July 2003

Well after a very rocky pregnancy with marital problems and Out-Law In-Law problems my boy and girl twins are born.  They came via emergency C-Section due to my blood pressure issues.

I woke up on the morning of the 24th feeling extremely ill.  I take my blood pressure and it's through the roof!  I call my doctor and she tells me to come in and not expect to return home.  I wasn't sure if I was going to be on hospital bedrest for the remainder of my pregnancy or if I was going to deliver.

I call Martin at work and he rushes home.  We call our nanny in early and we dart to the hospital.  I'm very sick all the way there.

We get to triage and I am put on Magnesium Sulfate to make sure I don't get Eclampsia; I already had pre-eclampsia.  If this got out of control I could have seizures or a stroke and possibly die.  

Within 3 hours of arriving at the hospital my doctor has me in the operating room and delivering.  Baby A my son was the first one out.  He cried and I felt relief!  Baby B; my daughter was than delivered and she needed oxygen.  They were both rushed to the NICU.  My son weighed 4lbs 11oz and my daughter weighed 3lbs 12oz.  

I was on medication that made me very ill; kind of strange but the medications that are supposed to help you can actually make you feel worse.  I felt horrible!  But my babies were doing fine considering they were 6 weeks early.  They were feeders and growers; they had to gain weight and learn to suck swallow and breath at the same time before they could get released.


It was heart breaking watching my babies with tubes and IVs in their little arms well they were in the NICU.  We got to feed them and change their diapers.  I remember having to scrub up everytime we entered the NICU.  I felt as if I was getting ready to perform surgery.


They finally get sent down to Pediatrics and they have their own room and I'm able to stay the night with them.  I listened to them breathe and looked at the color of their poop; boy the things we moms find encouraging is amazing.  


The doctors told me on day nine of them being in the hospital that they were most likely going home within a couple of days.  I decided to go home and get one night of sleep before bringing my babies home.  I layed down at 5pm and the phone rang; it was the hospital. They said I could come and get my babies.  I was thrilled and scared at the same time.  I called Martin at work and he rushes home.  We call a couple we know from our church and they come over and watch our oldest son.