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Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Our Delivery Day Story

Happy Birthday, Emily Anne and Andrew Elliott! Mommy and Daddy love you very much, and we are super excited about sharing this special day as a family! You know it is a special occasion if I talked your daddy into being a guest blogger. That's right. Daddy and Mommy worked together to record our memories of that special day, just one short year ago, when you two were born. Thanks for making us the happiest parents in the world!

Our Delivery Day Story


Hospital Bound

MARTY: I thought I would be nervous, but it was a strange feeling of normalcy about the day. Perhaps it’s that we had been in a doctor’s office or hospital pretty much every week for 38 weeks. Maybe it was the fact that we had just been at Wake Med, in the same prep room, two nights previous. Maybe it was the fact that everything had been “scheduled”. Whatever it was, this day didn’t seem much different than other days.

MELISSA: I was running on high energy that morning. I was up early to shower. I even did my hair and then put on the only shirt that still fit—the infamous egg yellow shirt—and the overstretched yoga pants that would have probably fit a sumo wrestler. I had Marty take one final preggo belly shot before we left. We left in the Highlander with two newly-installed, empty car seats, knowing the next time we were in this car, we would have double the passengers. It was hot, sunny, muggy June morning. A perfect day to have babies.


Prepping for Delivery

MELISSA: After a fairly quick check-in and blood work, which I hadn’t anticipated, I was wheeled up to the same triage room that we had been in two nights before for the non-stress test. This time, I wasn’t leaving until the babies came out. I had great nurses who asked lots of questions and who did their best to reassure me. The monitors were in place, the babies’ heartbeats were great, and I was a nervous wreck. I was petrified of the thought of the spinal block and the c-section.


MARTY: As we got closer to the pre-arranged time, we were, of course, informed that things would be delayed a bit--fairly normal procedure at a hospital so you get used to it. I decided to go get some breakfast and do remember feeling somewhat guilty as the family ate breakfast in the waiting area while Melissa had been fasting for close to 12 hours.


MARTY: Finally, it was time. It seems a bit strange that they would separate husband and wife this close to delivery, but I was not allowed in the OR while they prepped Melissa and gave her the spinal block. I was very worried how she would do with the needles. She has never been very good with needles and always wants me there with her. After they wheeled her out, I was able to get ready myself. I hadn’t worn scrubs since college, but it all came back to me quickly. It wasn’t long before they came for me. After a few last minute instructions, we were ready to go.


MELISSA: I remember when they finally said they were ready to move me to the delivery room. I remember thinking how odd it was to waddle back there alone. I also remember thinking that in just minutes my babies would be here. Things moved quickly once I was on the table. Dr. Smith was there, and he talked me through the epidural. He told me to think about a happy place. I will never forget that I mentally replayed our Mexico jet ski adventure, silently yelling, WOO HOO over and over, until they were finished. In seconds, I would be numb and Marty would be by my side.

Delivery Room

MARTY: As I walked into the OR, it seemed that they had half of the hospital staff in the room ready to go to work. I recognized only the doctor, the anesthesiologist and the nurse that brought me in. The sterile curtain was up and I had barely sat down when the doc said, “Okay, here we go.” From this point, it gets a little fuzzy thinking about it a year later. It was just a minute or so when I heard, “Here’s the first head of hair.” The doctor pulled Emily out head first and said, “Whoa, we have a big baby here,” above the screaming we would become all too familiar with over the last year. He held Emily up so we could see her briefly, then handed her off to the team for washing and putting under the warming lamp. Just one minute later (if that), the doc said, “I see a leg here”, then “We have another big baby” as he pulled Drew out and repeated the showing process.


MELISSA: For as long as we waited that morning, the actual delivery went surprisingly fast. Almost as soon as I was told to expect pulling and tugging, it seemed Emily Anne was here. At 9:06 am, the doctor announces, “Oh, this one has a lot of hair. And she’s a big one!”

Then there was more pulling and tugging, and at 9:07, Andrew Elliott arrives. “There’s a leg. And we have another big baby. A boy.”

I see a mob of people surrounded the babies. I hear cries. The mob leaves and Marty is cleared to go check out the babies for me while I get stitched up.


