babybuddha
07-07-2003, 07:42 AM
Ashton and Spencer make their big debut!
In the last few weeks of my pregnancy, I was told by the twin clinic doctor that I would be induced on Friday, June 30, and that I would get a call on Thursday telling me what time I would need to come in. THAT DATE DOESN’T EXIST! So I took the info that I wanted to hear, and started telling all and sundry that I would be induced the upcoming Friday. At my last visit to my doctor (he showed me the induction paper and it was not the day that was wrong, but the date, there just like MY predicted due date it said June 30th!
So, last Saturday, I had been told that I would get a call from the birthing centre with the time on Monday, June 30, when I needed to go to the hospital to be induced. It came and went and I got no call, then on Sunday, past midday, I called and they were about as organized as keystone kops, telling me that they couldn’t find the induction book, so I suggested I just show up when I felt like it and hung up. Not my finest hour, but with a wrong induction date, then a corrected induction date with a day that I would be called not having come to pass… my swollen feet made my ire show a little bit. I am happy to say that I didn’t use my name, so they were not aware the rude inductee for Monday was me. Later that day near supper time on Sunday I get a call asking me to come in Monday at 6 am, but to call at 5:30 in the morning to make sure they had a birthing room available, (I am convinced there is a mini baby boom going on, I have been seeing SO MANY pregnant woman lately, and hearing the stories at the hospital of how full they are all the time).
At this time, I decided, I might just want to FINALLY pack my bag… the babies bags were packed, the car seats etc, but I had not packed a pair of knickers up to this point for myself. I got all paraphernalia ready, cds, cd player, clothing, toiletries, the whole mcgillacuddy and went to bed around 11:30! The day before I had tried to get to be early as well to ensure that I got SOME sleep before the big event… Ask Hanyifa if she called me past 11:30 pm and woke me up and then ensured I was awake till dawn on Saturday night… or if she came by on Sunday at midnight knocking on Lauren’s door, scaring the ever loving **** out of us past midnight! AH that is what friends are for… so by the time I fell asleep on Sunday, it was past three and my alarm went off at 10 to 4 am. I reset it for 4:45 and got my LAST sleep ever! I must add, perhaps knowing that I was on my way to be induced the following day, I had started feeling my contractions coming on quite strongly and regularly during my sleepless night.
Called the birthing centre at 5:30 and was SHOCKED (read with a fair amount of facetiousness) that they couldn’t find the induction book, and waited while they finally told me that I should be there for 6:15 that morning!
All systems go, all lights are green I am on my way to the hospital to be induced!
We get to the hospital and wait to be shown to a room, and finally around 7 we get installed and a nurse puts in an iv! We are on our way! That days’ resident came in and introduced himself and then examined me… it seems that that iv was really working I was 2 cms dilated… wee, this was going to be easy! Well it turns out I was not actually on the induction drug, but a saline drip! I was actually dilated all on my own, so my predicted due date was working just fine.
My first nurse Carmen left about half an hour after we arrived and then my next nurse informed me that I was not on the Petocin, and had to wait to hear from the resident to hook me up.
The second nurse Marie-Claude was really super and tho more French speaking than English, she made us all feel welcome.
By now, Lauren is in charge of the music, and good cheer, Ellie has come by with orange Popsicles and Tropicana OJ, but so has Johnson, so I have enough to supply the entire floor. It turns out I can have a Popsicle but not drink any of the juice… oh well, that and ice chips will have to do me.
Johnson has begun to methodically walk to and from the sink in between every two contractions and is massaging my lower back during each as I try and breathe through them. This time around I am finding however that I am feeling rather nauseous after EACH contraction, not a good sign. By midday, I am about 3 cms dilated and things are going well, I am breathing and keeping up pretty good spirits. Lauren calls Emma and lets her know where we are and she decides to come and be part of the team… great idea.
After she arrives she accompanies Lauren to get some food they eat at the trusty ol’ Neuro Café and return with a HUGE poutine for Johnson… sorry to say, but the poor fellow doesn’t get more than a bite or two out of the whole gooey mess! I have at this point in the afternoon begun to vomit, and start feeling a little demoralized by this development, because the daunting sound of only 3 cm dilated and hours upon hours left to go of this is really a bit too much to think of. I start to make certain decisions that I was hoping to avoid… I ask for some pain killer… that does nothing and I continue to be sick.
