I have barely any time on my hands at this point...for obvious reasons, but want to try my best to document the twins' lives as well as Treyson's. Forgive me if this blog turns out a lot less.
The twins were born on Monday at 2pm and 2:05 pm. Oakley June came first, weighing 6lb 3 oz, 19 3/4 in and was followed by Reagan Anna, 6lbs 9 oz, 20 1/4 in. They are perfect. Here is their birth story - which, was relatively boring. THANK GOODNESS!
En route to the hospital at 5am. I love this picture because my eyes are puffy from bawling all night. I don't want to forget how difficult, yet powerful that night was. And, moment of silence for the biggest gut ever.
Sunday night was honestly, the most difficult night of my entire life. I didn't sleep a wink. I just felt SO much fear, I spent the whole night awake, and praying my guts out. I didn't like the idea of being induced, I didn't like the idea of keeping them in. I felt horrible guilt for what I was springing on Treyson. I was scared of the pain. Scared something would go wrong. I just felt horrible. I received a
Priesthood Blessing from my father and Trevor and felt a little more peace, but still weary.
I almost backed out of the 6am inducement. In fact, we were an hour late. Upon arrival, I was checked (1 cm dialated....I swear, my cervix IS steel) and hooked up to the Pit at 8am. My water was broken around 10am. I really struggled this time knowing what was the "right" time to get the epidural. With Treyson, I waited too long and at 9cm, felt EVERYTHING. This time, I wanted the full effect - but I also knew it might slow things down and I did NOT want a long, horrible, Pitocin-driven labor. I let myself get nice and painful and around 5cm, asked for the epidural around noon. With Treyson, I did not feel a pinch when the epidural was put in because I was in so much pain. This time, I felt it all and though, not really "painful" it was a freaky feeling of which I could really do without ever feeling again.
Good thing I got things done when I did! My cervix is steel, but my body progresses AMAZINGLY fast. An hour later, I was a full 10cm. Once again, no one could believe it - except me who felt Oakley coming in fast. They wheeled me to the OR (all twins are delivered in an OR in case of an emergency C section). I started shaking uncontrollably - possibly from transition or possible because I was SO scared.
The OR had about 6 nurses (2 were my nurses, 2 for babies, and 2 from NICU), 2 doctors, a resident, and some random guy handing scalpels. Heck, Obama could have been in that room and I wouldn't have known it. I was very grateful for the opportunity to shove my feet in stirrups and let half the hospital see my goods. The new doctor actually shook my hand while I lay in this position. I remember saying something to him along the lines of, "well, this is an awkward way to meet."
Oakley came out in 4 pushes. She was easy. She screamed immediately. The strange thing about twins is that they take the baby and check her thoroughly right away. You feel that concern and worry, wanting to know what's going on, BUT then you remember you still have another kid and you still have to get her out. The "extra" doctor was manipulating my uterus from the outside, trying to prevent Reagan from flipping. If she flipped and went transverse or breech, we would have to have surgery. I'd be damned if anyone but a plastic surgeon cut my stomach open.
Reagans heartbeat started to slow down. The doctors tried to speak secret doctor language, but I understood and knew that baby had to get out fast. 2 pushes later, she was out. She was a little slower to react, but was fine.
You think having ONE baby is emotionally overwhelming, try having TWO at ONCE. I have never felt so much fear, anticipation, happiness, joy, psychotic hormonal breakdown in my life. SUCH a tough 9 months. SUCH a happy end to it. We went home from the hospital 24 hours later. Can you believe that?
Reagan (L) Oakley (R)
I believe the thought going through my head at this point was either "I'm starving" or "Holy crap....two." Trevor and I still revel in the blessings we have received. Who has such an "easy" twin pregnancy with two perfect babies? We don't take it for granted and there isn't a night that goes by we don't thank our Heavenly Father. Yes, it's hard now. So hard.
But honestly, I can't help but smile even at 3am, rocking 2 screaming babies feeling the horrible uterine contractions. Watching the milk spill onto my still 6 month pregnant stomach. Oh, wait, you didn't know I was having triplets????
Trevor choose Oakleys middle name. Originally it was "jade" but that had a stripper ring to it so he chose "June" instead. Which I adore because I think she looks like a little bug with her huge eyes. June Bug. Reagan's middle name is after my best friend, my great grandma Anna Hamm. She is a Lithuanian spitfire who recently, at 94, is beginning to show some mental deterioration.
The girls couldn't look more different. Oakley is TINY and delicate with big lips and big eyes. Reagan looks more fat with a little mouth and slightly droopy eyes (Trevor). Reagans hair is more blonde, Oakley's more brown - but we'll see! Oakley is crazy, always awake, always wanting to eat and active. Reagan is more like Treyson was. Sleepy, laid back and a beast to get to eat.
