The story - in two parts (1)
You all didn't think it was just that easy, did you?
We are talking about me here. Nine pregnancies, you didn't believe I could just go in for an induction and walk away with two charming baby boys, right?
And so it goes...
Friday December 9, 2011 I hadn't felt a whole lot of movement from Twin B. I had an appointment with the peri for a NST/BBP. Twin B gave us a bunch of trouble but the peri's office assured me that even though he was a trouble maker he was still doing ok. Twin A was doing really well. Just to be on the safe side they told me to come back in on Monday the 12th in the afternoon to make sure everything was still going well before my scheduled induction on the 13th. Plan was for me to go in on the evening of the 13th with a birth most likely on the 14th. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, plans that I make.
Over the weekend I could not feel Twin B move. I was super nervous but that was nothing new. I have been living that for YEARS!!!! I emailed the PA that I love at the peri's office privately. She and I actually happened to graduate high school together. She told me that I should go straight to the hospital if I thought something was wrong. I really did try to reign in my fear over the weekend and I decided that I could wait until Monday. If something was wrong then it was probably already done and I couldn't change it. I am crazy, I know!
Monday December 12th, 2011 I was crazy with fear. I had my last appointment with my therapist before I thought I was going to be induced. The more I talked about the situation the more paralyzed with fear I became. As soon as I arrived in my office my parents were all over my case with questions about how I was feeling (I had not been feeling well over the weekend). I let it slip about Twin B and mom too became crazed. I was coerced into calling the peri and asking for an earlier appointment. I got the PA on the phone and she told me to come right down to the office. I barely took time to turn off my computer.
I knew better than to call DH and let him know just how scared I was. Once downtown at the Dr.'s office again Twin B was ALIVE and MOVING but I literally could not feel it. I would watch on the ultrasound and see all kinds of movement and I literally could feel nothing on that side. It was weird and I felt stupid but, the doctor didn't think I was so stupid. His theory was that maybe we ought to get ourselves over to the hospital sooner rather than later. Nothing specific was happening but like he stated, twenty four hours one way or another isn't going to make a huge difference. Twin B for sure was giving us a run for our money while Twin A seemed to excel. It was about 11 am when I frantically began calling and texting my husband with no answer. I started to panic knowing that I needed to be at the hospital in two hours and I couldn't find my husband anywhere. I was already in a state of panic because of those boys and not being able to reach my husband at all was only adding to the mess. You would think when you have a wife that is 35w5d pregnant with your twin boys you would stick pretty close to a device where she could reach you if need be. Not my husband. So I called my mom and told her that I was on my way home to finish packing my bag and Izzie's bag. I was to be at the hospital at 2pm and I was so irrated that I couldn't reach my husband I told my mother that I was driving myself to the hospital and they could find me there.
Finally I got the brilliant idea that I could call my husbands office number and dial one number off and see if I could get an office mate. Lucky me I did indeed reach the person that shares an office with DH but he was vague and rude on the phone. We literally live a few blocks from DH's office and supposedly no one had seen him in "a while". When I pulled into the driveway and got out of the car, I see that my husband has decided to come for lunch. You better believe his ears were hurting after I laid into him. I still can't figure out with all my issues and all the things we have been through he wasn't tethered to his phone.
I finished packing my bag, went to lunch with my husband and parents and made it to the hospital by 2 pm as expected.
I thought the plan was to break my water as soon as we arrived and get the show on the road. At least that was the plan while I was in the peri's office. Apparently between when he decided that in the office and when he met me at the hospital he changed his mind. In the mean time in our multiples class I had become close with a triple mom that was set to deliver my c-section at noon and my doctor was delivering. So I know exactly where my doctors mind was in between when he saw me at the office and when we talked at the hospital hours and hours later.