At around this time Ellie returns and as she sees me not feeling too great, decides that my cheering section of herself Lauren and Emma should leave the room… this will have a difference in my predicted outcome!
Here is where it starts to get good, I have to wait for the doc who is in the OR… he arrives at 4 pm to deliver it and when he does, it is about 4:20, I am told by the doc, that in 10 mins I will be feeling “better”. Funny after 15 I am about digging my nails into Johnson palm, and find only that I am feeling worse. The resident arrives, and examines me… guess what I have gone from 3 to 7 cm! If I had known I was that far before the epidural, I would not have asked. Dr. Latifa leaves and I am now waiting for this epidural miracle to do its thing… I am now going mental with the pressure of the contractions… and tell the nurse at 4:30 that I feel like I need to push… she tells me that can’t be I am only 7 cm, and checks me and I feel her feeling Ashton’s head… she starts calling for OR attendings and I am getting prepped to go into deliver. I needed that epidural, like a whole in the head… I was ready and the babies were COMING.
On the way to the OR I was being told not to push… heck, don’t push; the baby was doing that all on his own.
If you are keeping track, Lauren is not in the room, she is out in the waiting area with Ellie and Emma, I start asking for someone to get her, Johnson says he cannot leave me, and no one else is able to do so… I am frantically asking for her and hoping she will be in the room to videotape the whole thing, but when I see Johnson arrive he tells me that a nurse or someone one else would not let Lauren in… the births will not be documented.
Minutes later we are all in our prospective places, my last nurse Patricia (a gem), the peds nurse, Dr. Fournier and his resident and Johnson, all in scrubs with a few dread peeping out at my head COACHING ME LIKE HE WAS A SEASONED VETERAN!
He counted, and encouraged and propped me up, so well, that I am sure he assisted in the amount of pushing and work I had to do in there.
Well, from 4:40 to 5 I had them all working on my side, and at 5 on the dot, out popped my Active little Ashton. I had not envisioned what they would look, as I had with Lauren, and when he came out I cannot tell you how overwhelmed I was he was GORGEOUS. Johnson and I both burst into tears and Ashton gave us a few well placed cries, and his dad got to hold him and then Pat took him and started to get him cleaned up and brought him to be kissed by his besotted mother.
So, have of my work was done and I was totally thinking that I would perhaps push a few more times and then maybe ten minutes later his brother would join us!
Well Serious Spencer was also keeping true to form… he was bigger than his brother, and after Ashton came out, my cervix closed up a little and the poor thing was butting his head and couldn’t get out. Dr. Fournier told me that when I had a contraction to stop pushing and they gave me more Petocin and sent me “back into labor”. During this time I asked Pat if she could somehow show Ashton to Lauren and she let Johnson go and call her and she and Emma arrived at the door to the OR and were “introduced”. We all had a cuppa tea and waited while things got to where they needed to be. I am feeling contractions and doing my best not to push, at each contraction I hear the heart rate going down and then speeding back up while we all wait around. I do notice however, that another doctor has entered the OR… he is apparently there if needed to do an emergency c-section (but no one says this) all kidding aside, at around 6:15 I felt the need to get this thing underway again, and asked if I was now allowed to push when I felt a contraction, with a thumbs up from Dr. Fournier we all began to get back to our posts and at 6:25 after 4-6 pushes, out came Spencer. He was kinda pissed at having been left like a lark in the dark for an hour and twenty-five minutes and started to scream like a banshee!
MY WORK WAS DONE. The boys were here and they were super!
We all went back to the birthing room, and there Lauren met her brothers properly for the first time as well as Emma. Johnson went proudly down the admissions to pick up their charts and the phone calls started. Shortly afterward, Sandra and Peter arrived, and then Hanifya and her friend Miriam and Lise, so we had a lively party going and we were totally rejoicing at their arrival.
At around 9:30 that evening, I was wheeled up along with the boys to the Women’s Pavilion and held court for the next two days in room 7.29 with my boys and our family began to bond with them and have the privilege of getting to know our new boys personalities!
