn't believe that I had two babies in there!
When it was time, they came to wheel me up to the operating room. I walked in, sat on the table as instructed, while they prepared to give me the spinal/epidural. One thing that I really liked is that everyone was great about telling me what they were doing and what to expect. As the epidural took effect, they helped me lay down on the table and then David was allowed to come in. We were joking about our 'party outfits' and I told him that at least his involved pants! I remember thinking it was an incredibly weird feeling, not being able to feel anything from the waist down.
Various people came in and introduced themselves, and then it was time to get started. I remember feeling a lot of pushing and pulling, as well as some pressure. Several of them were joking about the number of babies in me, too! After what seemed like only a few minutes, I heard the doctor say that Jack was coming and I heard him crying. They got him cleaned up, took some pictures, while the team continued to work on me.
Then they said Justin was out, and I heard him cry, too! It was a very surreal experience. Jack was five pounds, two ounces, and Justin was three pounds, thirteen ounces. They were both born at 12:22 p.m. Jack was about three seconds after the clock hit 12:22, and Justin was within the same minute! Because Justin was so small, he automatically went to the NICU after getting cleaned up and some pictures.
David went with Justin while they finished up with me. The doctor joked that he only found two babies in there, which was a good thing! I remember feeling more of a pushing sensation, then it was time to wheel me back to my triage room. Jack got to come with me, then my parents got to come in.
At some point, they took Jack and I to our room for the next few days. The rest of the time was a blur of feeding, visitors, sleeping and taking lots of pictures! It's been eleven days since their birth, and it's still mind-boggling that these two adorable boys are ours! Jack got to come home with us, and Justin is still in the NICU learning to feed, although now that he's hit the four pound mark, we're hoping he gets to come home really soon! David went back to work today, so I'm flying solo, but we've certainly had a lot of assistance!
Now it's time for me to take a nap.....
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