So I went in on a Monday morning for an ultrasound at my normal doctor's office - and then was sent over to the birthing center for yet another NST. I had just had one on Sunday and their heartbeats were strong. I called Jon to let him know what was going on. Once I was setup in the hospital and they did the test, the nurse came in and let me know my doc (Dr. Champine) was coming to run another ultrasound on me. I had told Jon not to come but he said he was going to anyway which ended up being good as the doc on call came in to tell me it was time for the babies to come. Baby B was laying on his cord, causing the blood flow to his placenta to not really work anymore. He wasn't going to get anymore nutrients at this point so out they had to come!
WHAT?! I hadn't packed my to-go bag... I had nothing set... I had told Loki I would be right back... my parents had just left the day before to go back to Raleigh. Jon had been in Tampa for a conference so my mom was with me just in case. I was given the option of being induced or scheduling a c-section for the following day with Dr. Champine. The on-call doc gave it to me straight... there was a chance that Baby B's placenta would not make it through regular labor and I would have to have a c-section anyway. Jon and I talked it over and we decided we would rather them be safe. So I took the c-section option, scheduled it for noon the next day (2/27/18) and then we proceeded to get everything set for these babies to come!
Parents were called, Jon got his classes covered, one of his students came and got Loki, and he ran back to the apartment to get a few things so we would get through the next couple of days. It was a pretty sleepless night for both of us- I was trying to get comfortable on a hospital bed with my giant belly plus they were coming in every few hours to check the babies' heart rates and Jon was sleeping on the pull out couch thing that looked real uncomfortable.
Both sets of parents arrived the next morning to check in with us before I headed into surgery. Jon got set in his scrubs and I headed into the OR to get my spinal block, etc. The whole experience was surreal as of course I couldn't feel anything. Jon was sitting by my head as we waited and then baby cry! Baby B (Graham) was out 5lbs, 2.5oz and 18in (he had switched places during my pregnancy but we kept his letter assignment the same). Then lots of pulling and pushing happened to me and another baby cry! Baby A (Luke) was out 5lbs, 5oz and 18.75in! We both burst into tears since they came out crying. They brought Graham over to me after he was cleaned up a bit (still surreal!) but Luke was breathing really rapidly so they took him out to do more tests and get him some oxygen. After being stitched up they took me down to recovery, where I got a little nauseous but ended up being ok and able to come back up to our room. Jon was there with Graham who was doing great. He headed out to go check on Luke in the nursery- they had him in a warmer and under an oxygen hood- trying to get his breathing to stabilize. We waited for a bit hoping that Luke would be able to come back to the room. Then finally I told Jon to go let our parents know what was going on, oh and what the baby names were. They all came in and met Graham. :)
After they left, I met with lactation to help get my milk to come in. We did opt to have the twins get formula in the beginning while my body was figuring out that the babies had been delivered. Jon spent most of the evening and night with Luke in the nursery, holding his hand, and telling him it was going to be ok. In the middle of the night they sat me up and wheeled me over to the nursery so I could hold him since he hadn't had any mommy time yet. I had been holding Graham and trying to nurse him. Finally the next day he was released to be with us in the room. Our parents came back and met Luke. :)
That next day I took a turn for the worse. I had lost a lot of blood during the surgery/delivery and my hemoglobin was at a 7 (I had started at a 12). I had to have a catheter put back in (worse than anything else) and got two bags of blood. I felt SO MUCH BETTER after that. Like a new person really. The color returned to my cheeks and everything seemed a little more manageable. We were already on kind of a three hour feeding schedule that the nurses put us on. We were nursing but also supplementing with formula to make sure they were getting enough.
Honestly the next 8 days were kind of a blur, first we were dealing jaundice issues (Luke), then possible bacteria so an IV (Luke), then temperature issues causing both babies to go into warming boxes, then another possible bacteria causing an IV (Graham) and then finally we were able to go home. I finally got out and walked around the hospital on one of our last days there. I had been moving but just around the room- the nurses really wanted me to get out for a bit. While I did not want to spend 10 total days in the hospital, it was helpful to have lactation visit every day, and have nurses to take care of the babies so we could get some sleep a couple of nights. The staff at the birthing center were amazing and I'm thankful we had our babies there. The entire experience was pretty crazy, I couldn't believe the twins were here and that I was now a mom and Jon was a dad. And with Loki we are now a family of 5!