May 6th, the next morning after all the craziness. I woke up from a semi comatose, morphine induced sleep, not feeling so well from the medications that I had been given before and was so sick to my stomach, they finally gave me something to calm that down and it worked like a charm. I was able to fall asleep a little longer before they decided they were going to move me to the Perinatal Special Care Unit, where I would stay for the next 8 days. This unit is specialized to watch women in my condition, they keep a close eye on contractions and babies heart rates to make sure everything is going OK and I am there in case the twins decided they wanted to try and escape again (more on that later). Grant gathered our few items and we were moved. I really do not remember the first day on account that I was soooo tired from everything. I finally got some food which for a almost 31 week pregnant women was so nice! My stomach had finally calmed down and I wasn't feeling like I was in Death Valley any longer. My sister decided to come home since we were not sure what was going to happen at this point and she did not want to miss anything. Unfortunately for her it was a long trip back and forth and back and forth and back again before the twins actual decided to make their appearance. All of the nurses were so nice and amazingly comforting for someone who like me is such a planner that this was not in any way what I had expected. I mean I knew twins were high risk, but with everything else we had been through to get here I thought eventually something had to give in this situation.
Here is a picture at 31 weeks in my hospital room...
Sorry, I had no make-up on and well lets just say a few days in a hospital makes for some serious bags under the eyes. Thanks to the nurses I learned how to "order" special food from the cafeteria and well when you have a craving pregnant woman in the hospital it is not good to have a set menu, I had to discover what there was for take-out around.
I met with the perinatologist every morning to figure out what to do next, they tried a couple different medications that I had not had before to see if those would stop anything, nope, my contractions broke through everything until, Friday morning the Doctor decided at this point the twins would be fair very well if they were born and that it was obvious that nothing was going to stop them so we should just discontinue medication and control pain from contractions. Now I am so sick of someone asking me what my pain level is from 1-10 but I guess that's how it goes. I seemed to get more contractions later in the afternoon and would usually require something to make me relax. Nurses will tell you if there is something that can help you relax and not feel so much pain to just take it. Now I am not against people who want the natural birth and no pain medication but for me, who had been literally in labor since March I was a little tired of pain, and for those of you who know me, I do not deal well with pain!
Thursday passed so slowly, cable television at a hospital is nothing to brag about, neither was the fact that they had a VHS to play movies on complete with a "rental" list, eventually I would just turn the tv off because there was nothing ever on. I would wait for people to come visit me. Grant returned home to gather essentials (laptop, phone charger, and clean clothes) that we would need for at least a few days. This day was still fairly busy with Doctors and nurses doing alot of registration information and removing of medications and adding of medications and letting me finally get out of bed and take a shower. Luckily in the PSCU they leave you alone for the most part at night so you can try and sleep, they also provide you with sleeping medication which was extremely helpful with my stress level.
Friday May 7th, came and went...this is really how it went for the most of when I was there, days passed by, I began to forget what day it was or what the date was. I would think to update my blog then think I'm tired I don't have the energy to go into details, my immediate family and friends knew what was going on and I had updated somewhat on Facebook I think.
On Saturday May 8th, the Doctor gave me permission to walk around and not being completely bed bound! However, Grant decided he did not want me to get out of bed, he was going to keep those babies in there one way or another. It took about 24 hours of whining, and pity party to me to get him to let me out. He decided Sunday for Mother's Day he would bring my puppies up to say hi and I could go outside (in a wheelchair) to play.
So Sunday May 9th, was my little field trip outside into the GORGEOUS May weather we had for a few days. I sat outside and did not want to go back inside. Later in the day we went shopping at the hospital, I bought the twins each super soft stuffed animals, a few cloth diapers (Fuzzi.bunz) (which I will give my thoughts on soon), and a few other mom essentials that I had not purchased yet, just in case. I think we are now the gift shops best customers. Grant then left to take the dogs home, which he did not make it that far and had to drop them at a friends to have them take the pups back home since I called him back to the hospital ASAP!! I knew that my field trip could possibly get the twins all ready to go again. This catches me up to my next trip back to labor and delivery and a botched epidural which I will get to very soon I promise...
A Doctor “Visit”
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