I woke up fairly early this morning to get things rolling. We got Oliver ready and I said goodbye to him which was a little hard for me being that next time I would see him, he would be a big brother. My only child and the boy that made me a mom would have a new role now as big brother and one of three. Luke took him up to Amy's where he would stay for a few days while we were in the hospital. I showered and tried my hardest not to think of food. Of course since I had to fast from midnight until after the surgery, I was going to think of food. I called the labor and delivery unit to see if we were still on for my scheduled c section and they said we were good to go. Once Luke got back we were off and driving up to the Uof U hospital to get ready to meet baby A and baby B. We were so excited!
I suddenly heard a little cry and I could not believe that that little cry was my baby. The doctor told Luke to look as she held the baby around the blue curtains and he said "it's a girl!" I was all smiles and I could not believe that I had a daughter. Baby A was a girl just like I had thought and hoped for. I just wanted to know that she was okay since baby A was the smaller baby and we were worried about her growth. I asked Luke if she was okay and it seemed like she was because there wasn't anything or anyone telling me otherwise. One minute later I heard another cry and it was baby B.
I thought that I might have heard someone say that it was a boy and again, our doctor told Luke to announce and he said "it's a boy!" I was so happy and again I kept asking if they were okay and I could not believe that I had a girl and boy. This was exactly what I wanted and I could not believe that that was what I got. They didn't know how much the babies weighed for a few minutes. I guess baby A was having a hard time regulating her breathing and one of the pediatricians wanted to take her to the NICU, but my amazing nurse fought for her and said to put her on my chest skin to skin to see if that would help her and next thing I knew it, I had the tiniest little baby on my chest. In all this chaos and with all these people in there, I didn't quite know why she was being placed on me. I just thought that they were allowing me to hold her this way. I couldn't see her very well because she was placed just right under my neck. I tried to look down as much as I could and all I could see were these wide awake dark little eyes. No crying, just this perfect little girl skin to skin with me. My miracle babies were here and I could not help, but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude that they were here and safe and doing well.
They asked us what their names were and Luke said "Baby A is Briony and baby B is Milo." Briony weighed in at 4lbs 14oz and Milo weighed in at 5lbs 5 oz. I actually thought that they would weigh more than that, but I was happy that they were healthy. What I found strange was that they never told us how long they measured. I don't think they ever measured their length because even after in their medical report, I never found it.
Anyway, the nurses then took Briony once her breathing had regulated and after a few minutes of being stitched up, they took the blue drapes down. Our amazing doctor congratulated me and took off while the resident doctor finished up. At one point, the anesthesiologist had taken my camera from Luke and was snapping pictures to which I was so grateful for. While Luke held the babies, the nurses transferred me to a bed and then they placed the babies on my chest and wheeled me back to L&D. My friend and our nurse were there wheeling me to my room and my friend suggested that Luke take a picture of me holding the babies...again I am grateful she did because one of the pictures that Luke took is my absolute favorite with my babies.
I don't remember much after that or how long I spent in L&D. I just remembered that our wonderful nurse said her goodbyes to us and I was so gratful to her for pulling for us and being so incredible to us while in her care. She gave us a hug and told us to come back to visit her. I felt such a connection to this woman and thought that this is possibly the last time I would get to see her. My friend wheeled us into our recovery room where we would spend the next 5 days. I didn't really get to say goodbye to her either since nurses were already coming in to check on us. I really wish that I could have stayed in the care of those two the entire time. They were so good to me.
The next few days were such a blur. The babies got to room in with me and it was no time before I was trying to nurse them and adjust to this new role as a mom of twins. I started to breastfeed them that day and the nurses were so great at helping me. We had Oliver and Amy stop by that night. Oliver loved seeing his new siblings and he was so happy that he got to hold them. My mother in law and my mom and sister were the only other people to come up that night.
The next day we had a few more visits from Ginger, Lindsay, and Jonny and Taleesha. I didn't sleep a whole lot since I was trying to feed and with all the visits from the nurses and doctors and trying to take care of myself, I was very sleep deprived. Because of it, I started to get sick so for the next two nights, they took the babies at night so I could sleep. At one point because I hadn't slept and because of the medication (we think), my hearing was affected and everyone's voices sounded distorted and like robots. It was the strangest thing ever.
As I started to feel better and heal well, It was time to go home. The think I will remember most was the care of the nurses. I had two specific nurses that were exceptionally amazing. They were both with me for three days and I even cried when their last shift ended and they left. One of the nurses even crocheted Briony and Milo little minion hats. They were adorable and it just goes to show the level of love and care that we were in. I will always be so grateful to them for all they did, even if they were just doing their job. On Monday afternoon, we were discharged and we made our way home to be on our own and to try and adjust to our new lives as a family of five.