Today is an interesting day. My parents are treating us to a day away from baby care to do whatever we’d like. We made big plans to pack up our laptops to go to Panera Bread for a long lunch and work on our various tasks – Husband websites and me blogging. After an hour at lunch and moving tables once, we were kicked off the web when we reached our time limit. With it being 4th of July weekend the restaurant was crowded so we decided to browse some stores and come back when the tables had cleared out a bit.
An hour of window shopping and no purchases later we walked back through Panera to discover it was just as packed as before. Where else could we think of to plop down for free wi-fi? There was a coffee shop we could try out but as we got in the car and headed out of the mall parking lot I decided going home was going to be quicker, guaranteed wi-fi and plenty of food to snack on.
So we headed back home with the plan to let Hubby work and I would stow away and try to not get involved with the baby care.
I guess I’ll need more practice at being out of the house for extended time and will need to work on getting re-integrated back into society. My brain is still pretty spacey and I find it hard to focus my attention when I’m out of the house.
I always feel bad that I haven’t blogged more to capture all the little stories for the boys to enjoy as adults. And for us too. I’m already forgetting what it felt like to be pregnant. So, perhaps starting with a retelling of our birth experience is a good place to start on the blog….
Twin pregnancies are considered full term at 38 weeks so when I reached 36 weeks I decided it was time to stop working full time as an admin assistant at Metzler North America (commercial real estate company in Seattle) and begin my maternity leave. I had been having contractions for several weeks and my belly was getting larger and larger making everything pretty uncomfortable. In general I was feeling really well and just so happy and thankful to have such a healthy pregnancy. I had no complications, no bed rest and eating healthy just felt great so it wasn’t a struggle to be good to our boys.
My days were spaced out in snacking every 2 hours or so since my stomach capacity was pretty small but I needed to take in a lot of calories to keep my energy level up. My doctor also wanted me to take in 150 grams of protein daily to get the boys’ weights up which meant daily drinks of protein shakes and four glasses of milk. I ate a LOT of fruit, yogurt, cheese, cereal, chicken and treated myself to baked potatoes and pizza when I felt like it. Surprisingly pizza wasn’t all that appetizing for me late in my pregnancy (I know that’s a big shock to those who know me well).
I did eat a lot of yogurt with fruit mixed in and grapes by the bowl full.
With so many friends and family members to keep in the loop we started a Twitter account for brief updates and I snagged the screen name – Baby A and B. How had that not been taken yet?
I was sleeping on the couch downstairs in an upright position for the last month of the pregnancy and in the last few weeks Husband took pitty on me and joined me on our other couch. What a guy! He slept on the couch at night and then would get up and go to work every day. It was kind of a silent “sit in” waiting for the boys to arrive.
By March 30th my stomach had expanded to 49 inches around at the belly button, I never took a final measurement but the boys were born four days later so it had to have grown another inch or two by then.
Because we wanted to deliver the boys with our doctor and she was headed on a week long vacation we decided to go with an induction the first week of April.
We snuck in one final dinner with both sets of our parents and the boys were rocking and rolling on a regular basis by that time.
Those last few days were a practice in patience. We couldn’t schedule an induction until the week of and then we had a daily wait to see if there would be a spot opening up to let us go in. All the while the possibility of going into labor on my own was very real. Contractions continued and I was a few centimeters dilated.
Trying to decide what my last few hours of requests from @jlnd will be. Clean the toilets? Doesn’t feel right …. PAINT MY TOE NAILS!! YES!
We had a call that we were scheduled to go in to Evergreen Hospital on April 2nd but to call the morning of before coming in to make sure nothing had changed.
I haven’t been up this early since coming home from clubbing in college.
Sure enough when I called the hospital at 4:00am on April 2nd there had been other women in labor and the hospital didn’t have any scheduled openings. We were told to sit tight and call back if we hadn’t heard anything by 9:00am.
The hurry up and wait begins. Our hospital admittance has been pushed back from delays with other patients. We’ll keep you posted.
Another call to the hospital and at 9:30am we were finally picking up our jackets and saying our final good byes to the living room as DINKS (dual income no kids).
And heeeere we go. Headed to the hospital now.
At the hospital. Fired up. Ready to go.
The checkin process at the hospital was kind of funny. I was VERY huge and pregnant, obviously there to give birth but I didn’t feel much different than I felt any other day. Husband and I sat and held hands while we waited for our wrist bands to be printed and for the nurse scheduled to us to come out and greet us. We slowly walked back to the hospital room which would be our home for the next several hours and started getting settled in.
