Five years ago today I gave birth to two precious little boys. It is hard to even remember all of the events surrounding that day. I have always wanted to write things down that I would not forgot and so I will try to do a little of that now.
The day began with a snowstorm and me waking up at 5 a.m. in labor. My husband began to snow blow a path to get out while I showered and packed my things. I kept watching out the window worried that we might not make it in time as things were progressing so much faster than with my first pregnancy. The snow was so bad that we ended up taking his 4-wheel drive truck as that is all that could make it through quickly on this morning, so I was in for a bumpy ride.
Upon arrival at the hospital everything was in motion preparing for the birth of twins and I was soon whisked into a delivery room full of doctors and nurses. By 8:22 a.m. I had delivered “Baby A” but now that “Baby B” had so much room he flipped. The doctors tried turning him head down for the next 40 or so minutes. Nurses later on told me that the doctors worked so hard they broke a sweat. Unfortunately, I ended up having an emergency c-section and everything moved very quickly. Thankfully I was able to be awake to witness the birth of my second baby. As they tried pulling him out it ended up that he was stuck so much that I needed to have a larger incision on my uterus, which now causes me to only be able to deliver via c-section. So at 9:30 a.m. “Baby B” was born. Two baby boys weighing 6# 10 oz. and 7# 10 oz. I was able to see my babies just briefly as they were whisked back to the nursery along with my husband.
“Baby B” needed oxygen and had an elevated heartbeat and so the doctors decided to send him to a larger hospital an hour away. I have been told that my husband sat in a rocking chair holding “Re-Pete” crying and asking God to protect our little one. I arrived back from recovery still numb and the nurses were so wonderful to cram my whole bed into the nursery so that I could hold my babies. Now holding a newborn baby in your arms for the first time is awesome in and of itself but having two at a time is a pretty amazing feeling. Unfortunately that did not last long and the paramedics came to take “Re-Pete”. That was one of the hardest things I have had to do as I lay there and watch my baby being packed into an isolate and wheeled away from me, knowing that I could not be with him and having no idea of what lie ahead. My husband and my Dad followed the ambulance down and were able to be with “Re-Pete” as I stayed with “Pete”.
After three days in the hospital my husband was able to bring “Re-Pete” back to be reunited with his Mommy and his brother. Praise the Lord he was healthy as could be! Since he had already been released from the hospital he was rooming-in as he could not be in the nursery or have the nurses take care of him. The first night with the two babies together was difficult to say the least and I remember crying most of the night. The hardest thing was that I had already bonded with “Pete” and now it almost felt as if this baby was intruding on that. This was my first time nursing “Re-Pete” and trying to maneuver two babies while being so sore from my incision and both of them crying at a time aaahhh!
It was so good to go home and be a “normal” family again with their big brother and start on our way to a new routine. We always say that the first year with the boys was quite a blur as so much happened and it was chaotic at times. Now when I have one baby crying I think back and wonder how we ever handled it all with two babies but I know God gave us the strength we needed each and every day. I am so thankful that the Lord brought these two special boys into our lives! While they may be twins, look alike, and are similar in many ways, they are each a special and unique individual and I am so blessed to be their Mama!
Happy Birthday Pete and Re-Pete!