The Twins Are Here! The Longest, Coolest, Post, You’ll Ever Read:)
3/10/2010: Babies Are HERE!! 1 Wk. Old!
This is gonna be LONG, so bare with me. The girls are HERE!! March 2nd, I started feeling ‘different contractions,’ starting when the hubster was at work, in the early morning hours, like 5 am, I just wasn’t feeling quite right, contractions were more ouchy, but still not insanely regular, or like I was being drop kicked, so I wasn’t ‘sure’ sure. The blood in the mucus I spotted on the toilet paper that morning, was more of a HMMMMM factor, because I knew I hadn’t been manhandled beforehand by an exam this time, like I had been at the hospital, (Remember man hands?)…So, it wasn’t that.
Hubby got home round 7 am, and I was online, searching, seeing if I could figure out for sure what was up, I shouldn’t have had any problem, via being a veteran momma, however, unlike my boys where the water broke, and Mikayla where I was induced, contractions themselves without the water breaking or pictocin induction starting, can be tricky for any mom to be, and apparently can be worse for some moms then others, and even from one pregnancy to another. He’s like, LET’S GO, and I’m like, nah, let’s save on a co-pay until I am sure. I told him to go to sleep, but having a feeling by appearances, the girls may just arrive that day, he of course didn’t’ fall asleep. He laid in the bed awaiting word from me, but I don’t think his eyes closed once.
I thought maybe the wipe with the blood was a fluke, so I waited, and figured, if I could hold out till 9 am at least, I could see my own Dr. and get checked out for free, :), and save any embarrassment from being turned away at the hospital, not in labor again. After all, I had seen him the day before, and I was at 3 centimeters, unchanged, from a week prior to that, and not budging, so he didn’t seem like it was gonna happen so soon. Guess these things are unpredictable, but I digress. (OH and at the hospital only 2 days before I saw my Dr. i was at 1-2, so manhands I believe had done something up in there to get me to a nice 3. I figured I’d have gone beyond that 3 by the next week, but still was holding firm, so who could tell how much longer I might have?)
I waited until office hours and went to see my Dr., actually even waiting beyond the 9 am, strolling to the office at round 11. I mean the back pains I had the week prior to this were 1,000,000 times worse then these contractions, and they apparently were not labor, so , I just figured without a big gush, wait and see, was the way to go. I did see a bit more bloody mucus, but no huge clump. I do believe I had been losing parts of the plug for many weeks though, so no surprise to not see a humongous clump like I did with Joe, in the bottom of the toilet bowl (eeewwwyyyy). Anyhow, of course typical me, strolling, dressed nice, hair done, full make-up. Noone would have predicted what was to come next, my cervix, but lemme rehash a bit more 1st.
Big thing weighing on my mind, was that I was very confused which hospital to go to, the definite free private room, which I could get definitely, and like a home experience, at a beautiful, well trusted hospital, due to my mother in law’s connections there, which was tempting, being that i had a bad ‘sharing a room’ experience the time prior, I couldn’t imagine having to deal with that again + twins. Or I could go to the place where my Dr. MIGHT be there for me, but not deliver, just be my cheerleader and help me stand up for my desires, which I really wanted, since he seemed so sure I could manage a vaginal birth, some place else, who knew?? I had no crystal ball to know what the outcome might be, whereever I might end up. All I knew is i was scared ending up with a dr. i had never met before, and having noone there, that i recognized, to help boost my spirits, and keep me fighting for the birth experience I desired. I’m not very head strong on my own. And having a Dr. i didn’t know, didn’t work out well in my 1st two pregnancies, but I seemed to be doomed anyhow, because now my Dr. said he wasn’t delivering, and the other 3 dr’s in the practice suddenly weren’t delivering. It was a nightmare, but he promised, he’d scrub in and be by my side, But what if he ended up not coming and I gave up the free private room for nothing? My head was SPINNING!!