The nurse had me change, and do the normal check-in/vitals stuff. She explained that instead of breaking Twin A's water that Dr. H. wanted to see if he could get me a bit more dilated. I was already at almost a two and 80% effaced I believe. I was also reminded both in the office several times and at the hospital several times that my doctor went off call at 7 am the next morning. I thought I was fighting against time to have these boys before seven am the next morning as I DID NOT want to have the other peri deliver for a number of reasons.
Labor was hard, I am not going to lie. I did dilate with help. I never had to have pitocin which was a huge blessing!!! At seven pm I was progressing nicely but I was still nervous about having Dr. H. deliver because I didn't think I was progressing fast enough. I was sure Dr. H. was going to come break my water any time but he didn't. The nurses changed shifts and I got these two yahoo nurses that were like Tweedle D and Tweedle Dumb. They were all about trying to keep both boys on the monitors at the same time which literally was impossible at this point. They wanted me tethered to the bed at all times. I was tolerating the intense pain fine if I could be up walking or rocking in the chair but not if I was on my back tetehred to the bed. It was about ten o'clock when I had enough and I was feeling really emotional about the whole situation. I was nervous about the doctor situation and I was in a LOT of pain. I gave the nurses an ultimadium, you either get my doctor in here right now AND I want an epidural too OR I am leaving this hospital. I figured I was being induced they could stop it at any time....and I was PISSED!!!
I know it was not much later but the timing is fuzzy that the nurses got a call from the OR, the doctor would be in to talk to me after his emergency csection and that the Dr. had made special arrangements that he would deliver my boys WHENEVER that time was and it did not matter on call or not. I know it was after midnight when he came to my room to tell me that I should have received the epidural earlier and that he was going to bed after three emergency csections that night. It wasn't two minutes later that the anestesiologist was there.
It was a long night made better by pain meds though to be honest I was numb in weird spots. The next day the 13th of December I labored fairly hard. By lunch time they wanted to give me time to "labor down". My BP had been all over the board over night because of the epidural. It was quite a battle, one unfortunately that followed me thoughout the labor, delivery and post-partum.
Finally they took me to the OR so I could begin to push. I gave one push as a trial and they rushed me to the operating room where they deliver twins. It only took me three or four more pushes and out Z (Twin A) came. B (Twin B) took the opportunity to move up and make himself comfy. He moved so far up that they tried a number of things to get him to move and he wouldn't plus he was having lots of decels. With every push Dr. H. told me that we were headed toward a section if things didn't improve. It wasn't until a few minutes later when Dr. H. told me that DH needed to leave the OR and they were putting me out. It was literally seconds before they had me knocked out. Before they could knock me out I began to cry and made Dr. H. promise that he would get Twin B out alive ( I probably should have told him I wanted to be alive too at the end of this - that's important later in the story). I also made it clear, as I had told him on numerous other occasions, please tie/knot/sailor knot/do whatever it takes to make it permanent their will be no more children from this body.
The next several hours are blurry...The boys were great and healthy. Everyone was relatively well except me. My BP kept giving me fits and it continued to be a problem. They finally took me downstairs to the mother/baby floor and all was well. I wasn't in a terrible amount of pain and it was pretty much managed while I was in the hospital. Dr. H. kept me in the hospital for an extra few days to keep me on IV antibiotics as they were nervous about infection in my csection wound. I went home on oral antibiotics to be safe as well. Twin B - Brodie gave a bit of trouble when we were ready to leave the hospital as since the boys were born before 36 weeks ( 1 day) they had to pass car seat tests before they could leave the hospital. What this means is the baby has to sit in the carseat, buckled in with out de-stating for 90 minutes. Mind you we live 7 minutes from the hospital on the freeway...Brodie could not pass. He could do it for 60 minutes and he could do it for 90 minutes IF he was not buckled but even the two special seats from the NICU didn't help. So that earned Brodie a trip to the NICU for two days. He finally went home in a preemie car seat after passing the test on a technicality even though he was way bigger than any of the preemies at 6 lbs 1 oz when he left.
All was well. I was healing nicely from my csection and the boys were doing well too. I finished my antibiotics on Christmas Day. And that's when the real fun began....
