So I knew what date my section was and everything. A few things concerned me about the c-section. I was worried about not being able to eat after midnight- I know my priorities are skewed, and the epidural- too many horror stories. I was very calm for someone going under and wasn’t remotely nervous.
We arrived the hospital by 5.45am for the 8am surgery. I can only say my medical team was phenomenal- the nurses were coocoo and the Doctors were even worse. They took bets on the genders of the twins before and in the operating room. The anesthesiologist was a joker x20…they pretty much did all to make me feel comfortable.
I got my epidural and the ball got rolling- they brought my husband in right then- after they checked with a surgical knife to make sure I couldn’t feel the incision. Hubby sat at my head and the anesthesiologist keep joking about me being Jesus on the cross to make sure I was conscious. We got off with the surgery at 8.15am or so. By 8.25 am they announced the birth of Baby A after I felt a slight tug…I was talking to my husband- I really dont remember about what and they yelled she’s a girl…then I didn’t hear her cry I got worried😂….8.26am I felt another big tug again from my right side and then shoulder pain and they yelled Baby B is another beautiful girl…less than a minute later both my baby girls were crying their lungs off and I didn’t know when i started crying. They brought both babies and placed them directly on my chest as they went about closing me up.
The jokes continued lol. Almost everyone lost their bets. They moved babies with hubstar to my recovery room and stitiched me up for an hour (Bikini worthy stitching) or so and transferred me back to my recovery room where my new family was waiting for me. I fed both my babies and dozed off. Lol. All i wanted was food but they refused to give me food as for 24 hours I couldnt keep it down.
I will say June 28th is the day that forever changed my life in that I am duty bound to three people now – the husband and the awesome twosome. I am grateful for the opportunity to have been able to birth my children under some of the best circumstances in good health and God’s favor.
Can I say I am pleased with our decision to spend the first five hours alone without sending any pictures etc. Our moms came in at that point and dads got video calls etc. As soon as one picture was put out, I saw the social media updates and it reminded me why I wanted the privacy the first few hours. I understand people celebrating with us, but sometimes I think we tend to overshare.
While I have been able to experience motherhood firsthand and I am enjoying it sans the sleepless nights (pampers boxes last a week as I have the pleasure of changing 14 diapers daily at a minimum and we run through two cans of enfamil a week) I won’t be talking much more about babies unless when revelant to a said topic. The blog wont turn into a mommy and me site, neither will I force pictures on any of us or open an instagram page just to dress them up and take pictures.