welcome to the world baby boys (part 2)

6 Mar

So…I got the epidural and felt like I could finally take a breath. My Dr checked me after the epidural and I was 6cm dilated! It was going fast. I felt sure I would be having these boys on 2.1.12.

I’m not going to lie…the epidural was the best thing for me at that moment. I could then talk and smile and, apparently, my face wasn’t white as a sheet anymore. I knew I would not be able to go for a long time in the state in which I had been. Never in my life would I have thought that I would have gotten an epidural. I believed, and still do, that women can and do have natural births with managed pain. I think if I had known that it wouldn’t have been that long before pushing, I maybe could have done it. But because I had to have the anti-biotics for strep B, and they had to slow down my labor, I know I wouldn’t have been able to get through without some release.

While I did have an epidural, it is also something I hope I never have to have again. The anesthesiologist was fantastic, but even a fantastic one can get a lopsided epidural. And man was mine lopsided. My left leg was completely, 100% dead. I hated touching it. I couldn’t move it. It was the worst feeling ever. My right leg, I could move. That was nice. BUT, I was still feeling contractions in this one hot-spot on my right side. No epidural is perfect, and that’s ok, but I was still feeling all contractions.

Family came and then went to the waiting room so I could get some rest.

I had checked into the hospital around 2:30. I took a quick nap sometime that evening, and then I was ready to chat and watch tv. The hubs and I had been listening to the mix of music we had decided on for the delivery room. It was all very lovely…Youth Lagoon, the Beatles, Arcade Fire, Postal Service. We turned on the tv and were watching top chef when my Dr came back in to check me.

Up until this point, Twin A had still been head down and was first (being called twin A). I was still hoping to deliver vaginally…I really didn’t want to have surgery if I didn’t have to. I had been 8 cm dilated the last time she checked me, and I was hoping for a 10. *sidenote: At that last check, twin A was in the correct presentation, but his hand was over his head and he was actually trying to grab my Doctor’s fingers. Luckily my Dr. was able to move it out of the way* Being at close to 10cm would have gone along with my progress over the last few hours. When she checked me, she stayed down there for a while…and kind of made some frustrating noises.

After a few minutes, she looked at me and said, “Heather, we’re going to have to do a C-section.” My first question was, “What’s wrong?” Apparently, Twin B, who was still breech, had moved down lower than Twin A. So now, technically, he was Twin A and breech, which means C-section.

I took it more calmly than I thought I would have. I think that had to do with the conversation I had when I had gone into pre-term labor. After she explained why, I said ok.

And then we were off. Dr’s were called. I was prepped. The hubs was prepped. Our family was told. It all went rather quickly. So quickly, that I was afraid we might have one born on 2.1.12 and the other born 2.2.12. For some reason, I just didn’t want that. I wanted our twins to have the same birthdays.

I won’t go into any detail about the C-section. I got a spinal; it made me feel sick. They had to take my glasses, so I couldn’t see anything. I was shivering. My Dr was there with me the entire time, holding my hand, until she had to go to work. I will never forget how at ease (as much as possible) she made me feel.

Finally, it was time. We thought that the original Twin A (head down, Sweet Pea, Win) was going to be delivered first. He had been Twin A the entire day, and we didn’t want to switch. But…turns out Twin B (breech, Punkin, Holt) had other plans. He had actually moved in front of (as in if I were standing up, he would have been out front and A would have been closer to me…instead of side by side) Twin A. So the first thing anyone saw was feet and a butt. So twin B came out first (and we still called him twin B so we don’t get confused). And 20 seconds later, Twin A came out head first.

Their births occurred on 2.2.12 at 12:12 am. Turns out that is my maternal grandmother’s birthday. I never met her, she died before I was born. But I am named after her (our middle names: Melynn). And, she had twins too (my mother and aunt). After we realized all that, my twins’ birth felt that much more special.

They were born! And they are great. Holt had some trouble breathing at first, but it cleared up quickly.

I’m hoping to do another post about our hospital stay (9 days long). It will come another day.


3 Responses to “welcome to the world baby boys (part 2)”

  1. Ashley March 6, 2012 at 2:45 pm #

    YAY!! So glad that everything worked out and that you were able to stay calm during the process. You are amazing!!! I love that they wrote “pumpkin” instead of “punkin.” 🙂

  2. bein good to me March 7, 2012 at 9:49 pm #

    Such beautiful photos of the little guys!! And you really are amazing.

  3. Nellie March 24, 2012 at 4:25 am #

    Love your story! Your babes are so sweet!

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