Sometime around the middle of July, my Dr, Dr Cracroft, put us tentatively on her c section schedule for August 23, 5pm. She said we could always move the surgery based on how uncomfortable I got, but she didn't want to go much later because one placenta usually can't support two babies much past 36 weeks, and she didn't want to go much earlier because the babies were still developing inside. August 23 would put me at 37 weeks, 1 day, which she was comfortable with. 37 weeks is generally considered full term for twins, so I was good with that day as well.
It was weird to have a date set. Pregnancy was super easy for me, so it was kind of terrifying to think of having two new little people completely dependent on me and Matt. But it was also nice to know that at some point my heartburn would end and my skin could stop stretching and itching.
I kept going to my weekly appointments where I got to hear each baby's heartbeat and see my contractions, and Dr. Cracroft would check for signs of preterm labor. Sometimes my blood pressure was high, sometimes it was normal, but in general, everything kept looking good. On August 22 I was sitting at work and the Dr's office called to say they had rescheduled me for 12 pm on the 23rd. That's when things got real. I know it was only a 5 hour difference, but suddenly it seemed like I needed those 5 hours to be ready to have major surgery and to be a mom. I hadn't been super nervous up to then, but I had major butterflies in my stomach the rest of the day.
On the 23rd, Matt and I woke up and I actually felt a lot calmer. Matt went about his morning normalcy, like checking emails, mowing the lawn, and taking the garbage out, and seeing his calmness helped me calm down. I packed the diaper bag and my bag, and then paid bills and did some other computer stuff. It was kind of a normal morning.
About half an hour before we had to be to the hospital (we had to get there 2 hours early to check in), we started loading the car and putting the car seats in. Then we said a prayer and went to meet our kids. At the hospital, we were taken into a pre- and post- op room, and I was given a hospital gown. Then I had the normal non-stress test, so the nurse could see if the babies were doing ok. I was having contractions every few minutes, and I was feeling them, but I wasn't in labor or anything. The babies were good and just hanging out. At about 11:50, Matt put on his hospital scrub outfit thing, and we walked down the hall to the operating room. I got up on the little table, and Dr. Cracroft came in. We chatted about nothing in particular while the rest of the team filtered in. Everybody (except me) was super calm. The anesthesiologist turned me over on my side and gave me a spinal block. It was magical. Within a minute or so, everything from my chest down just felt warm and fuzzy. I couldn't move at all. I saw the doctors moving me around to get me positioned, but I couldn't feel a thing. Somebody put up a little curtain so I couldn't see what was going on, and Matt took his seat next to my head. I started feeling a little nauseous, so the anesthesiologist gave Matt a cotton ball soaked in alcohol to hold in front of my nose. It smelled awful, but it actually helped me feel a lot better. Then Dr Cracroft said I might feel a little pressure as they cut into me and took the babies out. I was laying there waiting to feel that pressure when out of the corner of my eye I saw them passing a baby to the NICU team waiting behind me. I didn't even know they had started. But Hattie was out. She was white and gooey, but awfully pretty. She came out completely silent. I could hear the NICU nurses working on her, but she didn't make a noise. I must have been too caught up in the moment to realize this was kind of scary. The nurses were acting calm, but Matt told me later that they were nervous. I asked him if she was ok, and he said she was, and then he asked if I could hear Tille screaming. Sometime while I was watching Hattie (less than a minute after Hattie came out), Dr Cracroft had pulled Tille out and handed her to another NICU team in the next room over (there was an open window between the two rooms). She was screaming her head off and kept screaming for several minutes. Dr Cracroft got me all put back together while we were watching Hattie and listening to Tille, and I still didn't feel a thing. Evenutally, Hattie's team got her to cry a little, and I got to hold both babies for a minute. One of the nurses or doctors (I was pretty out of it) took our first family photo with me holding the babies and Matt holding me, and then Hattie was taken down to the NICU to recover, while the rest of us went back to the post-op room. I have no idea how long we were there. I think we ended up going upstairs to the room where I spent the next few days, and then Matt went down to the NICU to see Hattie (he might have done that before we went upstairs). Anyway, eventually Matt came back with Hattie. Her blood sugars had been low when she came out, so her NICU team had done whatever it is they do to fix that, and then she was well enough to join us. One of the nurses gave