June:
June 1st I had my last high risk apt. It was very bitter sweet. I 100% loved my high risk doctor. He was real with me, he was caring, he was invested in my pregnancy, and he wasn't bad looking either. ha!
Turns out, both babies had turned head down, a day before my scheduled CSection. So he asked me if I wanted to delivery naturally, and I said no - but I immediately regretted it. Oh well. I can't remember exactly what I did the rest of the day, but probably not to much.
It was a very weird feeling to go to bed that night thinking "I'm going to wake up tomorrow and have babies." Weird right?
Bags packed, last min organizing, and eating since I couldn't eat anything past mid-night. I had been sleeping on the couch for the last month or so because I just couldn't get comfortable with having such terrible acid reflux. But I actually slept really good that night.
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| Last Bump Pic! Get out of my belly!!! |
June 2nd - Birthday's! I made it to 36 weeks on the dot.
Again, waking up and weirdly feeling "today I'm having babies, the next time I home, it will be with 2 babies." Very surreal for sure!
Again, waking up and weirdly feeling "today I'm having babies, the next time I home, it will be with 2 babies." Very surreal for sure!
Got to the hospital and checked in, got naked and hooked up to all of the monitors. I remember having to pee so many times. Get unhooked, bring the IV with me, pee, get hooked back up. And Repeat!
I had told my surgeon that as of yesterday both babies were head down and if I could go naturally. So they got out the sonogram machine, and baby boy moved back up! ugh! So, C-section it was.
Laying in bed I felt very uncomfortable, and I just thought it was baby girl moving and a'groving since she was head down and right on top of my cervix. I had to breath through some of it. Then the nurse was like "are you feeling those contractions?" "What!?! Those are contractions?"
....yea, so turns out I had been in labor for about a week. I had been having contractions on and off for a week and I didn't even know it! June 2nd would have been the birthday either which way. That's kinda cool. Remember that fire drill that previous Friday? yea! I was in labor and probably shouldn't have gotten up from my seat, let alone waddle down 3 flights of stairs and down 2 city blocks. I probably shouldn't have even been at work!
Anyways.. my surgery was supposed to have been at 8:30 but I kept getting bumped. The girl before me was pushing and had to have an emergency c section. Then the anesthesiologist kept bumping my spinal tap for yet another girls epidural. I had asked the nurse, what if my water breaks here and I keep getting bumped like that.. she said then I would be moved to the top of the list. While I was waiting, it was nice to hear the heartbeats going, like "We're here mommy! We're ready!" I was so hungry too. My DH wouldn't admit it, but I know he was really anxious and uneasy. It took the nurses FOUR times to get IV in. That hurt more than the spinal tap being put in.
So my contractions started to get to close together, 2 min apart and the nurses burst in the room saying "We're going in! Last min pee and lets get this show on the road!" ahhhhhhhh!!!
I walked into the operating room and sat on the table, they got my spinal tap in pretty quickly and I laid down before it started to take effect. {With a spinal tab, or 'spinal' as they kept saying, you can't feel anything or move anything from the chest down.} I had to repeat a few things, "whats your name and do you know why you're here... yes I'm having babies, etc" They strapped my legs in put up the curtain and strapped my arms too, loosely. My husband had to wait outside for a min, but when I laid down he came in and sat by my side. Before I knew it they were cutting me open. *tmi alert* I could smell the burning of the skin, then saw splatter of blood on the blue screen. That was my cue to stair at the ceiling and start counting the ceiling squares. I held onto my husbands hand and stared at him. And then, there it was... the scream. "Baby A" is out! and screaming her little head off!! I squeezed my husbands hands, closed my eyes and cried like a baby, like I'm about to do right now. The 1st team of people rushed her over to the bed and washed her off etc. I remember watching them over her, and then boom! "Baby B" is out and screaming. 2nd team rushing him over. DH then went over to take some pictures, and I was left to be stitched back up. It was really quick. In and out in about 45 min. They wheeled me into recovery with both babies already there with DH. It was so so so awesome to hold them for the 1st time. DH was so nervous it was cute.
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| Olivia Rose Taylor, Born 12:00 June 2nd, 6lb 9oz and also 19" long. Even more hair then Adyn! |
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| Adyn Duke Taylor, Born 12:01 June 2nd. 5lb 14oz 19" long and a head full of hair! |
My high risk doctor did warn me that he would probably go to the NICU for anything related to his lungs. A lot of times white - preemie boys have issues with their lungs and just need a little bit of help the first couple days of birth. So I started to feel like maybe he might have a problem.
