Birth Day
Birth day was such a special day. We all woke up at 6 am to call the hospital to make sure that we could come on in and we were denied again...the rooms were full.
Luckily they called us back at 9 am and told us to hurry in and be there no later than 9:30 so we finished getting ready, took Luke over to our neighbors house (which was such a comfort to know that he was in excellent hands) and drove to the hospital. It takes us exactly 3 minutes to get to the hospital so we were 5 minutes early. Again, no rooms were ready so there was more waiting involved. It took a while to get everything all settled in and the pitocine going. Lots of popsicles and HGTV later I got the epidural put in (Dave called one of the top dog anesthesiologists and she came in on her day off). All of the sudden I was at a 7 and my replacement doctor came in to go over all of our options.
Baby B (Jude) had flipped and was now breech. We discussed the fun of forceps and so on. Dr. Botti was all for a vaginal birth and I was all for that as well. He was all business and was so laid back. I found out later that he delivered the Gosselin sextuplets (Yes! My obsession continues).
Before I was ready I was dilated to a 10. I was shaking all day. From both the drugs and nerves. I have never been so nervous in my life. I was scared about delivering two, the pain, the unexpected complications that could happen and if the little babies were going to be healthy. I was totally dreading the delivery.
Next I was getting wheeled into the OR in case we needed to do a c-section at the last second. By this time I was in a lot of pain. My epidural was not working on the lower right side of my body and oh the pain! I couldn't even imagine how much pain I would be in without any epidural. But it ended up being a good thing because this time around I could actually push and focus and not have my legs flopping off of the table like they did with Luke. I could definitely feel the pain but I was able to push little Wyatt out in about 15 minutes.
He reminded me a lot of Luke when he came out just a smaller version. He was perfect and healthy and so handsome. After he was born I kept saying over and over that I couldn't do it again. Okay maybe I was yelling it. I was sooo exhausted and nervous about this second delivery and had been for the past 9 months. All I can remember about this moment was pain and thirst. But little did I know that Jude was my little hero and as soon as the put the ultrasound machine on we saw that he had flipped again and was head down. Best news! We waited for me to catch my breath, calm down and with the next contraction he came out. That was one of the best moments of my life! Boys were looking good and Dave said that I did a double fist pump and said "I feel so much better!" I really did feel instantly better after they both came out.
Jude did great but because he was a little blue he just needed a little puff of oxygen and was looking pink in no time. Jude was fun to see because to this day I have no clue who he looks like. Just his own cute self I guess. It was also a big surprise that he was the bigger of the two since the second twin is generally smaller and has more complications.
But I was able to hold the little guys right after delivery and I was in heaven. Everything ended up working out so perfectly and I still cannot believe how blessed we are to have these boys come here safe and sound and healthy.
The boyzzz. Luke's stick wasn't making me mad at all or wacking the babies in the face ever. I never knew that the older child would be the hardest part about having new babies. But he gets better everyday and he loves his little bros, he does some pretty cute baby talk as well.
