I had been stuck for weeks upon weeks in the house, able to move around, but unable to go upstairs or leave the house. I was HUGE with twins boys inside my belly. On this day, I was at 36 weeks, 2 days. Here is a pic of me at 30 weeks, so you can imagine what another 6 weeks made me look like:
Since I had gestational diabetes, I felt like all I did was eat (6 times a day, including one snack at 2 am), take my blood sugar (7 times a day), and shoot myself with insulin (4 times a day). It was really uncomfortable, but I was proud that I had gotten to this point and my boys were healthy and growing.
My husband had a VERY important meeting that day. He had been telling me all week that I could have the babies at any time EXCEPT that Friday.
Somehow, an idea popped into my head. If the boys were born now, they would probably be just fine. I was tired of sitting around on the couch. After being stuck in the house for months on end, I was going to shower, put on some clothes (if any still fit) and run down to Babies-R-Us for a little shopping. I took my shower, washed my hair, and SOMEHOW managed to shave my legs! I felt great!
When I was drying off, I noticed the blood starting. It freaked me out!!! I called my husband, and then I called my next door neighbor and good friend to take me to the hospital. I wondered if my boys were alright. I was so scared of losing them, or them having problems. My husband made it to the hospital at the same time Colleen and I did.
Nurses and doctors came in to monitor the boys. Thank God, they said that the boys appeared to be under no stress and were doing fine. However, today would be the day they joined us in this world!!!
Whew! At least I was freshly showed and shaved! :)
It may have been Friday the 13th, but it was also Good Friday.
I was given a full spinal block, and I really don't remember anything other than my legs getting really numb. Maybe I blocked this from my mind, but Scott says the staff started freaking out as my blood pressure plummeted. They worked on me a while and got it back. I don't remember ANY of that. We got wheeled into the OR, since we were having a C-section. I felt removed from the process, because I couldn't feel anything below my chest, and they had that huge sheet hanging up. Scott took picture, thankfully, so I could see things later.
Matthew joined us first, followed three minutes later by Michael, still fully inside his sac. They had to puncture it to get him out. Matthew was 6 pounds 9 ounces and Michael was 6 pounds 6 1/2 ounces. HUGE babies! They scored great and were shown to me as I bawled my eyes out. The moment I will never forget is Scott leaning down to my face and saying "They are so beautiful! I love you SO MUCH!" as tears streamed down his face.
The boys were both healthy, had no NICU time, and mostly stayed in the room with us. I did send them back to the nursery at night, because someone wisely told me this would be the last uninterrupted sleep I would have for years, and to enjoy it. Since they left the epidural feed with pain meds in for a day or so, I certainly did sleep :)
Four days later, Michael, Matthew, Scott and I went home to start our new life as a family.
There were sleepless nights, but I wouldn't trade a single day.
Today, my boys turn five. They are signed up for Kindergarten. They tell me constantly that they can do things on their own and to treat them like big boys.
Where does the time go? At least they still love each other and are best friends.