Meeting the Babies

MARTY: Right away, Melissa wanted to know when I could see them, and they said I could walk around and see them, and then we would weigh them. I walked around, checked them out, took some pictures, and snuck some video on the flip camera. I walked back over to Melissa who asked me if they were healthy and what they looked like. I told her that Drew was cute. When pressed about Emily, I said, “Drew is so cute.” I’m not going to lie. Though she’s was beautiful to me, Emily was not a cute baby right out of the womb.

I was able to go with the babies as they were weighed. The nurse and I were shocked when the scale said that Emily was 8 pounds 6 ounces and Drew was 7 pounds 9 ounces. 16 pounds of babies were in Melissa’s belly. No wonder she had to ride the Wal-Mart electric carts and couldn’t turn over in bed the last month without assistance. We were then able to bring the babies to see their mommy up close. I’m not sure how much Melissa saw through the tears, but the babies certainly saw her.


MELISSA: All I wanted to know was if my babies were okay. Were they healthy? Yes. Yes, they were. Now, were they cute? Marty assured me twice that Drew was cute. His non-answer about Emily concerned me.

As I heard them call out the weights, I was sure that the c-section had affected my hearing. There was no way I just delivered twins that were 7 and 8 pounds. Our last ultrasound was way off, especially since we had thought all along that Drew was the bigger baby.

Finally, they brought the babies around to me. Sweet Emily. She was beautiful. I remember thinking her cheeks were big and her eyes squinty. Maybe I just couldn’t see clearly through the tears. Dear Drew. My first thought was that he looked just like Marty. I remember the nurse telling me to talk to them. I thought I was. Why weren’t the words coming out of my mouth? I tried to speak aloud. I was choked up. What should my first words be?

“Hey, sweet babies. Mommy loves you.”

Recovery

MARTY: From that point , Melissa didn’t want me to leave the babies side at all, so I went with them as she was taken to recovery. They were taken to the nursery and parked, and I was able to go out and get the entire family and tell them their names, which we had kept mostly secret. I remember having to repeat Drew’s middle name before it registered with my sister and brother-in-law that his middle name was their last name.

Although I did eventually tell Melissa, recovery was the only time I was ever nervous or worried when we were in the hospital. She was hemorrhaging severely and her blood pressure was dropping as low as 50/25, which surprised me that she was even conscious. I looked at the nurse when this came up and she immediately called for the doctor. They administered some meds to get her BP back up, and help with the bleeding, and after about an hour, things were looking pretty good.

MELISSA: Recovery was rough. At first, I was told I should only be there an hour or so, and then I could see the babies. I waited for Marty, then my mom, and my grandma to come back and give me updates on the babies. I was tired. I faded in and out. I could tell the nurse was getting nervous. My blood pressure was falling. I was bleeding more than I should be. There was a flurry of activity, phone calls, visits from a couple of doctors, more medicine. A longer wait to see my babies…

Hospital Stay

MELISSA: Sometime after lunch I finally held my sweet babies. And, then, there were so many other people who wanted to hold them and change them and talk to them. And, it was okay because I was still bleeding, so much so that I had to have a transfusion. Honestly, much of that first afternoon is a blur.






MARTY:
After the recovery scare, Melissa’s BP was not an issue again, but the hemorrhaging did continue prompting the doctor to order a transfusion. Melissa was as pale as a ghost and it was nice to see some color return.


MELISSA: My favorite memory of that first day happened late at night when the nurse brought Emily back from the nursery so she could nurse. I had rested, guiltily for a couple of hours, so unsure of letting them take the babies out of the room. She places Emily on my chest, and she snuggled up until her face was in my neck. We laid there for what seemed like forever. With Drew, I repeated the same process-savoring each baby in the quiet of the night.




MARTY: We took advantage of the nursery every night while we were there and I’m glad we did. The second day, I started exposing the babies to some music from my phone and lay down with them both on my air mattress. It was pretty cool to have two babies, and I was able to change my first diaper probably since I was a teenager. All was right with the world.




