On July 9th I posted our weekly update for week 35. It is almost too perfect that in that post I made the confession that I was over being pregnant because at 4:45am that night my water broke.
Wednesday, July 9th.
The day was awful. I hurt all over, I was nauseous, the heartburn was so bad that I swear I could breathe fire, my feet were the size of watermelons and the girls were doing summer-salts to see how far my skin could stretch.
After work before Doug got home, I made to-do lists. I LOVE making lists! I covered the back of our side door so they didn’t get lost and anyone who came over could see them. I wanted to make sure if I wasn’t home for awhile everything was set. Here is a list of my lists {ha!}:
1. Instructions for how to take care of each set of pets; cats, guinea pigs and lizards.
2. When the trash came for pick up.
3. Where the recycle bin and returnable’s were.
4. Last minute items to add to the hospital bag before we left.
5. Last minute things to do before we left for the hospital. i.e.: turn the air on, close all windows, take out trash, feed all animals, etc.
Now, naturally when my husband came home he called me crazy. However, hours later I would be thanked for all my super organizational skills. After he called me crazy and asked me about my day he said the following, “Can you have the girls tomorrow? Work was so crazy today and I really don’t want to go back tomorrow.” I swear to you he said that.
That night Doug had a hockey game and I tried to go to bed early hoping the next day wouldn’t be as awful.
Thursday, July 10th
That night my cats were all over me and working in shifts. One wouldn’t get down until the other one jumped up and sat on me. I got up frequently for some milk, use the bathroom and just to MOVE. At 4am I was feeling pretty bad. Now thinking back on it, I probably felt awful because of all the contractions. Thing is, I didn’t think anything of it because I had been having contractions for weeks. Especially since baby A, my stretchy baby Amelia, pushed or flipped it would make me contract.
Standing in the bathroom at 4:45am I realized Sophie didn’t follow me in the bathroom. She was pacing outside the door and meowing very loudly. I thought it was strange. I took one step and my water broke. Thankful I made it off the carpet I was then afraid to move. My balance was already bad, feet swollen and sore and now I was standing in water. I didn’t want to slip and fall! I woke up Doug and as he stood in the bathroom doorway half asleep, squinting from the bathroom light and registering what was happening a huge smile crossed his face. He goes, “You couldn’t wait until we got more sleep?” Ohhh how everyone wishes they married a comedian! This is where my crazy lists made me the hero! We were excited but exhausted. I hadn’t slept in about 8 months and Doug had worked all day, played hockey and didn’t sleep for more than 3 hours. We didn’t forget anything. BOOM. Go me.
At the hospital things moved pretty quick. We knew I was going to have to a C-Section because the 2nd baby, Amelia, was breech and we didn’t know how big they were. Our next growth scan wasn’t until that Monday, the last measurements were a month earlier and they were just 4lbs. The operating room was packed. U of M is a teaching school so the room not only had the regular staff but then interns and residents. All of them were very excited – we were their first set of twins! I had no idea how full the room was until Doug came in and said, “Holy smokes, there are so many people in here!”
At 9:35am Abigail was born. She came out screaming bloody murder and we knew right away her lungs were okay. Hearing that first cry was surreal. That sound was our baby. Our baby and we still had one more to go! At 9:36am Amelia was born. I could hear the doctor saying, “Come on sweetie, c’mon” and I started to panic that she wasn’t breathing but the staff was laughing. Apparently Amelia had a very shocked and disgusted look on her face. She wasn’t a fan of the cool air, bright lights and all those people. Then they started screaming in unison and the room started laughing more. Doug was running back and forth between me and the babies until they got checked out. When they announced how big they were, relief washed over me and the doctors were patting me on the arm saying, “12lbs of baby! Go mama!” The girls spent 1.5 hours in NICU for low blood sugar. They had some formula and their sugar went back to normal so it was just for monitoring. Though they were not premature for mono/di twins, they were still early on the 40 week scale. Seeing their little faces for the first time was the best feeling ever. Words can’t describe the feeling of love, relief, joy, and just peace that washes over you. We made it. They were okay and actually here.
We were so lucky. We ARE so lucky. They are the best. GO TEAM V! ❤
Abigail Cecelia Vanderlooven (below)
Born July 10th at 9:35am
6lbs 1oz and 18.5 inches long
Amelia Margaret Vanderlooven (below)
Born July 10th at 9:36am
6lbs even and 19 inches long