It was really hard, cause sharing a room with up to 4 people is a nightmare and imagine with twins, so a room of my own was BIG, and not having to pay $600 a night was big to, that is a lot of loot we don’t have, so I prayed I’d end up in the right place, HARD, cause I was so confused about the choice, in case my Dr might let me down and not come thru for me, and be there, as he had promised all along, since he sadly, told me, pretty late in the game, he was no longer delivering himself *sigh*, but wouldn’t miss it, but you can’t guarantee the private room, or hold one, and they don’t care twins or not, same difference, and the room is like a bread box, so there were some plus an minuses wherever I would go, and fear of the unknown absolutely sucks! I am not known for making the best choices for myself, but somehow, it all turned out PERFECTLY, praise the Lord above!!!
I was stuck at 3 cm, the day before my delivery, which was bummer, cause it was no change from the prior week, and it seemed like I might stay pregnant forever, or at least till that 38 week induction, but then the next day I was checked at the emergency appt, not even a full day later, and to my shock, all of our shocks, I was a full 7 centimeters already. I was like ARE YOU SERIOUS? I mean I felt contractions, but with my others, I wasn’t waltzing around quite like this, and being so dilated already, I was in much worse shape, so it was suprising. I said ‘welp guess you aint sending me back home’, . ‘nope, no way’.
Sooo I was still perplexed where I might go, especially when he told me, that he’d be there when he COULD, because he had an office full of people, and it was still very early in the day, and at 7 cm already, 100% effaced, I knew I wouldn’t make it for him to come see me at 5 PM or later, I’d have delivered, so the hospital with the private room was looking most appealing, UNTIL, he told me about the Dr who was on staff for the day at the hospital. He told me, he already spoke to him about me ironically, he’s a couple years older and more experienced then even he is, and he’s 60 and very experienced in births including a lot of sets of twins, and breeches, so knowing this guy who happened to be there that day, was so well versed and not a 29 yr old Dr. who would be more apt to be cut and have less experience, it made me feel more confused because I’m thinking, that just sounds perfect, even though I never had met him, he knew about me, my desires already, and had this background, I didn’t know, it still was an unknown Dr, i wish i could have met at least once prior, but maybe i had a shot, at the seemingly impossible, vaginal breech, twin birth, but maybe not, and then no private room perhaps, so who knew which way our car should drive us? In the car we were litterally sitting there going, ok do we drive south or north..which hospital? HA. I was so stressed out, I didn’t want to make the wrong choice and regret it.
The private room was soo important to me, but the birth experience prevailed, though I was still scared cause I wouldn’t know anybody by face personally there,and who knew if when I got there the hospital would allow this, or what the Dr. might say to me, i was actually asking the hubby, can we leave there if i don’t feel comfortable with how it’s going, and hit the other hospital up, hahaha….yeah at 7 cetimeters, we’d make a long drive, like i had all that time, right?
We talked, and though still apprehensive, we decided, the hospital with the Dr, my own knew, and believed in, was the better scenario to go into, then the other hospital which by research did have an alarming rate of sections, and I felt even more blind at, but dang I knew I might be really missing that private room there. I think I would have ended up with a section, if i hadn’t gone the route that i had, looking back. I was getting myself mentally prepped for that possibility anyhow, (A section), because it was a real one. guess you can tell by now, I did not get one, against all odds…YEAH
soo I ended up at the hospital I was supposed to go to originally, and I walked in, and they are like ‘ Who are you, can I help you?’, I said my Dr called over about me. they could not believe I was the 7 centimeters dilated lady they sent over, did not look like I was in labor at all, that is my way, I’m very good with pain, but in all honesty, it was totally NOT so horrific to be honest. Worse last time, & DEFINATELY worse the times before, so I was surprised it was all real, not false labor, to tell you the truth, apparently I had been in labor since I woke that morning, when I wasn’t quite sure. Good thing I didn’t stay at home even a few hours longer, like I started thinking, I might do. I would have been on the discovery health channel for sure:).
