I never did make this blog private. And it's been forever since I updated. I can't believe my babies are 6 months old already! Time sure does fly when you are having fun! I love love love being a mother!
There is a ton to update on and I'm sure it will take me forever to get to...but I'll start with the birth story.
First a little back round. Kris successfully completed boot camp and after we were united again for few short days, he went straight to Honor Guard training in Washington DC. This was not in his original plan, but turned out to be a blessing because instead of being deployed right away, he is stationed in DC for about 2 years and although he works long hard hours, he gets to come home every night. After these 2 years however, he will probably be deployed. ANYWAY, back to the story. Kris finally finished his training and had it not been for me being on bed rest, I would have been able to move out to DC to be with him by that time. 34 weeks and 1 day pregnant, we were both going nuts so Kris surprised me with the news that he was granted a week off. So we booked him a flight to come out to Indiana where I had been living with his 2 wonderful aunts (a third aunt was in town that weeks also). This phone call was on a Friday afternoon and his flight was booked for Sunday. Although I was still hoping and praying that the babies would hold out a few more weeks, we kind of knew it might happen soon, so I was kind of crossing my fingers that they might be born while Kris was in town so that he could for sure be there for the birth.
Well, the same night we bought the non-refundable plane ticket (Friday, March 12th)probably not even 2 hours after we hung up the phone, I was just laying on the sofa talking to my aunts when all the sudden I felt something strange. I waddled my way to the bathroom just to check and sure enough, my water had broken. (What? I even went to the Dr. that morning because I was in so much pain, but they ultimately told me I was fine and my contractions were under control and I wasn't dilated or anything!) I told my aunts and the hysterics began. I hadn't packed a hospital bag yet (totally kept telling myself I would, but kept putting it off for some reason) so they started to go thru my things trying to find what I might need at the hospital, taking pictures, and also helping me help Kris find a flight for that night because obviously Sunday couldn't come soon enough. So I grabbed my lap top and cell phone, sat on the toilet fully clothed just soaked, and I tried desperately to get a hold of Kris. I don't know how many times I called his cell phone but he didn't answer. Probably because he couldn't. So I called the Quarterdeck...a number I wasn't supposed to use except for this very occasion. And they promised to try to find out where he was and have him call me back.
In the meantime, I decided I should probably call my doctor and let her know that my water broke. She told me to leave my house within the next half hour and that once I got to the hospital I would be prepared for a C-section. What? No. I didn't want a C-section. She hadn't even done an exam yet! Was she late for movie or something? Sheesh! In previous discussions she agreed to let me at least TRY to deliver naturally before resorting to a C-section. Baby A was head down and Baby B was breach, but that doesn't automatically qualify me for a C. Plus she knew my husband was in DC and that it would be a few hours until he would be able to get the hospital. Oh well, I figured I could try to change her mind once I got to the hospital.
Kris called me back several minutes later and he told me that he was on his way to the airport. He didn't pack a single thing. Someone offered to drive him so off they went. We told Kris what his options were. By the time he got to the airport the only flights out of DC to Indianapolis were just minutes away so he would have to try to book his flight in person. Well the lady at the counter was very unhelpful and needless to say, he cut it too close so they wouldn't let him book the flight. He'd have to wait till morning. So he spent a long, lonely, uncomfortable night at the airport with his cell phone practically glued to his ear.
These babies weren't going to wait till morning even if I didn't have a C. So by the time I got to the hospital, I was so bummed that my husband, the father of our babies, was not going to make it in time. I tried once more to talk my Dr out of surgery, but to no avail. I tried to stay on the phone as long as possible with Kris, but the signal kept cutting out. My Dr said that I could be on the phone with Kris as long as there was a signal during the birth and that Aunt Kaare could video tape the birth as well. But my phone cut out. A nurse even tried her cell phone but no luck. Bummer. Oh well. I tried to look on the bright side. This was after all a happy day.
Everett Jaan was born at 10:44 pm and Oliver Kristjan was born at 10:45 pm. Both boys were 5 lbs 6 oz and 18 inches long each. Small, but it's a pretty dang good size for being 6 weeks early! And the fact that they were the same size is also amazing. The whole birth experience was so surreal. I felt so detached from the experience...not what I had imagined at all. It was several minutes before I was able to see them. They were whisked away and being worked on by the nurses. Once they were stable enough, they let me kiss my babies on their way out to the NICU (Neonatal Intensive Care Unit). Those few short moments went by way too fast. And then it was at least another couple hours before I was able to see my babies again.
In the middle of the night they rolled me into the NICU and I was able to look at my boys and touch them thru the isolette incubators for a few minutes. They looked so fragile hooked up to all the wires, iv's and tubes. I'm sure it looked worse that it was because my boys were doing fabulous compared to many of the other newborns. But all the same, it was still scary. Kris finally got to the hospital around noon on Saturday. He was actually the first one of us to hold the babies. Together at last!