This is another Blog for myself. One I want to forget but need to remember. During my pregnancy with the twins I had a lot of pre-term labor. My Doctors rule is more than 5 an hour go to the hospital. Mine were always right around 5. Sometimes 6 extremely painful but always in the middle of the night. If they were during the day I probably would have gone to the hospital but being in the middle of the night it was just way too inconvenient. So the morning of July 2nd I awoke around 7:45 with very mild cramping. Nothing painful. They were consistent but not painful. The only difference was I felt pressure. I kept going to the bathroom hoping (and not hoping) that I would have some kind of sign that I should go to the hospital. I quickly said a prayer asking for something and then I got a painful contraction. I called my mom told her I was bringing Boo over so I could go get checked. I told her it was nothing I was just playing it on the safe side. As I am driving to her house the contractions increase so I call her and ask her if she is dressed because I need her to drive me to Shaun so he can take me to the hospital. In the mean time my dad calls me and says he is just leaving his office. He wants me to wait at the house and he will take me to the hospital. I am crying because the contractions hurt so bad and I tell my dad that I can't wait at the house because I am ready to die. Strangely enough I still don't think that I am in real labor. I guess because I was only 31 weeks I just figured I would go to the hospital they would stop all labor and I would go home. I got my mom, and as we are driving I am hesitating calling Angie. I don't want to alarm her for no reason. My mom watching tears roll down face tells me I must call Angie. I can't get a hold of her so I call my mother in law, I am trying to tell her that I am going to the hospital and not to worry (because I am really not in labor, right?) but my contractions are so bad I can hardly talk. They are two minutes apart now. She assures me that she will get a hold of Angie. We finally get to NuSkin, my dad met us there, Shaun and I get in my dads car and off to the hospital we go. I am really dying of pain now. I can't get the seat to recline so at a stop light I get out of the car and get in the back seat. We pull into the hospital, I don't really know where I am going because I have never delivered at Utah Valley. Luckily in the elevator is says 5th floor LD. We get off the elevator and a sweet Doctor is right there. I look at him (he later tells me that I gave him the look of death)and he beeps us right through the doors. A receptionist rounds the corner and says she will be one minute, she takes one look at me and says oh come right this way. She asks if I need a wheel chair, I decline because only women in labor use wheel chairs. She takes me to a room and asks me to change in the gown. You know the ones with the snaps on the sleeves. Well someone forgot to snap my little snaps, so here I stand stark naked in so much pain I am ready to kill someone and I can't focus enough to put the snaps together. I am walking around in little circles and am moaning. Shaun opens the door and asks if I'm all right. Of course I am not all right I am naked, in pain, and can't snap my dress. I am this close(my fingers are making the this close sign)to just laying on the bed naked. The only reason I don't is there is this huge huge window in my room. Finally I focus enough to snap that damn gown and I lay on the bed. A contraction is hitting me so the nurse says as soon as you can we need to check you. After the contraction stops she checks me and here is where the fun starts. She says to me "Oh honey you are a 10 and your bag in bulging." Okay now I freak out. It is not going to stop and my pain is for real. Then I start to ramble. I am only 31 weeks, I am pregnant with twins, they are not mine, they are my sister-in-laws, one is breach we have to have a C-section, call my Doctor. CALL MY DOCTOR!!! 714-3450. Then I start yelling for anesthesia I start saying all those naughty words that women in labor do. I had this one sweet nurse who helped me get through my contraction. I looked into her eyes to focus and breathed breathed breathed and squeeze her poor little fingers until the pain stopped. She gave me words of encouragement and literally saved my life. I still smile when I think of her. While I am rambling the room starts buzzing my nurse is yelling for help and tons of people come running. (I am still amazed at how great that staff was. I have warm fuzzies thinking about it) They are trying to get heart rates, trying to get an ultrasound to make sure baby is really breach,(they really want me to have them vaginal because that is easier in this moment of chaos, but that means no drugs for me) they are trying to get an IV started, they are trying to get my history. When they talk to Dr. Baxter he lets them know that we are doing a C-Section and away they wheel me to the OR. As they are wheeling me I am yelling to Shaun call Angie call Angie. When we get to the OR I have had it, I can stand no more pain. I make my hands into fists and I scream. My nurse looks alarmed for a moment and then once again takes control and saves me. Then happily Dr. Gardner (anesthesiologist)comes to the rescue. He gives me a spinal,ten seconds later I can't feel a thing, Shaun lets me know Angie is on her way, my Doctor arrives. I can relax. Now that I am not ruled by pain I can think rationally. I make sure that Dr. Gardner has not exposed my saggy boobs to the world. He kindly pulls my snappy gown so that only body parts that have to be exposed are. Life is good again. Angie gets there gives my hand a squeeze and waits for the excitement to start. They pull first baby out Happy Birthday Dr. Young says, they tug a little, pull a little, and here is baby number two. Happy Birthday I hear. Then I start to get very sick. My blood pressure is very low so they lower my head, and then I start to vomit. The problem with this is my guts are on my chests and my head is lower than the rest of my body. There is no muscle support to vomit so it just rolls down my cheek. Once again that sweet Dr. Gardner comes to the rescue and wipes my vomit from my cheek. I also had dried mascara on my cheeks and he wiped that away too. After I vomited down my cheek about 4 more times I was ready for some versed to just knock me out. Thankfully they were just finishing up and I would be back to normal. I was extremely miserable and was so glad that was over with. All day long I sat in my room in complete and utter shock. How in the sam hell did that just happen. How do you get checked at 9:14 and then have two babies by 9:39. How do you survive more pain that possibly imagined. How do we go through all this and then somehow do it over and over again. And then you look at that precious newborn (for me two precious newborns with a glowing mother) and your heart melts a million times over and you know at that instance you would do anything for that miracle you are holding.
Sweeeet
She loves to pose for pictures
Isn't she Cute