Anyhow, they hooked me up and I was an instant celebrity, soo many nurses in the room asking questions, and during my contractions, they are like ‘Oh my gosh are you ok’, and I’m like yeah, as I talked and smile right thru them. They called me a rock star, super hero, all that praise was so nice but at the same time I’m like, OMG if I start ever complaining at any point, what a wuss I’ll look like, I better stay strong. Anyhow, once you give birth to twins vaginally, especially a breech, you can be sure all modesty of your body, especially your whoo-ha, is thrown right out the window. More people saw mine that day, then would have, in 20 of my lifetimes. Thank the Lord, i had bigger things on my mind, at that point in time. Definately, not a modest birth experience.
sooo after 8 cent. they said let’s put in the epidural, since you are a high risk for a possible section, I said yes please do, who wouldn’t wanna be prepped for that, can you imagine, them cutting into you without one?? So I got it, which was easy, and I was enjoying that for sure, but not for long. NOT at all. The Dr broke my waters, and after that happened, I got to 10 pretty fast, and once there, he asked me to ‘trial’ push, and said I wasn’t feeling enough pressure to push effectively, and he was making me nervous, cause he was so serious and kept saying, you aren’t pushing, and I’m thinking in my mind, HELL YES I AM, , but I just kept trying, and he said, this wont work and he had them cut off my epidural, so I could feel more. I know I was pushing hard cause I felt a lil poop come out, *blush*. I was embarrassed but with as many people who ended up with me in the operating room, where they take all twin births, after that, what more could there be, to be embrassed about?
So, as the epi was wearing off fast, (I only had the effects of it, for 40 minutes or so, of the whole thing). I continued to trial push, but she wasn’t really moving down much, so I wasn’t in the operating room, quite yet. I quickly started getting all of the contraction pain back, but still manageable, I don’t know how or why . I was wishing I still had the epidural though, when I realized he wasn’t turning the pain pump, thingy back on, unless I had a section, so I was gonna deliver basically ALL naturally and one being breech, eek, I was scared, I won’t lie, but I maintained myself, kept smiling and praying. only sign of fear was me shaking. My legs were
just quaking like crazy.
It wasn’t just the epi, and I wasn’t cold, they kept thinking I was, but I said that is just my body’s reaction trust me, I’m not cold, asi continued to joke and smile. the Dr was intimidating and serious, which scares me, because I like making others laugh, and he wasn’t chuckling, but nevertheless, i did feel in good hands, and could tell he was experienced, and knew what he was doing. I mean he was nothing like my other Dr . the one who was SUPPOSED to be there for my delivery, or so he said, who cracks jokes back at me, letting me know everything will be alright which I just love, especially in a Doctor, but this one, had me a bit scared of the whole thing and the outcome, but I think he was just more honest and real with me, and very serious about what was going on which is good, and a female Dr/ also joined the team and was very smiley so that helped me out a lot.
The nurses were great, so I felt surrounded, but it definitely was not a serene, quiet, peaceful, homey delivery, but I guess where there are twins or more, it can never really be like that. I accepted it, and decided for that day, I won’t be such a private person , I just kept fearing something going wrong or something being wrong with one or both babies, once their born. That reality was hitting me after I was in the O.R, which they moved me once I got all my pelvic pressure back and she was finally coming down more. Soon the journey would be over, and I was a star at the hospital, and the talk of the town, it was pretty darn cool!
