Wednesday, December 30, 2009

My Birth Story



Originally my girls were suppose to be born on December 30 (today). I went to se Hutch on December 20th. It had been a strange pregnancy week for me. For the most part being pregnant was fairly easy for me. I only puked once and if you take away the nasty stretch marks I had it pretty easy. However, the Sunday before I was at Josh's parents house. I took my shoes off and when I left my feet wouldn't fit into them again. I shoved them in and went home. The next morning I woke up and it looked as if my "cankles" and feet belonged to someone who should weigh about 700 pounds. Of course I was devastated, to have to wear flip flops in the winter; but whatever, I delt with it. By Thursday I had been having my share of Braxton Hicks contractions only they didn't really hurt, they just made me feel out of breath. They took my blood pressure and it was elevated enough that they made me stay and relax so that they could take it again. Apparently between the swelling, blood pressure, and "changing" happening "upstairs" Hutch decided to take them on Monday.



Oh Boy...



So we roll around to Monday. I call my sister in law and she came over to French Braide my hair for me. After all, I couldn't have an ugly first hospital picture after my girls were born. We went and saw Hutch just to make sure things were pregressing nicely. While waiting in the waiting room to see him I met a lady that had just had her second set of twins. This time they were girls the last time they were boys. I seem to be hearing about that a lot lately. It just so happens that this woman is one in the same with the one I heard yelling to "Get Them Out" when I was about 33 weeks pregnant. Funny how that works.

So Hutch sends us over to Jordan Valley Medical Center. We get checked in and it takes twice as long because I have to sign release forms for me and both girls. It took us about 25 minutes and I was even pre-registered. The took me into this really nice room and gave me a gown to put on. Well the gown would have fit just fine if I didn't have a huge belly to accomodate. So it didn't cover about 8" of my butt. Fine, just get a bigger gown. Apparently they only have regular size and super super size because that one I couldn't even keep on my shoulders. I ended up wearing two regular gowns, just one was backwards. The put the monitors on my belly and they gave me two nurses. One was very nice, she seemed to be the more experienced one. The other one, didn't crack a smile one time. She was the one doing my IV. I don't particularly care for needles so Josh came up and held my hand while I stared at his face. My hand was on fire and I could feel her "fishing" around. I watched as Josh's face went white and he said, "I think I need to sit down". At that point I look at my hand and there is no IV in it, just a blown up vain pour blood out all over my hand and arm. Thankfully the more experienced nurse took pitty on me and did my IV in my right hand instead. The IV was the worst part of the labor experience for me.



I only stayed in my room about 30 minutes signing more forms and getting fluids when my favorite person at that hospital walked in, Ron, my anesthesiologist. He was amazing. So concerned about me and any fears I might be having. He stayed with me the whole time. Walking me to the operating room and then rolling me to my room. He even stopped by every day to see me and the babies. He was awesome. We went to the OR and I was shaking. I was terrified on the spinal block but Ron was joking with Josh and I while he was explaining everything he was doing. It didn't really hurt, felt more like a small sting for about 5 seconds; but when he put the needle through into my spinal fluid my leg jerked and I was instantly numb. Weird feeling. I was already on the operating table so they laid me down and put up the screen so I couldn't see what they were doing. They put warm towels on my arms and got my belly washed. Hutch was of course running a little late. So while waiting Josh, Ron, the nice nurse, and I were all talking about vacationing. We had been waiting for about 25 minutes when all of a sudden it dawned on me and I asked Josh if I was naked. He confirmed that for me and I instantly turned red. Honestly, who has casual conversation with people they barely know in the buff. Apparently I do.



Hutch arrived at about 12:50. He started and the only way to explain the way it felt is to say that I could feel most everything but that it didn't hurt. I felt Madisyn be born and Kaitlyn turning. I felt Hutch put his arm in me to bring Kaitlyn out head first (he took Madisyn feet first). The weirdest feeling was the vaccum inside me sucking out the fluid, it greatly resembles the spit sucker at the dentist just bigger. They took the girls to the NICU for observation and Josh and I had already decided that he was not to leave them. I only saw Kaitlyn for about three seconds before they left. Ron stayed by my head and kept rubbing my arm and holding my face to talk to me. I was extremely grateful for him. In the end I was cut, stretched, soddered, sewn, and stapled over seven different layers. The babies spent about 7 hours in the NICU and I wasn't able to go see them unitl 7:30. All I got was some pictures. It was the most terrifying and amazing thing I have ever experienced. It was more than worth what pain I did experience to have these perfect little babies.