us the babies' stats: Hattie was 5 pounds, 5 ounces, and 19 inches, born at 12:29pm. Tille was 5 pounds, 2.2 ounces, and 18 inches, born at 12:30 pm. Smaller and closer to each other than I expected. Over the next few days, the babies and I had our vitals taken several times a day, and the babies got all their first tests done. Hattie passed the hearing test on her first try, Tille didn't. The audiologist told us she probably just had fluid in her ears (common with c sections since the fluid doesn't get squeezed out during birth) and we should just keep her ears uncovered to dry out. She got retested the next day and passed just fine. Then they did their car seat tests, where they had to be able to sit upright in their car seats and maintain good oxygen levels on their own for 1 1/2 hours. Tille passed on her first try, Hattie had to do the test twice. But she passed. They were also getting their blood sugars and temperatures tested often. I think the first day or two their blood sugars were teetering on the edge of low, and their temperatures were consistently low. But it was never so bad that they couldn't stay in our room. Each baby took a couple turns under the heat lamp in the nursery. That was super cute. They would sprawl out in just their diapers and soak in the heat, and look as contented as anybody has ever looked. We stayed in the hospital the full four days available to us, mostly just to get all the nurse's help we could. I was up and walking just fine the next day (getting in and out of bed was killer, but otherwise I felt great). The babies were completely healthy. We probably could have gone home sooner, but we weren't in any rush.
On our last day in the hospital, one of the last things I needed was to get my staples removed. Everything I had read and heard said I wouldn't even feel the staples coming out, and they're way easier than stitches. So I didn't even think about it. Two nurses came in and the one who was going to remove the staples said she was a little nervous because it was only her second time. The other nurse watched as she tried to pull out the first (of 18) staples. It was horrible. It felt like she was trying to pull out my scar with a pair of pliers. She said that first staple was tough, so she moved on to the next. Same thing. So she went to the other end of the incision. Same thing again. After a few minutes of trying, the other nurse took over. It hurt even worse and she couldn't get any staples out either. So they called in another nurse, who they said was really good at taking staples out. Her attempts didn't hurt as badly, but she couldn't get any out either. So they called in another nurse. This went on for a while. Eventually, I had 5 nurses from the recovery floor, 2 labor/delivery nurses, and one OBGYN doctor trying to get my staples out. They all said they had never seen staples so hard. One of the nurses managed to get all but 5 staples out, and I didn't feel those at all. But the 2 staples on either end, and one in the middle were just super stubborn. One of the other nurses managed to get all but the 2 on the ends. And then the OBGYN started trying. She numbed my skin (I could still feel the staples tugging inside though). She said over and over that she had never seen anything like this. Turns out, the stubborn staples had gone in funny. They're just like regular staples, where the ends go in and kind of curl up just a little bit to hold their place. But these ones, instead of just curling up a little bit, had wrapped around each other, like a key ring. The Dr had to spin them and spin them until she got them out. She let me look at them, and they really were wrapped around themselves a few times in perfect circles. It was horrible. But it was over. The nurses left and Matt and I packed up all our stuff. And then one of the nurses (the poor nurse who had first tried to get the staples out) came in and made sure we knew how to work the car seats. Turns out we didn't, so she gave us a quick tutorial, and then she discharged us.
And just like that we were on our own and completely in charge of keeping these two brand new people alive. So far it's been pretty good. They take turns keeping us up at night, and they take turns being super poopy and not at all, and we've gone through more diapers in 2 weeks than I expected to use in a month, but we're all getting used to this new life. Matt's super cute with them. Like, super super cute. It's pretty great. And Hattie and Tille are the cutest babies ever. Even accounting for my bias.
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| Hattie being super quiet when she was first born |
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| Our first complete family picture |
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| The family after a day of resting |
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| Tille on the left and Hattie on the right. Their first few moments at home. |
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| They're so tiny! |
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| Matt's a cute dad |







