MELISSA: We stayed four days at the hospital, and I was grateful for the help, especially from the lactation consultants. I really wanted to breastfeed, but the combination of the c-section and the transfusion had delayed my milk coming in, and I had two voracious eaters on my hands. Emily was jaundice, and the pediatrician wanted us to supplement more. Using a complicated supplementary nursing system, I gave it my best, but it was hard. We enjoyed the nights as a family, and as much as I didn’t want to admit it, it was nice getting a few hours of sleep while the babies went to the nursery.




Coming Home

MARTY:
Then, the reality set in. The first night home was a complete shocker and we didn’t know if we were going to make it at that point. Melissa was trying to breast feed, but still wasn’t producing much, so we were supplementing. We had been told that the babies could only take about an ounce of formula so we would feed them that, and by the time the second one was fed, the first one was going nuts again. We took them to the pediatrician the next day, and we were informed that they could take close to twice that much at each feeding. Thank goodness for that because if the second night had been as bad as the first, I probably wouldn’t be here a year later telling this story.


MELISSA: The first night was bad. One of them cried all night long. I would nurse one and then other. And then I would start all over again. We worried if they were too warm, too cold. We worried if they were too inclined or not enough. We broke out pacifiers that we swore we wouldn’t use. We broke down in tears. How early could we get to the pediatrician’s office? Did they know what they were doing when they just let the two of us take TWO babies home by ourselves??






One year later

MARTY: Melissa keeps saying that it’s flown by, but to me it’s been one of the longest, yet most rewarding year of my life. Everything they do amazes me and as I’m typing this, Drew has now decided to stand straight up in the middle of the room, and start walking after having shown little interest in doing so before. Amazing!

MELISSA: I sometimes wonder who has learned more in this last year—me or the babies. I stand amazed each and every day at each new thing they learned, but I am also amazed at what Marty and I have learned. Watching Em and Drew learn to walk reminds me of us learning to be parents. We’ve needed some hand-holding; we’ve made some missteps, had some stumbles, and endured a few bumps and bruises. But, we persevered. And, each day we get a little more stable, a little more efficient, and a little more relaxed. Like watching them take their first steps, it’s been a miracle to watch.

8 comments:

Andrea said...

Oh my goodness this is beautiful! It made me tear up several times! Love that daddy took part too! You are one tough woman...I admire you for that!! So very awesome! I am sure your husband thinks you are THE woman. No one else in his eyes could compare too! Thanks so much for sharing! Take care! Happy Birthday beautiful babies!!

Tasha said...

I was crying the whole way through!!! What a great story of their birth! Thanks so much for sharing and bringing back memories our my twins' BIRTHday.
Happy Birthday sweet Emily and Andrew!

Beth said...

Happy Birthday Emily!
Happy Birthday Drew!

Great post!! Had me in tears a few times. What a great gift to your sweet babies to have this to look back on!

I hope you're enjoying this special day!

MandyE (Twin Trials and Triumphs) said...

That first picture of you holding both babies made me cry. It's so beautiful. :) :)

Happy birthday to your sweet baby girl Emily! Happy birthday to your sweet baby boy Drew!

And CONGRATS to you and your hubby for making it through that amazing (yet tough) first year. Two-and-a-half years in for us, it just keeps getting better...hang on and enjoy the ride!

Mary said...

I've really enjoyed reading your stories. I laughed and cried with you. (My favorite part was the mention of the Walmart electric carts - so glad to know I wasn't the only one! I got the weirdest looks!) The thing that struck me as I read about some of the trials you went through and reflected on my own, it further confirmed how all that pain was not only worth the reward, but the scars (mental and physical) from it are like trophies and reminders of one of the most sacred things we'll ever do in our lives: bear our children.

Mary said...

(ps) Happy Birthday Emily and Drew!

Denise said...

The photo before delivery, I could feel the discomfort. At least I thought I could. I only had one at a time though so maybe not. The size of the babies! No wonder. You get your own cloud in heaven. Bless you. They were and are beautiful.

Liz said...

Hi it's so great to read your delivery day story. It brings back memories for me when i had my twins.
Wow, your babies were big. I thought mine were big when they were born. My boys were 7 lbs 5oz and 6 lbs 5oz.
It is a lot work but they are a huge blessings in our lives. congrats on one year!

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