For a year.
So, the moral of this story is pray faithfully and God will answer...times two.
Although I continued to be a large and uncomfortable pregnant woman with this pregnancy, I actually felt the best I'd ever felt while pregnant. I didn't run or exercise for fear of preterm labor (ha! maybe I should have!) but ate very healthily due to my gestational diabetes. I started to get antsy for labor to start around 34 weeks when I knew we could have the twins locally...and my maternity leave was due to start.
|36 weeks pregnant. Total weight gain 49 lbs! (Still gained more with Henry and Sam :).|
My antsy-ness turned into a general crabbiness and pity party as week 34 and week 35 passed without any sign of labor. The supermoon eclipse was scheduled for Sunday, September 26 and--as all nurses know--weird things happen with a full moon, so I was sure I would go into labor. Joe and I worked through about 4 hours of contractions and called Lala to come stay the night...then the contractions stopped.
I saw Dr. Berg the next day as scheduled and was dilated to 5cm, which was encouraging...although I knew I'd been stuck at 6cm with Henry for 3 weeks last time! So, Tuesday, September 28, Henry and I dropped off Sam and Natalie at school, lugged in a case of wine for the school auction, and headed to the office to do a little bit of work and see a last minute patient.
As soon as I wrapped up with the patient around 10:30am, I began having mild, regular contractions every 10 minutes. I called to get in for my nonstress test, but every labor and delivery bed was full, so they told me to call back later that afternoon. Henry and I went home for lunch and a nap, but the contractions continued and I had Joe come home to help with Henry while I baked some muffins to take my mind off the contractions, which continued to be mild. Ultimately, around 2pm, I loaded up Henry and we went to the hospital to see what was going on.
Joe met us there and we had a nonstress test and were dilated to a 5 1/2cm. Slow going, but not uncomfortable, we walked around for awhile. The ultrasound at the hospital unfortunately showed that Luke was now breech, but Dr. Berg still felt like we could have a trial of labor and attempt a breech extraction.
An hour or two later, we were dilated to a 6cm. Slow, slow, slow...but progress. We decided we'd feel best about staying at the hospital rather than going home and we were admitted. Nicole, our fabulous doula, came over at that point and Christina, fabulous sister-in-law, also joined the labor party.
They all took turns walking with me. Nicole suggested I do some belly lifts with each contractions. The contractions weren't uncomfortable, but I did not like those belly lifts! Nevertheless, they seemed to work and we continued to make slow and steady progress. We tried the breast pump to make the contractions stronger, which seemed to help a little.
At 7 1/2 cm (somewhere around 9-10pm), our nurse, Sam, thought we needed to do continuous fetal monitoring, which proved tedious and cumbersome. One baby or the other would continue to disappear off the monitor and I'd spend what seemed like forever in bed while she fiddled with the monitor, chasing the rogue baby down. Contractions weren't as productive when I was in bed, but they also couldn't get two telemetry monitors to work, so we were moved to a bigger room and I stuck pretty close to the bed for the remainder of labor.
Contractions began to get stronger and more uncomfortable, especially in my back. Nicole, Teenie, and Joe took turns doing the double hip squeeze as I breathed through them. At some point, Mom and Dan stopped by to say hi, but I couldn't really focus on conversation at that point. Contractions got stronger, but I couldn't get beyond 8-8 1/2 cm. There wasn't any plan to break my water or doing anything different until morning and I wasn't sure how much longer I could cope with these contractions, so we got an epidural, which worked really well. We were all able to get some rest for a few hours in the early morning, but, of course, laying in bed with a numb body, labor seemed to plateau. Teenie had to go home to take her kids to school and I was sorry that after all of her helping with labor, she didn't get to meet these babies yet.
Dr. Berg came and broke my water in the morning and I was sure we'd be meeting our two babies soon. Every time I've had my water broken, the contractions have gotten much stronger and productive.
Not in this case.
And I was numb from the epidural, which made me feel restless. Joe and Nicole took turns rubbing my legs to help with pins and needles feeling. A while later, Leryn (day shift nurse) came in with Dr. Berg so I could try pushing...but I was so numb, I couldn't push effectively. I had a crisis of confidence and started crying. Was this labor ever going to be over?
Pitocin was started and the epidural was turned down. I began to feel the contractions. Nicole had me sit up in bed to put more pressure on my cervix for awhile. Then we tried the peanut ball (which is a birthing ball shaped like a peanut) to open up my hips with contractions.
All of a sudden...I needed to push.
I needed to push NOW.
Except Dr. Berg wasn't there yet. Breathing through pushing urges was one of the HARDEST things I've done. Someone said Dr. Berg would be here soon and I remember saying "No, she won't! I heard you say she just got in her car!" It seemed like an eternity.
|Cecelia crying; Bea on the right|
|Proud dad--TWO daughters|
Four pushes later, Cecelia Janice was born, weighing 7lbs, 6oz at 2:58pm. She is named after Cecelia (patron saint of music) and Janice, my grandma.
They laid her on my chest immediately and she began crying. She wanted to nurse, but we had another baby to deliver! Before I knew what was happening, Dr Berg had broken my water and reached up to grab Luke, who was breech. It was a crazy, intense, painful sensation and I was glad to have Cecelia on my chest to distract me. After a bit, I felt like they were shoving the baby back up into my uterus. Ugh!
Dr Berg then announced we were going to have to proceed with a C-section to get Luke out. I wanted Joe to be able to stay with Cecelia and thought Nicole would be coming with me to the OR, but at the last minute, Nicole was told it was against policy for her to come in. Luke seemed to be doing well on the monitor, so there was time to give me a spinal instead of having to have general anesthesia and I was grateful for that.
So far, I'd felt like I'd experienced every single kind of birth experience someone could have. The C-section was by far the WORST part of the birth experience and I was grateful that all attempts to avoid one had been made. Luke was delivered, but was difficult to get out. The baby was breech with one leg down and the other leg up over the head. Aside from the hip being sort of dislocated on delivery, baby B tolerated C-section fairly well. I'd hoped for them to lay her on my chest while they closed, but when they showed me her I felt so sick and felt so much abdominal pressure, it was all I could do to look at her and say hi. Baby B, whom we would later decide to name Beatrice Amy after St. Beatrice and my sister, weighed 6lbs 3 oz and was born at 3:39pm.
Joe went with Beatrice to the nursery and Nicole was able to come in. My shoulders and neck ached for some reason and she rubbed them while they finished up surgery. Postoperative recovery was uneventful, but I was exhausted. I'd lost some blood and required a transfusion. I was surprised at how long it took me to bounce back (I guess I'm still working on bouncing back, honestly) and how much my belly hurt after a C-section. If I had to do it over again, I still would have made the same choices in the hopes of trying to avoid a C-section.
|Big sister Natalie holding Bea|
|Sam, a pro by now, holding Bea|
|Big brother Henry holding Cecelia with mom helping|
What a miracle.
It wasn't what Joe and I planned or how I had hoped it would have turned out, but I am so thankful that we all came out relatively unscathed. The twins needed zero NICU/special care and aside from my own slow recovery, we are all doing well. I have a great teammate and labor partner in my husband, a dedicated sister in law who stayed up all night laboring with me, and a fabulous doula who will always hold a special place in our family's heart to share this experience with...and two beautiful daughters to add to our family.
What a gift.
|The best part about having a twin is always having a teammate. Cecelia left, Bea right|