I get in there…brightest, biggest, lights, shining down on me and my poor uni. The room got more and more crowded, and when there was no room left, people were just popping their heads in, and taking quick peeks. The Dr warned me of this, because they are not used to seeing many vaginal twin deliveries, much less a breech, so it’s like a big event there. I just joked, if you are gonna call the discovery health channel, let me at least freshen up my lipstick first. Funny cause in recovery and even in my room, people were coming in going, ‘I loved watching your delivery, you were amazing’, it was awesome, and I’m thinking to myself, who are you? I’ve never seen you before. I’m glad I stayed focused and didn’t pay too much attention to all the faces around me, but it was very funny so many people just had to check in with me, and comment about it. My whole stay was full of people I knew and most I didn’t waltzing in and out, soo crazy! I never felt so popular! *smile*
Then it was time, I was pushing. I knew baby A would be the easier part, but I didn’t know, they were still gonna do what they did next, and w/o pain meds either, going inside of me, and turning her into a better position, the internal version, the only part I sware I could totally have done without, that was repeated several times (OH MY GOD), and hurt like hell but I didn’t complain. Hubby says to me, it’s the only time, you ever made a noise like you were in ANY discomfort, even just a hair, a peep, anything, was when they did that. They were snapping my legs apart like twigs, but what woman can freely open up when that is going on? Just a completely obvious reaction I guess.
Baby A came out at 2:32 PM, and I didn’t push THAT long either, certainly wasn’t as long as my last. Gotto thank the good ‘ol raspberry leaf tea for that. Then in between A & B, which suprisingly was only 4 short minutes, is when two dr’s had been reaching up to get the baby and bring her down, i thought we would just wait for her to come on down herself THEN take her out, but nope *shock*, that was definitely the worst part, i didn’t expect it, and that is really somethin you’ d like to have drugs for, but i handled it, no pun intended, i just worried badly about my uni at that point, and also of course, praying it worked, and he could get her and deliver her safely. Those were some tense moments.
A million things ran through my mind, the cord prolapsing, the baby getting wedged in there, fetal distress, placental abruption, uterine rupture, an arm coming out of my who-ha, and them screaming.. ‘EMERGENCY C-SECTION’, & other complications that are very real ones, and absolute possibilities. My dr said one time, the arm of the baby came into the vaginal canal first, and there was an emergency section done on the spot, how freakin scarey, so that is why that was on my mind, and I was nervous as all heck, I won’t lie, though it may not have shown to the outside world, however, only 4 minutes after baby A, at 2:36 baby B safely, made her appearance, into the world. Thankfully B the breech was the smaller of the two twins.
Baby A was 5 lbs 13+ oz, and baby B was 5 lbs, 2.3 oz…a peanut!! Good sizes for twins though! You could see in them right away they looked quite different. I wish they did look more alike, but that is ok. I might have thought they switched one of the babies on me, had I not been there the whole time, alert and coherent, with the hubby, snapping pictures, as my definate proof.
One bub has a thick head of darker hair, and even slightly lighter complexion, different facial structure, it seemed, and was much heavier feeling, and the other quite different, you can see in the photographs, though they do look more alike, with their little hats on. I was very relieved to hear them crying. The small one was the big crier. Apgars were 9.8 on A, and somehow on B babies they never will give a full 9 even, so she got an 8.9 which is awesome, as they told me, sometimes the B babies score much lower. That was the best i could have expected. Oh what a relief, I cannot tell you.
I was soo relieved the birth was a success, everyone was clapping, and finally the Dr broke a big smile and said congratulations, that was incredible, great job, and then I knew he was serious when it came to his job, but there was indeed a personality hiding under there:) then I said, ‘Ok Dr now if I need it’, which I assumed I would, ‘stitch me up good and tight’. Not a joke I could have made to him prior to seeing his smile. He checked me after the placentas came out, which I had donated for the stem cells or what have you, because why not? if it can help someone’s child or children, then have it, I’m not one of those nuts who will take it home, fry it up or bury it, and then to my surprise when referring to stitches, he shocking said ….’NOTHING. Nothing needed….not a tear of any kind, not even an abrasion, so noo stitches required’, which seemed pretty miraculous. Thank God they were small, and he knew what he was doing, because I really expected to need stitches after that. The other Dr was like ‘Really, wow that is incredible to’, suprised I didn’t need any. I am petrified of ever having sex again, but I guess nothing any of us wanna think about at this point:)
Anyhow, I was pleasantly surprised when both girls were not rushed anywhere like I was told MAY happen, I was 37 weeks on the nose, which is term for twins. I worried for a short while, especially with the second baby, as they tend to not do as well . I was told, and may be taken off to the NICU, so I was relieved, and shocked how great everything was going. Nothing was rushed or scary as I had pictured in my imagination prior, both babies were in the O. R getting weighed and everything grew relaxed and quiet, no emergency c section. It was a dream come true in all respects.
