So...the blog. For the twins. Here it is. Are you excited? I am.I've been thinking about blogging for a while now. First it was going to be about me getting pregnant. Then I was gonna blog about my pregnancy and all the crazy shit that happens to your body and mind...and now, well, the babies are here. So it's going to be about them. And me. But mostly them.
So...I'll quickly rewind 3 weeks, from today. (at 2:o4 and 2:05 AM will be their 3-week birthdays)
Above is the last picture of the twins before birth. Sexy. I know. Harvey knows. My OB and half of NYU residents and students know. Oh yeah.
Anyway, it was your typical Thursday. (July 31) My last day of work was Tuesday. I was going to my weekly doctor appointment at NYU. Went into my ultrasound and Baby "B" wasn't moving. Not one little bit. Dr. Seubert was concerned. Real concerned. Although I had told him it was probably because I only had eaten a bagel he was still worried. He sent me up to labor and delivery to be monitored. I quickly grabbed a nasty grilled cheese from the cafeteria, inhaled it and headed upstairs where I was told I would be hooked up to these monitors for 4-6 hours.
So I called Harvey to let him know. But not to worry. I was sure everything was fine. And sure enough, after I got a little food in me (I also had half of a massive chocolate chip cookie) Baby "B" was break dancing all over the place. Harvey was still concerned, and left work early to come up to the hospital. Dr. S came in around 5:00 to tell me that he thought we should deliver the babies tonight! What??? Tonight? On Thursday? I wasn't supposed to have them until Monday. Harvey soon arrived and I told him what the doc had suggested. We were umming and awing...I think because it came as such a shock. The doc came back and with his brilliant bedside manner said,
"Now I don't want to scare you. But a patient of mine had the same thing happen a few weeks back. And you know what, she came back a couple days later and one of the babies was dead."OK, then. We'll have the babies tonight!
Of course I started crying cause we didn't have any of our stuff. That big bag I had packed a month and a half ago was still sitting in our living room. The only thing I really wanted was our camera. We had to have a camera! Clearly at the time I had no idea how awful I would look after the birth...or that I would be shaking uncontrollably not able to pose for any pics but that's another story.
This already feels like it's getting too long, so I'll make the rest brief.
-We borrowed a camera from Bram & Eden who lived close by. Thanks guys!
-Maria came up to the hospital got our keys, went back to Hoboken, got my big hospital bag and came back to NYU. ( i wanted to at least pay her for parking but we still haven't done so)
-We called the family in Boston. Mathew, Lena, Mom & Dad all jumped in their cars and arrived before I went into the for delivery. (Don't worry, Jennie came up really really REALLY early the next morning.)
-Harvey and I watched "The World's Stupidest Competitions" on True TV. The highlight was a competition in the UK where they strap young kids to sheep and see how long they can hold on for.
-I got wheeled into the operating room, finally, round 1:00 AM.
-Had the epidural which gave me a panic attack for about 5 minutes -- i tried to literally jump off the operating table but no one would let me. "I can't breathe" I said. "Of course you can breathe, you're talking" the anesthesiologist shouted back.
-Harvey came in all scrubbed up.
-The curtain went up and there were a gazillion people looking at my vagina. But I didn't care. I felt like I could breathe again and I was about to have 2 babies.