We are talking about me here. Nine pregnancies, you didn't believe I could just go in for an induction and walk away with two charming baby boys, right?
And so it goes...
Friday December 9, 2011 I hadn't felt a whole lot of movement from Twin B. I had an appointment with the peri for a NST/BBP. Twin B gave us a bunch of trouble but the peri's office assured me that even though he was a trouble maker he was still doing ok. Twin A was doing really well. Just to be on the safe side they told me to come back in on Monday the 12th in the afternoon to make sure everything was still going well before my scheduled induction on the 13th. Plan was for me to go in on the evening of the 13th with a birth most likely on the 14th. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, plans that I make.
Over the weekend I could not feel Twin B move. I was super nervous but that was nothing new. I have been living that for YEARS!!!! I emailed the PA that I love at the peri's office privately. She and I actually happened to graduate high school together. She told me that I should go straight to the hospital if I thought something was wrong. I really did try to reign in my fear over the weekend and I decided that I could wait until Monday. If something was wrong then it was probably already done and I couldn't change it. I am crazy, I know!
Monday December 12th, 2011 I was crazy with fear. I had my last appointment with my therapist before I thought I was going to be induced. The more I talked about the situation the more paralyzed with fear I became. As soon as I arrived in my office my parents were all over my case with questions about how I was feeling (I had not been feeling well over the weekend). I let it slip about Twin B and mom too became crazed. I was coerced into calling the peri and asking for an earlier appointment. I got the PA on the phone and she told me to come right down to the office. I barely took time to turn off my computer.
I knew better than to call DH and let him know just how scared I was. Once downtown at the Dr.'s office again Twin B was ALIVE and MOVING but I literally could not feel it. I would watch on the ultrasound and see all kinds of movement and I literally could feel nothing on that side. It was weird and I felt stupid but, the doctor didn't think I was so stupid. His theory was that maybe we ought to get ourselves over to the hospital sooner rather than later. Nothing specific was happening but like he stated, twenty four hours one way or another isn't going to make a huge difference. Twin B for sure was giving us a run for our money while Twin A seemed to excel. It was about 11 am when I frantically began calling and texting my husband with no answer. I started to panic knowing that I needed to be at the hospital in two hours and I couldn't find my husband anywhere. I was already in a state of panic because of those boys and not being able to reach my husband at all was only adding to the mess. You would think when you have a wife that is 35w5d pregnant with your twin boys you would stick pretty close to a device where she could reach you if need be. Not my husband. So I called my mom and told her that I was on my way home to finish packing my bag and Izzie's bag. I was to be at the hospital at 2pm and I was so irrated that I couldn't reach my husband I told my mother that I was driving myself to the hospital and they could find me there.
Finally I got the brilliant idea that I could call my husbands office number and dial one number off and see if I could get an office mate. Lucky me I did indeed reach the person that shares an office with DH but he was vague and rude on the phone. We literally live a few blocks from DH's office and supposedly no one had seen him in "a while". When I pulled into the driveway and got out of the car, I see that my husband has decided to come for lunch. You better believe his ears were hurting after I laid into him. I still can't figure out with all my issues and all the things we have been through he wasn't tethered to his phone.
I finished packing my bag, went to lunch with my husband and parents and made it to the hospital by 2 pm as expected.
I thought the plan was to break my water as soon as we arrived and get the show on the road. At least that was the plan while I was in the peri's office. Apparently between when he decided that in the office and when he met me at the hospital he changed his mind. In the mean time in our multiples class I had become close with a triple mom that was set to deliver my c-section at noon and my doctor was delivering. So I know exactly where my doctors mind was in between when he saw me at the office and when we talked at the hospital hours and hours later.
The nurse had me change, and do the normal check-in/vitals stuff. She explained that instead of breaking Twin A's water that Dr. H. wanted to see if he could get me a bit more dilated. I was already at almost a two and 80% effaced I believe. I was also reminded both in the office several times and at the hospital several times that my doctor went off call at 7 am the next morning. I thought I was fighting against time to have these boys before seven am the next morning as I DID NOT want to have the other peri deliver for a number of reasons.
