On Dec. 10, 2005 I went into the hospital to have my babies. At about 10 p.m. they started me on the pitocin drip; it did nothing. Around 12 a.m. they tried the pitocin gel; it did nothing. Around 10 a.m. the resident comes into the room to check my dialation and I am only at four, which by the way is what I walked in at. So my doctor is consulted and they decide just to break my water. So at 12 p.m. that afternoon they broke it and BAM! I was in complete and total labor.
They immediately gave me Nubain; which if you have a choice -- get that, it's wonderful. All the nurses left me and my husband to rest and relax while they waited for me to dialate further. An hour later (seems like a long time doesn't it? It did to me too.) the nurse comes in to check on me. When she went to check the dialation she immediately pulled her hand out like something bit her and started jutting back and forth trying to decide what she should do. She finally yells: "Get the Resident!"
In all the commotion she has yet to explain what is going on. She finally turns around and informs us that the presenting baby is out. Out? That was my question too. It seems while they were having me rest and relax, and not checking in on me, my first son had been sitting in the birth canal waiting on someone to help him out a little bit. So we decide to do so. So while I'm pushing, waiting for the doctor to arrive, the resident informs me that we will be going to the operating room "just in case there is a problem."
"Oh no we're not," I'm thinking. So my doctor finally arrives around 1:15 p.m. and we get wheeled off to OR with videotape in hand. Everything went fine.
At 1:35 p.m. I had my first son Blair and at 1:40 p.m. I had my second son James. After my husband recovered (he got a little woosey there for a second) they informed us that Blair was going to have to be taken to the ICU immediately. Seems he had been too stressed out during the birth (wonder why?!) and his respiration was really low. Also there was a twin-twin transfusion where my second son stole all the blood from my first son.
So after Blair's hematoma on his head healed from sitting on my pelvis (a week later) and they both learned how to suck, we were able to go home; right before Christmas. Needless to say it was the best Christmas present ever.
