>After a few days on bed rest, Baby A and Baby B decide that it “was time”, so off we went to the hospital on Saturday night.
Delivered by C-section, we are pleased to announce the birth of our daughters on Saturday, June 21.
A was born at 9:48 PM and weighed 3 lbs., 2 ounces and 15 1/2 inches.
>Not quite those kind of changes, but it’s amazing what 1 day an 1Dr.’s appointment make. We had our weekly non-stress test and exam yesterday. The NST looked great, so we headed over for our exam. We were just chatting before my exam, when she asked if they checked my cervix last week. I replied yes and everything was fine. The Dr. checked to discover I was 2cm. dilated. She checked a few other things in my chart and directed us to have lunch and head to the hospital for further monitoring. After I was hooked up to the monitors, they also discovered that I was having contractions. Who knew? Not me!
So we settled in and they opted to give me steroid injections to help the babies lungs develop, and also gave me meds to stop contractions. So far, so good. No more regular contractions and the babies look great.
It looks like I’ll be home tomorrow, but will more than likely be on bed rest at home for the duration. So worth it if we can help these babies stay put a few weeks longer. All I can say is thank goodness for a wonderful hubby who has stayed here non-stop, his lap top, my co-workers for bringing me a stash of magazines, sweet nurses, great in-laws that made the 2 hour drive to check on us, cell phones to stay in touch with family and friends, and let’s not forget that lovely pill called Ambien to sleep in a hospital room.
>In preparation to “pack my bag”, one item that will definitely be included is my beloved little iPod. I already have various songs and mixes that range from “new running mix” and “half” (for the Nashville half marathon), to “slow down” (that has Michael Buble and other slow stuff), but I’m looking for suggestions for my hospital music.
While I really think that some of the half marathon tunes may get me through, I feel like I’ve listened to them over and over and want some new stuff.
Musically speaking, I tend to gravitate back to the familiar, so my list has a bunch of music from the 80’s and 90’s and aside from hearing new-ish stuff on the radio, I’m a little bit out of touch. Basically, I like a little bit of everything with the exception of most country music. I know, I know. How does a girl from TN not like country?
One song that I may have to include as a joke is Push It by Salt & Pepa. Hee, hee. So, help a girl out and list some favorite tunes or artists and I’ll give them a listen, so I don’t end up listening to “push it real good” over and over!
>Since I haven’t posted in a while, I didn’t want you to think that the babies were here, so I wanted to check in with a little update. Apparently, my co-workers get very nervous if they haven’t seen me around the office for few hours and they think that they’ve missed important news, so I thought my readers might think the same.
We’re at 32 weeks and 2 days, and all is well. This week was a milestone week (according to my Dr.) and I’m glad we’ve made it. The weekly non stress tests have started (I’m hooked up to 2 monitors while lying in a hospital recliner to monitor the heart rates of the babies) as have the weekly appointments. Baby B decided to move, so now Baby A is still head-down, and Baby B is breech/sideways. I’m still shocked that I never felt that distinct move.
Some of what’s been going on this week:
- ordering cute seersucker pants from Ann Taylor Loft maternity and reordering them. The first pair didn’t quite fit around my belly & I’m hoping that the new ones do.
- Eating yummy pizza from a new local, organic place last night – mine had fried eggplant, mushrooms, garlic, etc. So, so good.
- Trying to stay “horizontal” as much as possible when I’m home. It’s harder than it sounds, but I’m just trying to follow Doctor’s orders and stay off bed rest.
- Realizing that I have a gardenia plant in our yard and it has bloomed! This makes me so happy. If it cools off later, I’ll try to get some pictures. They smell wonderful.
>I was sitting in our den on Sunday evening, feet propped on a pillow, watching TV when Hubby came in and asked me what I felt about NY in the fall? My first thought was “Has he gone mad? Does he not remember that we’ll have 2 infants by the fall and probably won’t remember our first names, let alone want to take a visit to NY?” Then it hit me … he had entered his name into the ING NYC Marathon lottery several months ago, almost as a joke, because really, does anyone ever get picked out of the lottery?
All I asked was “Did you get in?” His grin said it all.
So, now for the next question … who wants to babysit or come to NYC and help out with 2 3-month olds?!
He’s trying to decide now if he would have enough time to train and be ready by November. He can always defer his entry to next year, but what a great opportunity. I’m really torn … I would love to go and watch him run, but I don’t know that I’ll be ready to leave 2 little ones by then and I know I won’t be ready to carry them around NYC.
Maybe I could do it with one of these?I can only imagine getting around the crowds with this much baby strapped to me. We’ll see, but with this luck, I really think Hubby should go buy a lottery ticket to see if we can win the $25,000,000 or whatever it’s up to these days!
>Some of the women from my office had a baby shower for me on Friday afternoon. It was really sweet and we received some very nice gifts and lots of essentials – huge ol’ back of diapers, blankets, etc.
One of the gifts made me feel like a celebrity mom-to-be. I received this cool lullaby CD. This company takes modern music and turns it into instrumental music made for kids. I received The Cure, one of my old faves, but they have everything from AC/DC to Bob Marley to Coldplay.
>Why is it after 3:00 AM and I am wide awake, and have been off and on since 1:00 AM?
Could it be ….
Heartburn? nope, not tonight.
Can’t get comfortable and need to rearrange pillows every 5 minutes? no, I actually felt pretty comfortable.
The babies are moving so much that it feels like they may be wrestling? they are moving around quite a bit, but nothing that drastic.
I’m hungry? well, that could always be the case, but I drank some milk and don’t feel hungry.
I need to pee? Been there, done that.
Or is it the fact that I feel like my “mind” just won’t turn off, plus it could have something to do with the brownie and chocolate sauce that I had for dessert tonight that has me wired from the caffeine in the chocolate? Ding, ding, ding … we have a winner!
At this point, who the hell really knows? Hubby is snoring soundly, the dogs didn’t make a peep when I came downstairs and poured myself a glass of milk and came into the office, I’ve updated photos on facebook, checked e-mail, watched Elton John on Classic VH1, watched part of an HGTV show, blogged, have debated about trying to read, and most importantly have wondered how the hell am I supposed to get up and go to work in a few hours? I am not a happy camper without sleep.
Ok, thinking about counting sheep and sweet dreams. Heading upstairs to try this again.
P.S. Just for the record, I noticed that the time of this post reads 2:15 AM and I can assure you that it is actually 3:15 AM.
>Well, Hubby and I finally had our “Birth & Baby” class this weekend, AKA, what to do and when, who to call, and how to avoid having social services called to your home.
While I was a little disappointed that the videos weren’t circa 1970, there were a few posters showing labor poses with the women dressed in tights and leotards. Hmmm, how does that work?
Three things we did learn …
1. During Labor, Hubby knows not to stay 2 inches away from my face and ask me how I’m doing. This will result in lots and lots of expletives from me or actual hitting. (One of the guys in the video was up in his wife’s face the entire time and it would have driven any normal person insane).
2. There are still “those guys” that have to act like the class clown and ask questions such as “So, is taking the baby on a motorcycle a bad idea” and “So, how bad is alcohol for a baby?” I just really felt sorry for his wife who rolled her eyes at him through 80% of the class.
3. We learned all sorts of terms like “cheerio to a bagel” and what that represents. If you don’t know, I’ll tell you, but if you think really hard about it you can figure it out. All I can say is bagel=scary and it has nothing to do with breakfast.