I made it to 37 weeks and 6 days and just completed my last sonogram. My doctor wanted to make sure my twins could stay put for a few more days. After I left the doctor’s office I met my husband for dinner. We had just ordered some hot wings and I planned on sinking my teeth into a big, juicy burger. We were celebrating our “Last Supper” before the tidal wave of babies. Just before the food arrived my doctor called. She told me to get over to the hospital because she felt it might not be safe to wait until my scheduled induction. I was so pissed! I had been up since 2am and had not eaten much all day. She told me no food—just get to the hospital. Oh the drama!
Needless to say my babies were fine-- but once they get you into the hospital they don’t let you leave without a baby or in my case-- two. So I had yet another sleepless night, three painful IV’s, an enema and no food. Of course my husband went home and had a good night’s sleep. How nice for him.
The following day they decided it was time. My water was broken and the show was about to begin. A few powerful contractions later and my anesthesiologist arrived. Since my last epidural wore off during labor I decided to give this doctor a little piece of advice. I simply said, “If my epidural wears off again I will hunt you down.” He didn’t seem amused. Needless to say the damn thing worked!
They wheeled me into the operating room, turned on some music and I proceeded to deliver my babies while listening to the disco hit by the Bee Gees, “Staying Alive.” The spirit of John Travolta was with me! When it was time to push I pushed twice-- the doctor stopped and said, “Okay, on the third push your baby is going to come out.” My reply, “What? Are you kidding?” He was serious. On the third push-- out popped my baby girl. A few minutes later my son arrived after about 9 pushes.
The process was so quick and painless that I actually had fun. After suffering through a painful birth process with my first child this was a piece of cake. Speaking of cake, after the delivery of my twins I was so hungry that the hospital food seemed like a 5-star meal. I cleaned my plate.
That night I went to sleep with an empty belly, a full stomach and a sense of pride like I’ve never felt before. My husband? Well, he went home and had another good night’s sleep.
Congrats!
They are beautiful and so are you. Congratulations to you and your well rested husband.
Victor