(I had twins and it turned me into a Southern belle.)
(And if this post doesn’t make sense: I am tired, because, Surprise Surprise, there were 2 babies in me. And 2 babies equals 2x the babies as 1 baby. I wasn’t expecting that, to be honest….)
Anyways, 3 weeks ago ( how was it 3 weeks already!?!) Louisa and Beatrix came into the world screaming their heads off.
Let me tell you the story. It will be short because I hear Louisa grunting and she will want to eat. Again.
My section was booked for 8 am, but we got bumped for an emergency c section. We didn’t make it into the operating room until around 11 am. It was hard to wait, though I tried to enjoy it, knowing I wouldn’t have peaceful moments where I could read my book relatively uninterrupted for a long while. But I was also eager to meet the twins. So my emotions were all tossed up.
When we were finally brought to the operating room, I remembered how much I hate surgery. There are all these machines and people and medical stuff and modesty doesn’t seem important (well, my modesty, everyone else was allowed to stay clothed.) But I was brave, and stepped into the room all by my self, without having to be corralled and forcibly pushed in because I was trying to escape (this is what happened with Atticus’ birth. True story)
Kingston is a teaching hospital, so for every doctor/nurse there is a student/resident/follower. It makes for a very full operating room. Throw in 2 pediatric teams and a bunch of medical students excited to see a twin c-section and it felt like a party.
A party where I am cut open like an offering.
This was my worst c section. I don’t know if my reaction to the anesthesia is changing or if its a different cocktail of drugs every time, but I feel more out of it with each section. However, this section I was able to see my babies be born which was the most incredible sight in the world. They both came out crying loudly and I was overcome with all the emotions. That feeling meeting your baby (ies) for the first time and thinking “I know you,” is incredible.
The pediatric teams on standby didn’t even wait for the cord of Beatrix to be clamped before they left saying that they clearly were healthy babies. There are a lot of complications that can come with twin pregnancies, and I am so thankful for their health.
Like I said, this was my worst section. Will couldn’t really hold either twin on me because I was so out of it. This breaks my heart, but Will did an admiral job watching and snuggling them while I was being stitched up. 🙂
Louisa reminds me of Vivien in both looks and character. She took to breastfeeding like it’s her right and will let me know if there is something wrong. Or if she is waking up. Or if she just wants to be heard. I am so excited to have another loud child. (<- that is sarcasm.)
Beatrix, who looks like Atticus, took longer to get used to feeding and still likes to take her time. She is the calmer one, so far.
Atticus and Vivien absolutely love their sisters. I am surprised with (mostly) how gentle they are. It is amazing to see my 4 kids together. My heart overflows with joy.