Here it goes.
I woke up with contractions at 5am and headed to labor and delivery to check it out. I had a strange feeling that was it. It was my mother n law's birthday and for some reason I just knew that was the day.
Got to the hospital and was a big whopping 2cm dilated. I was frustrated. I mean this was it right? So the midwife told me I wasn't in active labor and I explained to her I was. They ran fluids and checked me again after an hour..still a 2 ..she gave me the option to stay and walk around to see if I dilated more. I called Logan to come and our amazing friends came over to watch Ben.
So we walked. I was so frustrated...there is nothing more bothering to me than trying to convince someone what I am feeling and that it is real. Especially with labor. We headed back to the room with me in tears. I wanted to go home. They wanted to check me before I went home and as I'm mentally preparing to head for the door the midwife exclaims "oh you are a good 4-5 cm" ...to which I replied "do you believe me now?!" Poor Logan must have been so embarrassed.
So I called my mom to head down from Indiana and my doula to head to the hospital. I went in not wanting an epidural and was talked into one. However, I was able to put it off until a good 7-8cm. I was able to experience a little bit of the labor I wanted. I was told it was an epidural in case of an emergency c-section...if I didn't get one and had to have a c-section I would be put completely under.
Everything was good in labor until I got the epidural. I then had my blood pressure crash several times, got sick, etc...birth is so pretty let me tell you. It was just a waiting game until 10 cm...they then wheeled me to the O.R. to push..."just in case" Baby A was head down but baby B was transverse breech. We were praying B would flip, but oddly I knew she wouldn't...still I held on to hope.
Baby A (Everly) was born after four pushes and then I felt like it was a whirl wind after that. As I had Everly on my chest they were trying to flip baby B. OUCH. Well B or Reagan flipped but went butt down. After trying and trying it was called to do a c-section. I kept telling myself "it will all be okay" and it was...Reagan was born and all the nurses kept telling me how "feisty" she was, which I had a feeling she would be :)
From there we went to the recovery room where I breastfed both babies and was in awe that I now I have three kids. THREE!
So there ya go...I will try to update more about life with twins but right now time is limited. Loving every minute though.
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