Tuesday, November 30, 2010
The night before twin-mas
Tomorrow is my babies' 1 year birthday. One year. ONE YEAR? I am in complete disbelief. I'm about to say what millions of moms whose baby turned 1 will say, but I'm saying it and feeling it for the first time so bear with me while I state the obvious.
Where the hell did the year go? But at the same time ... the actual birth day seems like a really really long time ago. Right?
But wow, I remember that day so well.
The day before was a Monday and I hadn't been feeling well (surprise, surprise) so I called in sick to work. I spent most of the day on the couch watching TV feeling so very swollen and having contractions. Only I didn't know they were contractions. Having twins in my belly made for some really weird sensations especially when they moved at the same time, especially toward the end when there is no room in there and they feel like they are doing somersaults and punching your vagina from the inside. Well that's what Penelope was doing. Hunter was busy tickling my ribs with his foot. And by tickling, I don't mean the ha ha kind.
I got into a little argument on the phone with one of the OBs at the practice because she wanted to schedule me for a c-section after speaking with the specialist I had to see the week before. The same specialist who told me that it was unnatural for a woman to have twins. More on that jerk face another time. I was 36 weeks with head-down twins -- I wanted natural. They were in position! I don't like drugs. It was quite simple. At least it seemed that way to me.
I threw up in my mouth in the night and couldn't breathe. It felt like I had acid in my throat. I could only lay on my side but my arm kept falling asleep. The kind of asleep where it doesn't wake up for a long time. I didn't sleep much.
The next morning, I took a shower and didn't put makeup on. I was sitting around the house so I didn't need to, right? But then the movements in my belly got more intense. I called my doula. She got me to relax, told me she would come over, but I told her I was going to take a nap. I couldn't sleep ... more TV more contractions MORE INTENSE feelings to the point I was thinking OH MY GOD I CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE! And then I got hot. Something was off, but I just thought it was my excitement -- babies are coming. They were coming soon. And off to the hospital I went. I remember before leaving, I asked my husband if I should put makeup on. He laughed. I put on some mascara to help myself look presentable and off we were. And it turned out, they arrived that night.
My birth story ... it's all here. Oh it's a doozy. It's my doozy. The doozy that brought me an amazing little girl I call Bunny most of the time and my little Manny Man.
I'm so excited for their birthday that I took the day off so I can be with them all day.
This is one of the last photos taken of me during my pregnancy. Oooh memories. I so miss being pregnant. Sniffle.
Is the next year going to go as fast?