I went into recovery and held the girls for awhile, before they finally went to the nursery for their baths etc. In the meantime the nervousness about the room situation came back to me, but still knowing, no matter what, I made the right choice of where to go, I really feel this would not have all happened the way it did, anywhere else, so private room or not, still it was the place to be, but doesn’t mean I wasn’t hoping and praying still.
My hubby immediately requested the private room, and finally at this point they were able to check. There was 1 left so he ran downstairs and paid, we don’t have the $ for that REALLY, but he knew how important it was to me, and God bless him, so he went paid the $600 which I think I deserved cheesecake and champagne for that , but whatever. Drawback? Welp got in there and found even though I had my own bed room, the bathroom was still connected to someone else. $600 a night and still sharing a bathroom, but at that point, it was still better, and I was still reeling over the birth and that it was OVER, and went so well, I was like let it go, who cares.
My mom who would have got there for the delivery but went to the wrong hospital, , (they would not have let her in anyhow, they would have kicked hub out if an emergency occurred they said). She strolled into recovery, and saw I didn’t have a private bathroom, and she took it in her hands to go down and speak with the big wigs of the hospital, which I was like mom please don’t, they will think it’s ME and that I’m being a b&ch, which I didn’t want, cause I never complain about anything, but it pays to complain sometimes. She came back up told me I’ll be moving to a double room that they are taking the second bed out of, and has it’s own bathroom, and is located at the end of the hall, so its not so noisy, and I’ m like WHAT DID YOU DO? To top it off, they were comping the room for me, FREE OF CHARGE! They are right now reversing the one night they charged to us, and so we saved $1,200 thanks to good old mom, so I was glad for it, also surprised she did that 4 me, thanks mom!
After I got settled, I got some news about baby B. A nurse came in and said she was put in the NICU, nothing horrible, she’s doing well, she said, but she had some low blood sugar, a result of my GD, and they were gonna take care of it there, as it’s more personal one on one care. I didn’t want to hear the word NICU after everything had been going so very well, but it certainly could have been worse. I went to see her 2 times that evening, when I was allowed, and it was already getting late. It was hard to see an iv in her, but seeing other babies in far worse shape with many more tubes attached to them, made me grateful cause she still looked so good, and I knew she was gonna be ok. I didn’t know if she was coming home though, because that night, they said she could be back in the nursery by early afternoon which she did not, then by that evening, nope, then next day an hour before checkout, is when she got moved in. Our pediatrician saw her, and told me the news that both girls were getting discharged. At that point I didn’t expect it, cause it was so close to me leaving, I had taken out one outfit, one headband, but when I heard that I whipped two of everything back out. Finally they were wheeled into me together, and it was soo awesome. Hub wasn’t yet at the hospital, so I was getting my first taste of handling two new babies, feeding, burping, changing, and all. WOW!
They are soo small but soo good though! Very content, lovely little girls, I couldn’t have asked for more. Only thing we grotto follow up with, the blood sugar thing is fine, but they heard a click in the hip of the breech baby which they said isn’t uncommon, and her being a girl with female hormones like I had, and coming out that way are risk factors for possible hip dislocation, which I did not know, but they told me they just had to do an ultrasound, and I kept my finger’s crossed, and the U/S came out fine, they saw no signs of dislocation, she might just end up being my lil gymnast.