Josh and I and Ron going into Surgery!






Sunday, December 27, 2009

Meet ...


Madisyn Paige Gubler
Born: December 21, 2009 @ 1:01 pm
17 1/2" Long
5 lbs 15 oz


and...



Kaitlyn Rae Gubler
Born: December 21, 2009 @ 1:02pm
17" Long
5 lbs 9 oz

We are so in love with our girls, they bring us joy beyond anything we ever imagined.

Friday, December 18, 2009

D - Day = Monday

So I went to see Hutch again yesterday. Last week when I saw him things were moving along okay. I wasn't swelling much at all, I was dialating but no effacement was happening. So he put me on the schedule for a C-Section on December 30th at 6:30 in the morning. So I told my work that my last day was going to be Friday the 18th. I figured that would give me a week to relax and do the whole Christmas thing.

Well...

Change of plans. I went to the doctor yesterday. On Monday my feet started to swell a little bit and by yesterday I looked like my feet should belong to a 700 lb woman. Hutch "checked" me and told me that there was "a lot of change happening" then looked at his nurse and said schedule me for Monday at Noon. He was on his way to deliver a baby so I didn't get a chance to talk to him. When the nurse came back she took my blood pressure and it was high. So she has me lay on my side for a while and then came back in to check again. My blood pressure had gone down a little bit so she sent me home with instructions to not vaccume or sit too long or stand to long or lay down too long. I need to be mobile but relaxed.

So...

Now I'm in a mad rush with time to get all my little things finished and ready for them, without stressing myself out. It's all happening fast and the thought of getting a spinal block when I'm not in pain just causes me a bit of anxiety. I am so excited to see my babies but at the same time my life is changing forever and sometimes I wonder what in the world I was thinking.

Friday, December 11, 2009

Open Season?

I've often wondered since I got pregnant if the entire world thinks because I am pregnant that they are free to comment on everything about me. It's amazing the people that feel like it's their place to make judgement. The worst are the women. I've had the extreme on both ends, people that let me know I'm huge and those who think I'm way too small. My Mom suggested I get a shirt that says "Go To He--" on it, or maybe even stop them mid sentence with "If you're making a rude comment, don't talk to me". I thought I would compile a list of some of the comments I've received.
1- "You're not a house, you're a duplex!"
2- Once finding out we were having twins ... "Oh, what fertility drugs did you take?"
3- "That studio apartment is too small!"
4- "You are starving those babies!"
5- "You should get a belly cast, you wont believe how huge you are after their born!"
6- "You just look bigger everyday!"
7- "Oh my Gosh, are you sure there are two in there" (not sure if that was a "your too small" or a "there might be three or four", I wasn't asking.)
8- "Oh, there's that waddle we've been watching for!"
9- "YOU ARE SO HUGE, DON'T POP!" (yelled at me in Kohl's)
... And my favorite
10- "You should stay sitting, it hurts my feelings to watch you walk!"

Yeah, people are awesome! Seriously, I will never tell a pregnant girl that she is anything but beauitful.

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Hair Maintenance

So... tomorrow I got to the doctor again. I'm scheduled for an ultrasound, stress test, appointment and most likely he's going to "check" me. So I thought, I don't want the doctor to think I'm all gross and hairy so I was going to shave. Now... I can reach the bottom part of my legs just fine; but the higher up I get the harder it is to reach. I asked Handsome if he would mind just shaving the inside of my leg. You would have thought I just asked him to jump off the roof. He got this horrified look on his face and took the razor from me. He got close and started shaking, I'm sure you can see where this is going. The inside never got shaved. This just leads me to question, how in the world a guy can shave his face and throat without a mirror but yet can't seem to shave a leg while he's staring at it? Honestly, it's not like it's gonna bite him!

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Help!

I am a Book Lover. So much so that I have taken to collecting books. I'm all about Hardback books. I know, most people love paperbacks but not me. One of my favorite things to do is curl up on the couch and lose myself in a good novel.

However, my girls dont agree with me. In fact, I haven't even been able to finish one book my entire pregnancy. It's sad really, I've sortof let my brain go to mush. I honestly can't sit still and concentrate for a long enough period of time to absorb anything I'm reading. I find myself reading the same sentence over and over wondering to myself when in the world I got so stupid. It's taking it's tole.

So now that I am just about finished with this pregnancy I am longing for a good book to read; but here's my problem - What book? I need suggestions.