Jan 03, 2009
So with having a cold since the day after christmas and just feeling exhausted in general I was getting pretty miserable in my current state and pretty much had resigned myself that the boys were going to stay in the oven until the bitter end. On December 30th I remember I had a sore back for the last two and a half days and for the umpteenth time just could not get comfortable to go to sleep and I said a small prayer that if it was okay and both boys were healthy could the lord please help me out just a little bit. At about four hours later 5:35am I awoke to a gush of water that covered my bed and just would not stop. I had just been up to the bathroom an hour ago so I was pretty sure what it was. Then as I was getting myself to the bathroom I felt the slipperyness of it and knew it was time to call my OB. I was so excited and scared knowing that contractions should be coming soon. My OB called me back and said to get myself to the hospital, I woke my mom (we were back staying at my parents) and my dad jumped in the shower quick to take me in. I called my husband who answered on the first ring believe it or not and told him today was going to be it. The drive took a little over an hour but luckily contractions came during the last 20 minutes of it and even though they were roughly 7-8 minutes apart they weren't painful and I was able to walk pretty comfortably up to labor and delivery. I was checked around 7:15 and was 3-4 cm dilated (my water had indeed broke) and the resident could even feel Alexander's toes in my cervix (weird). Then they did and ultrasound to find out what limbs belonged to who and at 7:50 we were taken back for the c-section. The spinal went okay, not as painful as the epidural I remembered with Aiden but its effects went up to high and I could only move my head. It lead to a lot of panic on my part - I felt I couldn't breathe and was going to pass out or throw up although my stomach was paralyzed so they didn't happen thank goodness. The best part was feeling none of the surgery, not even pushing or pulling but it was difficult for me to concentrate on the wonder of what was happening, I kept my eyes closed and tossed my head around asking anyone to help me breathe. I was able to get it together briefly when I heard them cry and was able to focus on each of their faces right before they were wheeled out of the room. AT one point my husband put Ethan on my arm but I couldn't move to cradle him and was still comsumed with panic. It was not the best experience in my opinion but at least it ended. They were born at 8:22 and 8:23am weighing five pounds 15 ounces. Ethan is a half an inch shorter than Alex. About 24hours later it was discovered that Ethan did not have an adequate exit for stool so he was transferred to another hospital and underwent surgery this friday morning. It was hard to watch him go and it was weird to have to remind myself that I had twins after that. It was sad that I could not go with him as there was no reason to transfer Alex and either way one would be left alone, thankfully my husband and family took turns visiting Ethan and my OB discharged me at an ungodly hour friday morning so I could see Ethan before he went to surgery.
The overall recovery has been okay, day two was the hardest but since then as long as I stay on top of my pain meds I am fairly comfortable, may ankles are HUGE though!!! I am loving the binder that they put me in as I don't feel as though anything is going to "fall out" and I only look about six months pregnant still =-).
I am so glad they are out and so thankful that Ethan has pulled through this, he is a trooper already.