- 3 years ago
- Wedding: May 2012
To give a little background for those who don’t know me from the Multiples thread or April Moms thread, this was my first pregnancy and I was pregnant with twin boys. Without any common symptoms, I went into preterm labor on Christmas Eve. My doctors found that I was 3 cm dilated with a bulging sac, I was 25 weeks pregnant at the time. I was put on hospital bed rest and was destined to live the life of a bump on a log until I gave birth.
I didn’t exactly love bed rest since I couldn’t be home and the hospital isn’t exactly the best place for resting, but I did what I was told. I drank my water, ate my numerous calories, and the only time I got up to walk was to go to the rest room. Despite doing all those things, on January 14th my water broke. It wasn’t a big gush, in fact the doctors think my water broke earlier than that day. It was a small slow trickle. I was given an ultrasound to check on how the boys were doing and they were both perfectly fine. They had enough amniotic fluid around them so the doctors told me to take it even easier (don’t sit up) and started me on antibiotics to help prevent infection.
So Thursday night (January 16th) I started to have some weird pain. I figured Harrison moved into a not so nice position and was being a pain in my ass (literally). It felt like a kid was going to come out of my butt. Then the pain moved to the front and asked to get on the monitors. My nurse hooked me up. After about 15 minutes my nurse comes in and informs me that I was having contractions every 2-3 minutes. They were getting increasingly painful and I was not a fan. The doctor said to give me morphine and fluids to stop the contractions. I hated the morphine. The contractions didn’t stop. They decided to check my cervix (about 2 minutes after getting the morphine) and realized not only was I 4-5cm dilated but they could see Harrison’s head. He was so small he literally could just fall out! So I had to have an emergency c-section.
I was scared. I lost it and bawled. Even with reaching the 28 week milestone I knew they were still too young. The morphine then really kicked in and I just relaxed I guess. They wheeled me into the O.R. and after I got my spinal (which receiving it was uncomfortable, but was wonderful when it kicked in…almost instantly) my husband was allowed to come in and sit next to me. I was talking with him and the O.R. team the entire time. It was kind of cool that I could feel them inside me (just pressure) and soon I heard a faint baby cry. Harrison was born at 11:26; 2lbs 10oz. I couldn’t see him right away because a nurse, respiratory therapist, and a neonatologist whisked him away to assess him. Then I heard the second cry, William was born at 11:276, 2lbs 12oz. He was whisked away with his own team tending to him. My husband looked at me and said ‘you’re a mom!’ and all I could say back was ‘you’re a dad!’ It was an overwhelming moment that I will never forget.
After they sutured me up I was taken to recovery where I instantly threw up a few time (seriously if you have a hint you will go into labor don’t eat dinner! …not that I knew I was going to give birth but just a tip from me to you…you’re welcome) and battled with really low blood pressure. After I recovered they took me to the NICU on my recovery bed to see the boys. I was so tired from the meds but I got to see my two babies.
Friday both the kids were doing great. They were both on a ventilator but doing really well for being 28 weekers. The nurses got me pumping right away and I pumped every two hours. The nurses then stored the “milk” for the boys when they get a little bigger to start taking food.
Saturday though William took a sudden turn for the worse and the doctors couldn’t figure out what was going on. They changed the type of ventilators, but he fought them all. The doctor was very up front with us and let us know that he didn’t know if William would survive. My husband and I were devastated. We stayed by his side until we were both too exhausted emotionally and physically to stay up. The nurses and doctors were great. They made sure I kept on drinking water and even arranged for me to pump next to his bed. I had some of the best doctors and nurses in the state taking care of my boy. Around 8 in the evening William finally stopped acting up and even though he was completely dependent on the vent, he was still with us.
My recovery from the c-section was pretty easy actually. I didn’t need any narcotic pain medication (just took ibuprofen 600mg twice a day). I was pretty sore the day following my surgery, but I was able to get out of bed with some assistance and get to a wheelchair so I could see my boys. By day 3 I was able to do everything on my own and didn’t need a wheelchair to get to the NICU. My husband followed me in a wheelchair just in case, but I was really just a little sore.
I was discharged on Monday (4 days after my surgery). They actually kept me a day longer because they knew William wasn’t doing so great so they gave me an extra day that I could be closer to my son (loved my doctors). I’ve been pretty independent at home and been able to clean the house and even started back on a very moderate speed on the treadmill.
I’m happy to report that both boys are doing better. Both of them are off the ventilator and are working on growing stronger and bigger.
And pictures of my baby boys:
This is Harrison. He had opened his eyes and my husband and I started to talk to him…and then he smiled this great big smile.
My husband having some kangaroo time with Harrison
William before he got extubated. He loved to grab at EVERYTHING!
The first time I got to hold William (20 days after he was born). I cried.