We check back on it in 6 weeks, but the pediatrician said she will refer me to a orthopedist to get checked by, worst case is a little brace she would have to wear, but she said more then likely it will stay normal again at the next scan, and all will be fine. No one ever really explained to me about breech risks, I didn’t expect to have a breech delivery anyhow, because my Dr said they don’t allow that anymore, but they can try and turn the baby head down. This guy was able to deliver breech, and was confident, and since I was proven, it made me a perfect candidate for it, and that was that, but I didn’t know anything about these things, as l never planned on having a breech with him. She assured me this will likely turn out fine, and at worst they do a brace for awhile and everything is perfect again. Wish us luck there, I’m not expecting any grim news of any sort.
Both girls are very alert and very sweet. The name thing was the biggest road block me and hubby hit. We were in the hospital freakin going at the subject FOR HOURS AND HOURS…it was like 12 angry men…a jury box stuck inside of a room, trying to make a decision, when I was supposed to be discharged already, we stayed and we talked. The poor lady who does the birth certificates must have come to the door, and got sent away about, ummmmm 50 times, literally, . I wanted so bad for one more day on this, because he was just not being truthful to me about what he hated or liked, and I was like I cannot believe this is happening, after having nearly 9 months to discuss this, and you all know I tried. (AND TRIED).
At the end of the day, it was Annaliese & Gabriella. (Annie & Ella), then after its all on paper, he goes ‘Are you sure you really love gabriella, they will call her, GABBY GABBY’ & i’m like UGH, you just said you liked the name equally with another we were in deadlock over. I happened to like Gabriella over Alessandra, which i could tell he liked better, always has & he called it classier & more original, plus he preferred the nicknames attached to it, which i didn’t but i got Annaliese, eventhough i would have swapped for Adriana or something, lol, so I was trying to work with him for working with me, but he just wasn’t being completely honest, hence all that time in debate, way too far into the game, ya think?
Then I’m thinking maybe I won’t even use Annaliese, and got confused on both names, it was MADNESS! Every nurse that walked in I questioned about it. He wasn’t liking at all my Adriana, or Jenna, Natalia, Daniela, or Presley (which I had some doubts on, due to Elvis ), either at this point, so I trashed those all that I really liked for him. I was never real crazy over Alessandra, or having two A names in general, at first sounded cute but then I wasn’t sure, but Annaliese and Gabriella, I likely would have kept it that way…BUT I just kept seeing his eyes, and I knew he just was totally lying about liking that name. I hated when the birth certificate lady told me it was soooo insanely popular, like Isabella, which I also love, but just too popular 4 me to use personally. That soured me a lil, but I still think it was the best choice, but I did get the middle names to, since he says, ‘Who uses them, I don’t care about that you can choose’ So he bent enough, I just wanted him to go..OK…HERE IS THE NAME, and end the whole thing, but he wouldn’t do it, so we sat and sat. My brotherin law, got caught up in there, to help us leave with the babies and baggage, was mentally frazzled as he sat in the corner chair.
What ended up going down, is I basically begged him to ask the front desk if we could sleep on it, just one day & come back the next with the papers, since I figured if I had had a c-section I would have had more time, so maybe they might allow it. Welp I was surprised she had said yes by 1 PM next day & finally me and hubby could leave. They kept the papers that said the 1st set of names, but put a note on it saying to wait until tomorrow. I figured if it got put thru somehow, it was meant to be.
