Most of you know that getting pregnant was basically the one thing I couldn’t do. Call me a hyper-achiever, that is fine, but I can control career and relationships (somewhat), but there is no fooling mother nature. We finally got pregnant at approximately Thanksgiving, and found out at Christmas we got 2 little turkeys!
It had been a blessed pregnancy. I was cute. I will admit it. When you try for 4 years, you enjoy your pregnancy as much as you can, but it was not easy on me and I hid most of the troubles. The twins, they were just very big. I am short waisted and 5 foot 5 on a very good day. Somehow the kids were just too big for my body. Many people commented that I sure wasn’t gaining a lot of weight but that my belly was big. Well, with a short waist, it was very early that my son planted himself right on my stomach making it very difficult to eat. But – I was cute, I was happy, and I had a GLORIOUS time dressing my bump and preparing the nursery and getting ready for my leave, which coincides with summer!! What could go wrong??
Then around 30ish weeks, I just started to slow down. 31 weeks I started to get edema and was working from home nearly full time. I just couldn’t walk and was not sleeping much. I developed a few other mild and average complications as well.
I went in for a check up 9am on June 19th for a check up etc. I had gained 20 pounds from one week to the next! I went home and by 1pm they called me and asked me to check into the hospital for a 24 hour observation. There were some tests that had my OB GYN concerned – no problem, I was checked in by 4pm.
By 6pm I was in misery. I was put on Magnesium for elevated blood pressure, I was shaking uncontrollably and they started a series of steroids that would ensure the kids lungs would mature. Several Drs came through and explained things in many different ways “Extreme Pre eclampsia” “fine balance between mothers health and babies health” “trying to hold on for the steroids to take effect” “concerned about permanent damage to mothers kidneys” it was so confusing and I was meanwhile on hydration IV that put another 13 pounds on me in 24 hours. My mother and husband were troopers. I cried nonstop. Confused and having a hard time with shaking so much. By June 20th at 9pm – they made the call – remove the twins!! An emergency C-section was ordered. They weighed me before they took me in – over 200 pounds. (I am not a big girl….these are frightening numbers)
My angels arrived at 9:37pm and 9:39pm June 20th. 2013 under a lucky moon. They were healthy, weighted in at 4.5 (Montana Katheryn) and 5.4 (Jordan James) and they were perfect.
I was alert and was able to see each as they arrived but after they put me back together I cannot remember much of the next couple days. I ended up staying in the hospital for high blood pressure for 6 days. It was for the best, I was near my kids!
So, my kids are preemies! They were born exactly at 33 weeks. Today, on the 4th of July they are 2 weeks old, and should still be inside of me! But they are breast feeding, bottle feeding and starting to be alert and responsive. They are both above their birth weights and gaining.
Montana is delicate and long and the quieter of the two. JJ is larger and more talkative and looks exactly like his father. We are delighted with them. They are perfect in every way, and I have always said that I knew my babies were special from the start. My babies. That is how I refer to them. Mine. I have a scary instinct with these two and the amount of uncontrollable crying that I have when I leave them or find out I don’t get to see them is incredible. Close to hyperventilation. I would do anything for them…they have a wonderful life waiting of them at home, and Daddy and I cannot wait to start our lives all in one house.
Many are asking when they will come home, the average age for preemies to go home is 36 weeks, but really it depends on them each reaching a few milestones. Regulating their temperature, breathing on their own, breast feeding, bottle feeding and weight gain, then the car seat test. Often one twin comes home before the other. So, could be in a week, could be in 2. They are past several milestones already and are focussing on eating now, but they progress every day so it keeps us satisfied. The thing about NICU is “2 steps forward, 1 step back” and you have to keep that in mind, and just go with the flow. Some days you can, some days you cannot.
Both Daddy and Mommy are doing well. Our lives have changed and we are figuring out our redefined roles and fighting exhaustion and trying to not take out out on each other….we have to be better people now. There is no alternative. We are raising miracles.
I leave you with this: I wouldn’t change any of this. This is our journey, and I thank God for giving me my husband and my family to support me through all of this. I don’t know where I would be without them.
Here is my before and 7 days after pictures, because they are fun to look at…..Love to you ALL!!!