They got my room ready for my stay and off we went to get settled in. I was the only twin birth in the hospital that day, so I got a lot of "congrats" in the hallway. I was still druggy and all I could muster back was a "Thunks you" slurry and all.
When we got to the family room the nurses tried to get Adyn to attach to the boob again, but he still hadn't settled down much. His breathing wasn't slowing down, it was short fast breath's. The nurse ended up calling in the NICU doctor, and my fears were confirmed. Off he wen't and they didn't really explain where they were going at first so I really never got to say.."see you later little guy" or anything like that.
I turned my focus onto my new little girl and trying to heal myself. The nurse offered me morphine, and I took it. Only after having it drain into my IV did they explain, oh yea you should have eating something, but oh yea, you can't just in case something happens and you have to go into surgery again. So I got reallllly sick. I threw up. A-Lot! So much so, it was just stomach bile green after the 2nd container they gave me to spit up in. It also scared me enough to refuse medicine for a while. I didn't want to get so sick that I couldn't take care of my little girl.
We had made all of our phone calls, text's, facebook updates, etc. At that time I really only wanted the parents to come in and visit. So his parents showed up 1st. By that time Adyn was already gone and I felt so guilty that Olivia was getting all the attention. They only stayed for a bit, then my mom came (my 'rents are divorced). I felt that guilt again, and decided that I really didn't want any more visitors. I mean, I really didn't take many pictures for almost a week (till Adyn came home) because I thought it wasn't fair that I was taking pictures of her and not him. I even cancelled our "free" (but not free) new born pictures the hospital does. Of course I'm all hormonal and upset, tired. I really just wanted to concentrate on baby girl and get to a point where I could get up and out of bed so that I could make it down to the NICU. Luckily the hospital I was at had their own NICU and he wasn't taken to another hospital.
We kept the lights on low the whole stay, didn't turn on the TV. Tried to sleep when we could. I breast fed as often as she wanted. At some point the next day (or maybe the day after that) I got up and took one of the best showers ever. Washing all the grime off, warming my muscles up, opening my lungs up again. The best. I was able to walk down the nicu after that, but was wheeled back. I made it every day I was there at least once.
It was very scary to see him like this. But I never really worried about him. The doctors were from Johns Hopkins (I only live about 30 min from Baltimore, and D.C for that matter). Every nurse I came into contact with was just wonderful. They were in awe of me! Which made me feel like a rockstar for 3.5 seconds.
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| Lil'man in the NICU. |
He ended up with fluid in his lungs, either he took his 1st breath coming out of the amniotic sac and breathed in fluid or that b/c he wasn't born vaginally whatever fluid was in his lungs stayed there b/c it was squeezed out. His breathing was very fast paced and he couldn't expand his lungs. Because of that, he couldn't take in food. Here he his with the C-Pap machine on him and IV/tube for food, etc. At first it was like a sugar liquid to keep his sugars low. When they could get his breathing under control they started to feed him via the tube. Formula at first, until my milk came in (and BOY did it come in!). He ended up in the nicu for 8 days.
For a brief moment, he had more CO2 in his system, so they put him on the C-Pip machine. After about 4 days, he showed much improvement and they took him off the C-pap, but still on the feeding tube. He needed to be able to eat and breath on his down and keep the food down. By the 6th day I was able to hold him again and try to breast feed but he wouldn't attach, but he tried!
The doctors are ok with seeing about 10 % weight loss in the days following birth, but baby girl lost 11%, so I had to make the decision at 2 am the morning of discharge to do formula to get her weight back up. I really only had to do that for a few days in addition to breast milk b/c her weight went back up.
During my hospital stay, which was 4 days, 3 nights I had great nurses, and then bad nurses. I couldn't pee so they had to catheter me. After my bout of throwing up, I ended up taking the pain med's to make it through my day. I wanted to badly to be home, but wanted to care that came with being in the hosp. I did NOT like the food, so my hubby went out and got me at least one meal 'out.'
I loved the undies the hosp had, it felt easy and carefree. So what if I bled all over them? Throw them away and get another! It was very hard to sleep at the hosp, I will say. And really just the whole time I was there, it was like something was missing. Adyn was missing by my side. I didn't get to feel whole or complete till he came home. I didn't get those pictures that every one takes with the babies in the lap in my hospital gown and my messy hair with my tired eyes. It was just about getting through my day, healing, and caring for Olivia.
Part II B, The first week, coming soon - -
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