They Came Two By Two

I have been waiting many months to post about our little family growing by two. As of December 23rd our family grew to a large family of 5. Little Sophia Leigh was born at 2:32 am and weighed 5lbs 8 ozs. And Talon Robert was born at 2:33 am and weighed 5lbs 3ozs. They were born almost five weeks early. I was 35 weeks and two days pregnant when they were born.

The Birth Story

I started having contractions weeks ago. But those contractions did not produce labor so I was told to bear with them and inform the doctor if they worsen. So on Wednesday December 22nd. I thought was like any other day, full of fun contractions.....so I dealt with them and went and did my normal activities.

Jon texted me that morning and asked how I was feeling. My text back said, "I am contracting, I am sure I will just die a slow and lonely death."

Finally he came home and I fixed us dinner and we left our for Church. (Because after all, this is the norm. We just have to deal with it.) During church I sat there and contracted like crazy and had overwhelming hot flashes. But I kept telling myself, "this is good, just deal, just deal." FINALLY we made it home and I told Jon, please take Addison I need to lay down. I thought this would make me feel better, but NO! It was worse, so bad I began to cry. Jon said, "Honey are you ok?" (Around 10:30 pm)

"No, go get your bags ready." I could not believe those words came from my mouth. I was saving them for when something big happened, like my water breaking. But I knew I was hurting far worse than any normal person should have too...so we were going to get relief. The worse part came when he called his parents to let them know we were going to the hospital. I thought if we wake them up for nothing they are never going to trust me again....but they were notified and I think they were excited. After he hung up the phone I told him. "NO ONE IS TO BE EXCITED, about me HURTING!" I know...it was exciting. But when you have contractions you are not in a happy, joy, joy mood.

Jon loaded everything up. I am so thankful that I listened to him the day before when he told me to pack my bags and get ready. (I thought it would be bad luck to pack too soon...)But I packed them, so he loaded everything into the car.

Don't worry, we remembered Addison who was sleeping in her little bed. We left around 11:00pm. (oh by the way, I called the Doc to let him know we were on our way.)

So we get there and get checked in, and sadly I felt a little better. I was so upset, I just knew I had woke everyone up for NOTHING! Jon was going to kill me, Addison was going to kill me, and Jon's parents were going to kill me! I was still having contractions but they did not seem to hurt as bad. So they hooked me up, and started the watching game. I asked Jon please go look at the monitor and tell me how big they are. That rascal goes over there and says, "Hannah, that's a little bitty thing."

In my head panic starts, oh great I am a hypochondriac. Then he shows me and laughs..."You are really contracting, were having babies. "

A big sigh of relief. Then the nurse comes in to check for dilation. She informed me we were at a two.

Thirty minutes later the doc comes into the room to talk to me and see whats going on. We talk, he also checks for dilation. I am now a 4. WOW! It sets in that we are having babies!!!! He gets the ultrasound machine to check the babies and see where they are located. We find out that our little Talon has moved and we will have to do a C-Section pretty quick before I dilate much more. So everything starts going crazy around me. Everyone, telling me things, asking me things, and wanting things...aka, blood. And if you have ever been in labor, you know how easy it is to talk during contractions. But they take me away from Jon, which I DO NOT like, and start preparing me for delivery in the OR. I was calm though because I knew they would get me ready and let him come back. They decided to do a spinal block, for several reasons but one being that it would be quick. So they gave me a spinal and started waiting for it start working. But it never did, so we had to do plan B. Which was completely put me under. I am not sure why, but it scares me a little every time I am put under. When they told me this, I just wanted to see Jon. I knew he could not stay with me, but I just wanted to see him. So I asked the doctors, and with hesitation they let him in for just a second. As soon as I saw him, I started crying. This all was a lot to process, and a lot to deal with. So he came in, gave me sweet kisses and told me that this was ok, and he would be waiting for all of us outside. I needed him to say that...

So I woke up to a very sweet, but loud nurse yelling my name. Ok, maybe she was not yelling but it seemed like she was! As I woke up, I realized Jon was there....that was good. Then I realized I hurt, I really hurt. I start crying and tell Jon, I am hurt, I am really hurt. He said I know they are working on you, its ok. Apparently its not suppose to hurt that bad, because my spinal block would have worked. But it did not. So as soon as I came out of my sleep, I realized I was in pain and had to wait for the morphine to work. It was rough, good grief. When would this end? But even in that pain, I still wanted to know about my babies. So Jon told me everything that happened while I slept.....FINALLY, I was able to deal with the pain, and was able to see my sweet babies. They wheeled me over to the NICU. So, I never left my bed. But I was able to see the little babies that I had been carrying for the past 8 months.

They are beautiful and wonderful. We love them so much already.