The Birth Story - if you want to read it!

At 4 in the morning I woke up and my stomach hurt.  It wasn't a normal pain, but it definitely wasn't a labor pain.  It wasn't constant or continuous.  It was stabby??  Jett was sleeping in my bed so climbed into his.  I started feeling the pain again, but without an alarm clock I had no idea how often so I ran back to my bed.  I told Mick what I was feeling and we discussed if I should go in or not.  We were trying to remember information about when we should go to the hospital but we deemed it useless because that was for when you were in full term labor.  I was 2 months early.  The only person I could think of who had preterm labor multiple times was my sister in law Katie, but she just had a baby herself, I wasn't about to call her at 6am.  If she was sleeping I wanted her to sleep.

I finally decided to call my mom and ask her opinion.  She calmly said, JUST GO IN.  There is a fetal triage unit in our hospital, anyone can go in when they are 18 weeks pregnant and there isn't a wait.  I remember telling my mom, I feel like he is ready to crawl out of me.

By the time I got to the doctors office I wasn't really feeling any pain.  I felt like they would laugh in my face and send me home,   The nurses came in and were trying to find the babies heart beats.  They found baby A right away but they kept finding his twice rather than baby B's.  The nurse spent over an hour talking to me about my health history and just chatting.  I am happy and chatty at this point, and relieved that there isn't something drastically wrong.

The doctor comes in and describes some test that he can do that tells us if I would go into labor within a week.  He checks me and says, We don't need to do the test, you are 7 cm dilated.  At this point things start to get a bit rushed.  The immediately call for me to get a shot of steroids to develop the babies lungs and antibiotics because I am not far enough along to have taken the strep B test.  I call mick and tell him to drop off Jett.  I ask the nurse if he should pack me a bag and she said yes, I wouldn't be going home before the babies were born.  I am thinking that they will put me on bed rest and buy me a few days.

The doctor calls the ambulance to transfer me to another hospital because the boys were too premature to stay at that hospital.  They do an ultrasound to see the babies positions, and baby B is laying twisted around baby A which was why they couldn't find his heart beat.  Now they are worried that they are coming too quickly, so I should deliver there and then transfer all 3 of us to Foothills Hospital.

The ambulance arrives and they decide to check me again to see if I had progressed.  I am talking to Mick on the phone at this point telling him to just drive to the hospital.  Mick is confused and I tell him to JUST DRIVE!  I was feeling calm because everything was out of my control but the one thing I wanted was for Mick to be there.  They finally decide to transfer me.  The two EMT workers are wheeling me out and they both say "See you again in 7 months!".  They were both pregnant.

So I happily chat with the ladies about their pregnancies, they roll me into the back and the doctor says, "IF she feels any pressure turn on the sirens."  Here I am, thinking, UMM NO SIRENS?  How many times in your life do you get to ride in an ambulance?  What a rip off.

The blonde EMT takes my information and we are chatting away, when she says, "You will tell me if you feel pressure right?  This is a one woman show and the last thing I want is to deliver breech premature twins in the back of an ambulence."  I noticed that the sirens were on!  YAY!

I get there in one piece (still one person, not 3?) and I see another doctor, get another IV, another ultrasound, and another "check".  Pleasant.  I am told that I am fully dilated, effaced, and there are legs coming out.  I am told that the C-Section will be within 15 minutes.  FINALLY Mick gets there, and I can freak out.  What do I choose?  The location of my purse and getting my camera.  I tell him, can you get the camera out of my purse?  Don't leave the purse hanging out, they might steal my STUFF.  You know, the essentials.  My people magazine, my book, my crocheting?  My phone.

Get the camera, put it in your pocket.  He hands me his book.  In his mad rush out he remembered a book?  When did he think he was going to read?  You can tell our mental state of mind that morning, we didn't believe it could really happen.

They wheel me into the room and numbed me.  I freaked out.  I couldn't breathe.  I told Mick he had to talk to me.  He was too nervous and couldn't think of anything.  I got mad.  The anesthesiologist began to tell me about her visit to China to train their workers.  Saved my mental state and after that everything was fine.

They delivered Baby A at 11:42 and B at 11:44.  It was silent in the room.  Mick shouted back statistics, and I asked if they looked like babies or gremlins.  BABIES was the answer.  I didn't know what 29 one day short of 30 week babies would look like. 2 ish pounds each.  1150 and 1310 grams.

Mick didn't take a single picture.  I forgot to ask until way after the fact when I starting asking for my purse again.  Funny the things you do when you can't control anything.