In the last few weeks of my pregnancy, I was told by the twin clinic doctor that I would be induced on Friday, June 30, and that I would get a call on Thursday telling me what time I would need to come in. THAT DATE DOESN’T EXIST! So I took the info that I wanted to hear, and started telling all and sundry that I would be induced the upcoming Friday. At my last visit to my doctor (he showed me the induction paper and it was not the day that was wrong, but the date, there just like MY predicted due date it said June 30th!
So, last Saturday, I had been told that I would get a call from the birthing centre with the time on Monday, June 30, when I needed to go to the hospital to be induced. It came and went and I got no call, then on Sunday, past midday, I called and they were about as organized as keystone kops, telling me that they couldn’t find the induction book, so I suggested I just show up when I felt like it and hung up. Not my finest hour, but with a wrong induction date, then a corrected induction date with a day that I would be called not having come to pass… my swollen feet made my ire show a little bit. I am happy to say that I didn’t use my name, so they were not aware the rude inductee for Monday was me. Later that day near supper time on Sunday I get a call asking me to come in Monday at 6 am, but to call at 5:30 in the morning to make sure they had a birthing room available, (I am convinced there is a mini baby boom going on, I have been seeing SO MANY pregnant woman lately, and hearing the stories at the hospital of how full they are all the time).
At this time, I decided, I might just want to FINALLY pack my bag… the babies bags were packed, the car seats etc, but I had not packed a pair of knickers up to this point for myself. I got all paraphernalia ready, cds, cd player, clothing, toiletries, the whole mcgillacuddy and went to bed around 11:30! The day before I had tried to get to be early as well to ensure that I got SOME sleep before the big event… Ask Hanyifa if she called me past 11:30 pm and woke me up and then ensured I was awake till dawn on Saturday night… or if she came by on Sunday at midnight knocking on Lauren’s door, scaring the ever loving **** out of us past midnight! AH that is what friends are for… so by the time I fell asleep on Sunday, it was past three and my alarm went off at 10 to 4 am. I reset it for 4:45 and got my LAST sleep ever! I must add, perhaps knowing that I was on my way to be induced the following day, I had started feeling my contractions coming on quite strongly and regularly during my sleepless night.
Called the birthing centre at 5:30 and was SHOCKED (read with a fair amount of facetiousness) that they couldn’t find the induction book, and waited while they finally told me that I should be there for 6:15 that morning!
All systems go, all lights are green I am on my way to the hospital to be induced!
We get to the hospital and wait to be shown to a room, and finally around 7 we get installed and a nurse puts in an iv! We are on our way! That days’ resident came in and introduced himself and then examined me… it seems that that iv was really working I was 2 cms dilated… wee, this was going to be easy! Well it turns out I was not actually on the induction drug, but a saline drip! I was actually dilated all on my own, so my predicted due date was working just fine.
My first nurse Carmen left about half an hour after we arrived and then my next nurse informed me that I was not on the Petocin, and had to wait to hear from the resident to hook me up.
The second nurse Marie-Claude was really super and tho more French speaking than English, she made us all feel welcome.
By now, Lauren is in charge of the music, and good cheer, Ellie has come by with orange Popsicles and Tropicana OJ, but so has Johnson, so I have enough to supply the entire floor. It turns out I can have a Popsicle but not drink any of the juice… oh well, that and ice chips will have to do me.
Johnson has begun to methodically walk to and from the sink in between every two contractions and is massaging my lower back during each as I try and breathe through them. This time around I am finding however that I am feeling rather nauseous after EACH contraction, not a good sign. By midday, I am about 3 cms dilated and things are going well, I am breathing and keeping up pretty good spirits. Lauren calls Emma and lets her know where we are and she decides to come and be part of the team… great idea.
After she arrives she accompanies Lauren to get some food they eat at the trusty ol’ Neuro Café and return with a HUGE poutine for Johnson… sorry to say, but the poor fellow doesn’t get more than a bite or two out of the whole gooey mess! I have at this point in the afternoon begun to vomit, and start feeling a little demoralized by this development, because the daunting sound of only 3 cm dilated and hours upon hours left to go of this is really a bit too much to think of. I start to make certain decisions that I was hoping to avoid… I ask for some pain killer… that does nothing and I continue to be sick.
