A Birth Story

I'll tell you now, it is not my intention to gross anyone out...but this is a story about giving birth...so read at your own risk! If you get grossed out, it's not my fault. Deal? Deal.

September 26th started very early for M and I...and my mom. Mom came over to wake X and get him ready for school. Of course we got stuck in traffic. This has to be the only place in Canada where rush hour is from 5:30am to 10:00am! We were supposed to be at the hospital at 6:00, we arrived at maternity at 6:25. It stressed me out, but the nurses didn't seem to care. Oh well. They gave us our "clothes" and told us to get ready. They gave me a bum-hanging out "gown." Seriously the only hospital left in the world that uses these!

Down in the prep room we met my anaesthesiologist. He was about 6'5" or so and kept putting stuff up too high for the nurses to reach. His first attempt at an IV failed harsh. 10 days later I still have a heart-shaped bruise on my arm. M almost fainted. Bad sign.

They took me into the OR to put the epidural in and told M they wouldn't forget him. They forgot him. I had to ask for him. There were 12 to 15 people in there all so excited about haqving twins that they forgot that Daddy might like to be there too! So when M walked in the doctor was already at it, the nurse told him "go in, go straight to that chair, and sit. Nowhere else." I was thinking, dear heavens he almost fainted at the IV and here he is walking in cold and my belly is open! But apparently he thought that part was "awesome."

Let me tell you, a planned c-section is WAY different than an emergency procedure. First of all I was TOTALLY drugged up for the first one. And super tired. Therefore I was not completely aware of what was going on. For this one I was all too aware of everything! They kept telling me it was like the dentist; there would be no pain, but I would still feel a lot of "pressure." Apparently "pressure" feels like someone grabbing your belly and shaking it like a polaroid picture.

Anywhooooo. Two babies came out. Twin A turned into Viola and Twin B turned into Lily. V weighed in at 8lbs, 6ozs, and L is the baby sister in every way as she weighed in at 7lbs, 5ozs. This is quite an acccomplishment if I do say so myself! At least the crowd in the OR agreed with me, there was a lot of exclaiming. I felt it was inappropriate for me to tell the doctor "I told you so," prehaps had I been a little less focused on two new daughters I would have.

After the teams of nurses and pediatrition tortured the girls for a few minutes they were bundled up and sent upstairs for more fun and some Daddy time. I was in the OR for another half hour or so and then shipped off to the recovery room. Funniest thing about recovering? Feeling came back in my right leg WAY before it came back in my left. It's very odd not to be able to move certain bits.

When I was shipped back up to my room I was greeted by a husband with his arms full of crying babies! It was great. Speaking of, there's one crying now.... Hope I didn't gross you out!