29 Weeks

Our beautiful baby boys were born March 16th. It was a whirlwind. I am in shock and I'm scared out of my wits. I checked into triage for a non-stress test to ease my mind that the "gas" I was feeling was fine. It wasn't gas...it was contractions...but no one knew that until it was too late.

My chart is that of an ideal pregnancy, ultrasounds, tests, labs all look great. So no one thought I could be in labor. I can't really pinpoint when my water broke because my pelvic floor had been failing me for about 2 weeks, crippling under the weight of two baby boys growing in my belly. I believe it was when I sat on a piddle pad waiting for the doctor to finish delivering a bunch of other surprise babies...

Finally a check while in triage..
"When did your water break?"

"My water broke?"

"Yes, when?"

"I don't know, I've been peeing my pants for like a month now...wet is wet and it's all wet"

It had been established I was an idiot. Now the well versed second-time mom I would like to have been. I was the lady who didn't know her water broke :-/

Then the 'train' started moving.

To add levity to the whole story, I had been trying to explain and create a recipe for pina colada overnight oats for my husband over text for Noah's snack at school the next day and texted that my water broke and they were admitting me. He called my mom to come to our house to watch our son. About 45 minutes later, Matt showed up to see me retching with pain. I had hormonal shakes and told the nurse I was 7.5 cm dilated the last time that happened.

Now the train is full steam ahead.

The doctor comes to check me and I was +1 and 9.5 cm. It was go time, they were concerned I would have to naturally birth twin A and cesarean twin B. I was adamant that was not an option so into the OR we went.

When I woke up the boys were ok. I had my mom and Matt with me and the boys were born 2 pounds 11 ounces and 3 pounds 2 ounces. I stupidly asked what their APGAR score was, and Matt shook his head and was like "I don't know are there negative scores?"

The next days while in the hospital were chaotic. My dad flew in from California and my parents took Noah home with them so Matt could come and go, plus he wasn't really allowed to chill at the hospital due to flu season and the fact that toddlers are petri dishes for germs. The nurses kept saying the boys were so big for 29 weeks and that is a really good sign. It didn't feel like it, it felt like my babies were robbed of the opportunity to not worry about anything for 2 and a half months. It felt like it was too small. Too soon.

Within three days, we named our sweet boys Zach and Teddy and I left my heart in beds in a hospital room.

The nurses and doctors are so kind and amazing. They care for those little babies like they are their own. I am currently trying to juggle going to the hospital for care times, a toddler, my job (which is gearing up for the busiest month of the year), pumping, sleeping, and trying to recover. I don't know if luck can handle this!