Today is my due date but I'm writing this as I hold and feed one of my two sweet munchkins. My babies are almost a month old already, I seriously can't believe it. We are oh so in love.
Molly and Max were born on August 15th at 12:29 and 12:31pm, weighing in at 4 lbs 15 oz and 6 lbs 10 oz, respectively. My babies were born prematurely by c-section at 36 weeks and 1 day after a pre-eclampsia diagnosis and a week of hospital bed rest. I will try to recount the events of that day, though it seems like ages ago now, I'm a bad blogger...
When my last pre-e test came back positive and doctors told me on a Thursday that I would be delivering the following Mon
day part of me didn't believe them. I was scared and excited all at once. It was the longest few days of my life. The night before my section was like Christmas eve, I don't think Shawn or I got hardly any sleep, we were way too anxious and excited to meet our babies. Monday morning came along with more tests and surgery prep. We ended up heading down to the labor and delivery floor at around 11:30. I was taken into the operating room to get my spinal block while Shawn changed into scrubs. I was so scared for the epidural and wished that Shawn could have been there but instead i cried and held on to a nurse as the anesthesiologist placed my epidural (twice since the first needle wasn't thick enough - yuck!) The epidural worked quickly but was not how I thought it would be. The bottom half of my body felt warm and then tingly and heavy but I could still wiggle my toes and I was scared that I was going to be able to feel the surgery. This whole part was scary for me, especially before Shawn was allowed in. Once I was numb and prepped Shawn came in and sat by my head. At this point I think they had already started cutting. It was strange because though I couldn't feel pain, I definitely felt a lot. At one point, I felt a doctor using scissors to cut part of my belly. Snip, snip, snip...gross... Shawn could tell I was super nervous and uncomfortable and tried his best to talk me through it and keep my mind occupied through the first part of surgery. And then, the most wonderful moment in my life, I heard my daughter cry for the very first time. My heart melted and even though I hadn't seen het yet, I was so in love. Next came Max, and he came out peeing on my OB, what an entrance my little boy :) Shawn even peeked over the surgical curtain I heard him cry too and at this point both Shawn and I couldn't hold back our tears of joy. Molly was cleaned up and swaddled and placed in Shawn's arm while they reviewed Max and completed my surgery. She was perfectly healthy and to think I was so worried about my tiny baby girl. I could tell something was wrong with Max. Though he cried it wasn't as loud or consistent as Molly's had been and I tried to listen to what the doctors were saying. They brought him over to us and I was able to see my sweet baby boy and give him a kiss before they took him away and the neonatologist came over to explain that he was having some trouble breathing and that they were taking him to the NICU to better access him. Once my doctors finished my surgery I was taken to recovery where I would stay for the next, very difficult 24 hours.


Because I was a pre-e diagnosis I had to be on Magnesium Sulfate for the 24 hours following delivery to make sure I didn't have a seizure. I was told I reacted well to the Mag but it was a very uncomfortable 24 hours. On top of recovering from major surgery I was hot, loopy, itchy and generally not myself. And besides the fact that I couldn't see my little boy at all since he was in the NICU, I also was not allowed to be alone with Molly since the medication makes patients unpredictable. I'm glad that that time is fading to a more distant memory.
When I was finally discharged from the labor and delivery floor at around 3pm on the 16th I was finally allowed to go see my baby boy. I was transferred to a stretcher and wheeled up to the NICU to be able to spend some long overdue time with my little boy Max. When I got up to the NICU the nurses wheeled my stretcher up next to Max's isolate and I was able to put my hand in and touch and talk to my boy.


Once I was back in the maternity ward I was thankful to be able to be with my daughter and though it was really difficult the first time trying to get up out of bed I knew I had to do it so I could get into a wheelchair to go up and see Max again. The following days were difficult and wonderful; recovering, bonding with my sweet tiny Molly and trying to get up to see Max as much as possible. I knew the NICU was the right place for Max to be to take care of his little lungs but it was awful to be separated from one of my babies.
I started this post at 2am this morning and am finishing it at 10pm. We have been super busy and there is much more that I want to record and remember from the past couple of weeks but babies are hungry again so it will have to wait for another day :)