Labor was hard, I am not going to lie. I did dilate with help. I never had to have pitocin which was a huge blessing!!! At seven pm I was progressing nicely but I was still nervous about having Dr. H. deliver because I didn't think I was progressing fast enough. I was sure Dr. H. was going to come break my water any time but he didn't. The nurses changed shifts and I got these two yahoo nurses that were like Tweedle D and Tweedle Dumb. They were all about trying to keep both boys on the monitors at the same time which literally was impossible at this point. They wanted me tethered to the bed at all times. I was tolerating the intense pain fine if I could be up walking or rocking in the chair but not if I was on my back tetehred to the bed. It was about ten o'clock when I had enough and I was feeling really emotional about the whole situation. I was nervous about the doctor situation and I was in a LOT of pain. I gave the nurses an ultimadium, you either get my doctor in here right now AND I want an epidural too OR I am leaving this hospital. I figured I was being induced they could stop it at any time....and I was PISSED!!!
I know it was not much later but the timing is fuzzy that the nurses got a call from the OR, the doctor would be in to talk to me after his emergency csection and that the Dr. had made special arrangements that he would deliver my boys WHENEVER that time was and it did not matter on call or not. I know it was after midnight when he came to my room to tell me that I should have received the epidural earlier and that he was going to bed after three emergency csections that night. It wasn't two minutes later that the anestesiologist was there.
It was a long night made better by pain meds though to be honest I was numb in weird spots. The next day the 13th of December I labored fairly hard. By lunch time they wanted to give me time to "labor down". My BP had been all over the board over night because of the epidural. It was quite a battle, one unfortunately that followed me thoughout the labor, delivery and post-partum.
Finally they took me to the OR so I could begin to push. I gave one push as a trial and they rushed me to the operating room where they deliver twins. It only took me three or four more pushes and out Z (Twin A) came. B (Twin B) took the opportunity to move up and make himself comfy. He moved so far up that they tried a number of things to get him to move and he wouldn't plus he was having lots of decels. With every push Dr. H. told me that we were headed toward a section if things didn't improve. It wasn't until a few minutes later when Dr. H. told me that DH needed to leave the OR and they were putting me out. It was literally seconds before they had me knocked out. Before they could knock me out I began to cry and made Dr. H. promise that he would get Twin B out alive ( I probably should have told him I wanted to be alive too at the end of this - that's important later in the story). I also made it clear, as I had told him on numerous other occasions, please tie/knot/sailor knot/do whatever it takes to make it permanent their will be no more children from this body.
The next several hours are blurry...The boys were great and healthy. Everyone was relatively well except me. My BP kept giving me fits and it continued to be a problem. They finally took me downstairs to the mother/baby floor and all was well. I wasn't in a terrible amount of pain and it was pretty much managed while I was in the hospital. Dr. H. kept me in the hospital for an extra few days to keep me on IV antibiotics as they were nervous about infection in my csection wound. I went home on oral antibiotics to be safe as well. Twin B - Brodie gave a bit of trouble when we were ready to leave the hospital as since the boys were born before 36 weeks ( 1 day) they had to pass car seat tests before they could leave the hospital. What this means is the baby has to sit in the carseat, buckled in with out de-stating for 90 minutes. Mind you we live 7 minutes from the hospital on the freeway...Brodie could not pass. He could do it for 60 minutes and he could do it for 90 minutes IF he was not buckled but even the two special seats from the NICU didn't help. So that earned Brodie a trip to the NICU for two days. He finally went home in a preemie car seat after passing the test on a technicality even though he was way bigger than any of the preemies at 6 lbs 1 oz when he left.
All was well. I was healing nicely from my csection and the boys were doing well too. I finished my antibiotics on Christmas Day. And that's when the real fun began....
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