After talking with my nurse, she had me provide a urine sample...which i was able to do right there at work! Another benefit of working at a clinic! After finding NO protein in my urine (which would have suggested pre-eclampsia) she told me the Dr still wanted me to come to the hospital for monitoring. I was annoyed by the inconvenience to my evening. And feeling petty for calling my Dr about every little concern.
Having our hospital bags already packed and ready to go, Nick and I headed for the hospital... fully expecting to be returning home in a few hours, exhausted and embarrassed.
As it turns out, they did keep us overnight to monitor the babies' heart-rates and acquire some lab results. Come morning, not only was I having major contractions, my blood platelets had dropped dramatically, meaning that if they didn't get the babies out soon, my body would lose it's ability to clot blood. When the Dr said "let's get those babies out!" I was immediately worried about their gestational age, wanting them to be as healthy as possible. I said, "Doc? If I was your wife, would you still deliver me right now?" and he said YES.
So we proceeded.
Here we are getting ready to head to the operating room.
The spinal wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it would be. I had so much adrenaline going, and I was so excited to meet my girls... nothing else mattered! It was really finally happening! So many emotions involved!
When I heard Paisley cry for the first time, I cried too. I cried with my daughter. My flesh and blood. My husband's seed.
They gave me a quick glimpse of each of my slimy girls before they took 'em away. It was such a bizarre moment of 'are you sure they're really mine?'
After about an hour in the recovery room, they wheeled my bed right into the NICU and set me up right between my two beauties. Looking at them is indescribable.
I love watching my husband with his daughters.