At around this time Ellie returns and as she sees me not feeling too great, decides that my cheering section of herself Lauren and Emma should leave the room… this will have a difference in my predicted outcome!
Here is where it starts to get good, I have to wait for the doc who is in the OR… he arrives at 4 pm to deliver it and when he does, it is about 4:20, I am told by the doc, that in 10 mins I will be feeling “better”. Funny after 15 I am about digging my nails into Johnson palm, and find only that I am feeling worse. The resident arrives, and examines me… guess what I have gone from 3 to 7 cm! If I had known I was that far before the epidural, I would not have asked. Dr. Latifa leaves and I am now waiting for this epidural miracle to do its thing… I am now going mental with the pressure of the contractions… and tell the nurse at 4:30 that I feel like I need to push… she tells me that can’t be I am only 7 cm, and checks me and I feel her feeling Ashton’s head… she starts calling for OR attendings and I am getting prepped to go into deliver. I needed that epidural, like a whole in the head… I was ready and the babies were COMING.
On the way to the OR I was being told not to push… heck, don’t push; the baby was doing that all on his own.
If you are keeping track, Lauren is not in the room, she is out in the waiting area with Ellie and Emma, I start asking for someone to get her, Johnson says he cannot leave me, and no one else is able to do so… I am frantically asking for her and hoping she will be in the room to videotape the whole thing, but when I see Johnson arrive he tells me that a nurse or someone one else would not let Lauren in… the births will not be documented.
Minutes later we are all in our prospective places, my last nurse Patricia (a gem), the peds nurse, Dr. Fournier and his resident and Johnson, all in scrubs with a few dread peeping out at my head COACHING ME LIKE HE WAS A SEASONED VETERAN!
He counted, and encouraged and propped me up, so well, that I am sure he assisted in the amount of pushing and work I had to do in there.
Well, from 4:40 to 5 I had them all working on my side, and at 5 on the dot, out popped my Active little Ashton. I had not envisioned what they would look, as I had with Lauren, and when he came out I cannot tell you how overwhelmed I was he was GORGEOUS. Johnson and I both burst into tears and Ashton gave us a few well placed cries, and his dad got to hold him and then Pat took him and started to get him cleaned up and brought him to be kissed by his besotted mother.
So, have of my work was done and I was totally thinking that I would perhaps push a few more times and then maybe ten minutes later his brother would join us!
Well Serious Spencer was also keeping true to form… he was bigger than his brother, and after Ashton came out, my cervix closed up a little and the poor thing was butting his head and couldn’t get out. Dr. Fournier told me that when I had a contraction to stop pushing and they gave me more Petocin and sent me “back into labor”. During this time I asked Pat if she could somehow show Ashton to Lauren and she let Johnson go and call her and she and Emma arrived at the door to the OR and were “introduced”. We all had a cuppa tea and waited while things got to where they needed to be. I am feeling contractions and doing my best not to push, at each contraction I hear the heart rate going down and then speeding back up while we all wait around. I do notice however, that another doctor has entered the OR… he is apparently there if needed to do an emergency c-section (but no one says this) all kidding aside, at around 6:15 I felt the need to get this thing underway again, and asked if I was now allowed to push when I felt a contraction, with a thumbs up from Dr. Fournier we all began to get back to our posts and at 6:25 after 4-6 pushes, out came Spencer. He was kinda pissed at having been left like a lark in the dark for an hour and twenty-five minutes and started to scream like a banshee!
MY WORK WAS DONE. The boys were here and they were super!
We all went back to the birthing room, and there Lauren met her brothers properly for the first time as well as Emma. Johnson went proudly down the admissions to pick up their charts and the phone calls started. Shortly afterward, Sandra and Peter arrived, and then Hanifya and her friend Miriam and Lise, so we had a lively party going and we were totally rejoicing at their arrival.
At around 9:30 that evening, I was wheeled up along with the boys to the Women’s Pavilion and held court for the next two days in room 7.29 with my boys and our family began to bond with them and have the privilege of getting to know our new boys personalities!