When we first found out that we were having twins, I searched all over the internet for information about twin deliveries. Would I likely be scheduled for a c-section? Would I just go into labor spontaneously? Where do babies come from anyway? Kidding. Really though, nothing could prepare me for going into labor with Hudson and Hunter. In a previous post, I had spared you all the details of my delivery of the twins who are now almost 8 months old. While I’m going to leave out most of the gore and the minor information, I’ll let you all in on what it’s like to experience two very different deliveries, as a result of one pregnancy.
Hudson came out first. This is fitting, because he was the one who broke his water 11 days earlier, putting me in the hospital until delivery time. Clearly, he wanted out, and so out he came. He was easy as pie, to be honest. Maybe 10 minutes went by, a little bit of pushing, and BAM, a baby came out. Delivery complete. Thanks weightlifting, for giving me those good pushing muscles!
Hunter had been positioned head down, just like Hudson. However, this changed quite quickly. If you ask me, Hunter probably caught a glimpse of the real world and thought, “Screw this $hit,” and crawled back into the newly open space to hang out. He was now head up, which meant that my awesome doctor had to give me the options of either an emergency c-section or “manipulating” Hunter into being head down again. Who wants to recover from a vaginal delivery AND a c-section? No one! So, he pushed on my stomach until the little guy was re-positioned. This felt less than fantastic, and in the meantime, I just laid in the operating room listening to things like, “that’s a lot of blood,” and “we need to clean that up.” I couldn’t see the mess, though, so, no big deal! The nurses were actually great and made me laugh a lot.
Since the doctor was able avoid a c-section for Hunter, I was brought back to my regular delivery room. He still didn’t feel like making his way out, so we had to wait. That’s right, I gave birth to one baby and sat around for two hours to wait for the other. Did it feel strange to hang out with one baby in me and one out? Not really. It more or less looked strange. My stomach had collapsed a bit, but I could still tell there was a baby in there. How did I keep my mind off of the situation while we waited? Well, luckily, technology is great and I was able to fill family and friends in on what was happening. It was our close friend Matt’s birthday, as well as my friend Beth’s birthday, so clearly, this was the time to send them messages and write on their Facebook walls. That’s what most people do during labor, right? If you find yourself under similar circumstances, you will be doing whatever you can to occupy your time, I promise.
When Hudson was settled into the NICU, Derrick went to visit him. A few minutes after he left for the NICU, the doctor told me that Hunter needed to come join us. He was close to the exit, but once again, not in the ideal position. If he stayed in any longer though, there was a chance that he would grow stressed and “freak out” a little, which he might have been too small to handle. A nurse went to grab Derrick and once he returned, the games began.
The nice and easy delivery of Hudson was clearly a far cry from what was happening with Hunter. After a few minutes of pushing, it was decided that he needed a little more help. The doctor reached in multiple (yes, multiple) times to feel for him. He would reach in, find a limb, come out, go back in, find a finger, come out, and so on. I can list a million things that felt better than this. I even asked the nurse if the epidural was still working, because I felt what was going on. Turns out it was still working. Once Hunter’s head was finally in the right spot, it was time for forceps. Up until this moment, I had always thought of forceps as a small tool to grab food with, or something like that. Now, when I think of forceps, I imagine giant metal clamps that could grasp a watermelon. Yay!
Anyway, a few pushes later, with the assistance of the giant forceps on Hunter’s noggin, he was out! As he was on his way to the NICU to join his brother, I was still on the hospital bed. Unfortunately, delivery was not over. Thanks a lot, mom friends! None of you warned me about delivering the placenta. Even after all that I had been through, this was the absolute worst part of labor. Yes, Hunter made us wait, yes, it was painful to have my stomach pushed on, and yes, it hurt when the doctor went fishing for body parts. Still, the placenta was worse. Do you know what happens if it doesn’t detach all of the way? The doctor sticks his arm inside you again to grab the leftovers and scrape them out. It is at this point, that you are finally done.
Now, who wants to have a baby? Ha!
I didn’t mean to scare anyone, but just thought I’d share the story. The hospital and staff were amazing from my bed rest, to my recovery. Things just got a little more complicated than expected, but that’s how it was all supposed to unfold. I’m not going to go into the fun of the first shower after delivery, but just imagine the prom scene from “Carrie” with the pig’s blood, and we can stop there.
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