Here is my "Twas the Night Before the Twins" belly. 38 Weeks - September 27, 2009:
We drove up to the Hospital, went in through the ER entrance and checked in with the lady at the front desk there. We were then led down the hall to Labor and Delivery and they took me right into triage to set me up with the baby monitors and to get my IV going.
It took a long time to try and find each of their little heartbeats on the monitor, and they kept moving in and out of each little paddles range. Seemed like we monkey'd around with that for a LONG time. Of course I wasn't watching the clock, but I would guess it took around 30 minutes to get them both located! :o)
Then it was IV time...and I've actually become pretty good with all the needles sticking in me, but it could have been the combination of anxiety, needles, blood and nothing to eat or drink since midnight that I felt like I was going to pass out. I told the nurse right away and she got me a cool washcloth and laid me back a bit to get rid of the light-headedness.
Then everyone started coming out of the woodwork. My OB came in with a small ultrasound machine to see if Julia had turned into the head down position...and she was still breech, so everything went on as planned.
I was pretty scared, not knowing exactly what to expect. The anesthesiologist came in to talk about the spinal drugs I was going to get, then all the OR nurses came in to introduce themselves, and I could see all the assistants walking around in their booties and starting to get their gowns on as I sat in triage. Started freaking out a bit at this point and a few tears streamed down my face. Trevor looked over at me and looked a little concerned that I was getting upset. He assured me that he'd be right there with me.
They got the results back from the bloodwork they were waiting for and it was time for me to walk into the OR. Everyone in there had on masks with plastic shields protecting their eyes, and green scrubs and gowns. I zeroed in on the bed. It wasn't very wide...only enough for one body on there...narrower than a twin bed. They helped me up there and gave me the anesthesia in my back. The anesthesiologist must have hit some sort of nerve cause my right leg went tingly and I jumped a bit and my leg slipped off the stool it was propped on...a little scary...so he tried it in a different spot. He kept asking me to slouch over so he could get the medicine in the proper place. I wasn't slouching well enough for him...and had to remind him that it was hard to slouch with a huge beach ball in my lap! :o) He said I had the best posture. Ha! I draped myself onto my OB and she held me up as my 194 pound body relaxed into her. I remember apologizing for being so heavy on her. She assured me she was fine and told me that she'd have someone else come and hold her up if she couldn't hold me anymore. :o)
They laid me down on the table and kept asking me to help move my legs...HELLO! They just shot anesthetic in my back and expect me to move? Yeah, not really.
**and that is as far as I got with that post. I really wish I would have finished it...it was fun to re-read! Darn it all, anyway!!
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