We got home and never had that time we promised we would, to discuss things between the 2 of us and look up more names, as I had wanted and hoped…HA, that just wasn’t happening, so the night turned into the next day, and we get a call ‘I don’t know why they allowed you to do that, but this is a major courtesy, against normal hospital policy, so please fax over the new name by noon, or it goes in as is’. This call came in at 11 am and I’m like OMG talk about nervous pressure. Just in reading hub I could tell he just liked the other A name better, and so long story short (yeah right), I had him change it to Alessandra, IN FACT, I even changed the one I had been calling Annaliese in my mind, from Baby A to baby B, who just had more of that feel to her. I was in the hospital going, idk how anyone says a name just comes to them, I was just as stumped if not more then ever, but it all worked out, I have my Annie bug and Allie pop, and it suits them now I think. Hopefully I won’t ever look back. Big names that I’m sure they will both live up to, long term!
ANYHOW aside from all of this, my recovery is going well. I did have a lil problem in the hospital where it looked like I had a third child stuck in my gut. felt like I had to pee soo much, soo badly, but I couldn’t, and this hard mass was up under my rib cage, so I called the nurse. They seemed pretty alarmed which scared me, I’m like oh no, surgery anyhow…what’s wrong with me? But it turned out to be my very over distended bladder, way up under my rib cage, NOT where its supposed to be by any means, and so they needed to catheterize me and drain me out. Wish they could have done that to hubby, just so he could share a piece of the experience along with me, HA. My uterus was outta place, it was like floating around my belly from place to place, really disgusting, , especially when my bladder got full and pressed on it. I mean I guess all my organs got screwed with, with these two babies in me. I thought I was peeing ok on my own but then they got concerned again & was going to re cath me and keep it in, but somehow I avoided that. I was relieved it wasn’t anything more serious cause the looks on their faces were so scary at first, and one nurse goes to the other ‘I never felt a bladder this high and swollen’ EEK, but everything turned out alright.
The night I got home, I had a huge clot come out of me, I know you have clots after the birth but I mean like 4.5x 4.5 inches large, looked like my liver had fallen out, I got panicked and called the L&D unit and talked with my nurse. she said its old blood, I might start contracting more now, which is what happened, and she said not to worry unless I have more bright red bleeding then I was having, then to come straight back in, if not, to rest, put my feet up, have some tea, and a good nights sleep. OK, did she not remember, I JUST HAD TWINS? . It was really scary just cause of the sheer size and look of it, but I guess she was right and it was nothing, because it hasn’t happened again.
Only new pain is the rock hard boobs I started getting yesterday that are now dolly pardon size…BAZOOOMBAS, and aching like crazy, I just want them to shrink back and stop throbbing, since I’m not breastfeeding anyway. Compared to other things in life, the pain isn’t horrible, but lets just say stomach sleeping is far from an option . I hope they return to normal soon.
DEFINATELY, hardest part has been Mikayla by far, though I’m trying so hard to make her feel not important, but MOST important. She’s still very fragile, and acting out badly, along with saying some pretty odd things. The twins should definitely have come before her, but I hope she will adjust soon, and I wont have to fear her around them. Going back to school, hanging out with her friends, getting back into her routine, may help, It’s only been 2+ days since we got home so….seeing friends, would likely be very good for her right now.
I bought her something yesterday, a leapster with two games, and I keep celebrating her big sisterhood, and today I’m taking her out to the park alone, for some mommy and me time. Hopefully no one asks me when I’m due, I might kill em . She goes to me the day b4 yesterday, ‘Mom I think there is another baby in there, look at your belly. ‘ That was soo not fun to hear . I’ve since been wrapped in an abdominal binder & I’ll tell you it’s working some magic already!! I’ll show a pic. It’s still all jelly but it’s only been days, not months or years and I expected worse with twins, so I will take it,
Anyhow, that is my gigantic, super long, update. I feel elated, I never imagined my love could stretch so far, yet another time…x’s two, but it can, and it has, and as much as i feared this pregnancy, and having two, and what it would do to our lives, marriage, finances, my body, my other kids, etc etc etc…I know now, it was meant to be, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. God never makes any mistakes, and the way I feel right now, is proof of that.
Take care, my future posts will be baby filled now, not preggo related 😎