Water has been broken. It’s official: no turning back now.
The best way to describe the feeling was wetting the bed. Warm and wet, not painful but nothing I could do to control the flow of liquid. The thing I didn’t expect was every time I moved or any time the babies moved another gush would come out.
Pitosin dripping. Let’s do this!
About to start watching a movie
At one point I got up to change positions and before I could do anything about it, another gush of liquid, running down my legs, pooling in my socks and onto the floor. It was pretty laughable. So much for brining my own socks to wear, those were off and tossed in the sink for the rest of the labor.
By 3:15pm things were more steady and I was using visualization to get through the contractions.
I visualized a river or quickly moving creek, like we used to crawdad in when I lived in Boise. The pain was the water and I was standing in the middle of the river. If I focused and stood strong I could stand up in the water easily. My legs were getting cold with the water rushing by but the sun was shining on my face and I was smiling. Sometimes I’d imagine Husband standing next to me holding me for support and other times I was all alone in the water.
I wanted to experience the bath during labor and had no reservations about getting naked. The nurses offered to drape me with gowns but I just threw everything off and headed for the tub. It was tricky getting into the water with all the monitors strapped to me. The boys moved around so much that the nurses were constantly trying to chase their heart beats to get the monitors positioned correctly. I had four separate straps on me at one point to hold down the two monitor sensors. It was a bit of a nuisance but I didn’t argue since it was comforting to hear their hearts beating and know when contractions were coming.
By 7:30pm I was still feeling things but I wasn’t in pain.
Epidurals have come a long way, I had what they call a walking epidural (which is ironic because I wasn’t allowed to get out of the bed). I could feel the big contractions they just weren’t as intense. Husband had a hospital dinner while I crunched on ice chips. Once the epidural was in place I wasn’t allowed to have anything to eat. More for the nausea and to avoid needing to go to the bathroom. I wasn’t able to walk and had to stay in bed so going to the bathroom would definitely be out of the question. During the last hour the pitosin had been turned down because things were cruising along but by 8:30pm I was 8 centimeters dilated and things were going slower.
Things progressed after the last whiff of pitosin and the nurses started saying I’d probably be pushing by 11:00pm… well that didn’t really end up happening. Husband took a nap while I rested and tried to visualize the boys coming out.
A bit ambivalent about the pace of things. Do I want the babies to be born on Good Friday or the day the iPad is released?
By 10:00pm we decided to pick up the mood and popped in our Hall and Oates cd and sang some songs and talked about how we’d meet our boys soon.
By 10:30pm I had progressed and was told I’d be pushing soon.
Progress. Dilated to 9.5 cm. Baby A has moved down significantly. It’ll probably be time to start pushing in the next hour.
I started pushing at 11:30pm
Pushing will start soon. Going off the grid for a while. The next update will be after.
Meanwhile I didn’t realize our family had started their camp out in the waiting room. We anticipated the boys would be born around this time and although we said we’d call once they were born, they were tired of waiting at home and headed over to the hospital.
Pushing didn’t go well. Husband and a labor nurse were holding my legs and I’d grab the sides of the bed and push push push, holding my breath and feeling like my blood vessels would pop out of my forehead. I could tell my pushing wasn’t working. I’d get an exam an the nurse would say “Fell my fingers? Imagine you’re pushing them out.” Well I could feel everything just fine but for some reason my pushing wasn’t working. I think I was just plain exhausted. It was getting towards 1:00am and although it didn’t feel that late I felt like time was going too slow. I could hear the babies’ heart beats on the monitor and a few times they escalated. I’d breath as deep as I could and slow down my breathing which would bring their heart beats down in a minute or two. The nurses were really helpful and Husband was right by my side the whole time but when ever someone said “You’re doing great, almost there, keep pushing” I knew the babies weren’t moving. I just couldn’t feel them coming down at all. Maybe they were waiting for one last bowl of cereal to head their way.
@yellowscraps fought the good fight but Baby A just didn’t budge. We’re headed to the O.R. for a C-section. We’ll meet our boys soon.
I was sad to make the decision to have a c-section but very very glad that it was our decision to make. We didn’t end up with an emergency operation, there was time to talk it over, make a decision and have some breathing time before going into the operating room.