So, I finally have a few minutes to post Brady and Jaxon's Birthday story...
June 21st was our scheduled induction day at exactly 38 weeks. I couldn't sleep at all the night before, so when our alarm clock went off at 5 am, I was already awake. Following procedure, I had to call L&D to make sure they had room for me and when I got the thumbs up. I jumped in the shower, that's where the nerves started setting in.
We gathered my bag and the diaper bag along with my DD and DS and headed to the hospital. My BFF was already there waiting to take my kids to stay with her during my hospital stay. By 7 am, I was in my room and ready to go. My mom and MIL were both there with DH and I. After my two wonderful nurses had me all hooked up, we discovered I was contracting pretty regularly on my own. They had to stick me twice to get my IV in, which left a bruise that lasted for 2 weeks. Sometime around 9 am, my OB appeared, checked my cervix (which was 3 cm), broke my water, and then went on about her day.
The order for pitocin came in a little while later, and I got started on that. My contractions were slowly intensifying, but not as painful as I remembered at that point. It was left up to me when to get my epidural which was necessary just in case of an emergency c-section. I decided around 12:30 pm to hold off until 1:30 since I wasn't in a lot of pain and wasn't looking forward to actually getting the epi. They started squeezing some bag of fluid into my IV at that time and called their pain guy to let him know I was ready.
Getting the epi in wasn't horrendous, far from fun, I was glad when it was over. Of course once it was in, they upped my pitocin. DH made a Starbucks run since he had a window of opportunity. I was looking forward to a small nap while he was gone. The only problem was... the epi didn't take on my left side! Which was the side the presenting baby, Brady, was on. So, with my contractions on top of each other, thanks to the high pitocin, and my half an epidural... I was suddenly in the worst pain out of all my labors, hands down. DH arrived, with coffee in hand, having run up 10 flights of stairs since the elevators were taking too long, to find me in tears and writhing in pain.
During the very short breaks between contractions, I noticed how nervous and helpless poor DH was. I tried so hard to be tough, but the pain was unreal and the end of each one could be felt in my butt. I kept telling the nurses I felt like I was "gonna crap". LOL (after the fact!)
Pitocin was slowed and the "happy" man returned. He asked a couple questions before injecting something into my epi line that made all my pain magically disappear. I was numb to my toes! But after 45 minutes of God awful pain, I did not mind at all. I got about 10 minutes of a nap when my OB reappeared to check me. She barely touched me and said that it was time to go because "his head is right there".
The whirlwind began!
I was suddenly surrounded by people unhooking my IV and monitors from where they were plugged in to move me to the OR. DH was taken to get "prepped". My mom and MIL were giddy like little girls. In the midst of all this, I was in a dream-like state that lasted well after delivery. Everything seemed so surreal and out of my control. It was the weirdest feeling that intensified as I entered the OR. I felt suddenly overwhelmed in the almost spaceship-like room with all the bright lights and people hurrying about.
A masked man, whom I assumed to be another doctor, walked in with the most beautiful brown eyes that smiled a mile wide at me... it took me a minute to realize it was my DH! It was at that time that I noticed the two stations for the boys off to my left and began sobbing due to a flood of emotions. I was so happy and relieved that we were about to meet our sons and so intimidated at the thought that in a few minutes, our lives would be forever changed.
After pushing with three contractions, Brady Edward Dean was welcomed into the world at 4:55 pm. They laid him on my chest while daddy cut his cord and he looked up at me with his round, chubby face and big, beautiful eyes like his daddy's. He was so peaceful and calm. And HUGE at 7 lbs 6 oz 20 inches!
Fifteen minutes later, after a little oxygen break and just a few more pushes, Jaxon Matthew Ray arrived. I was shocked at how different he looked from his older brother. His gorgeous little face was longer and thinner like his Mama's and he seemed so much smaller at 6 lbs 7 oz 20 inches. His visit with me was considerably shorter because they whisked him over to his station to work on getting him to cry.
In my strange trance, I just remember Jason going back and forth between the babies, keeping watch over everything. They handed me both babies to hold as they wheeled me back to the room I labored in. I cried as the grandmas got to say their first hellos and put both boys to breast for about five minutes apiece.
However, shortly after that, I suddenly became very recluse from everything going on around me. I'm not sure if it was hormones, all the pain meds, or just being in shock (maybe all three), but I felt awful. I felt very sick to my stomach and was uncontrollably shaking even under piles of heated blankets. I had been starving all day long and was finally allowed to try to eat which made me feel worse. As they transferred me to another bed to take me to my postpartum room, I started throwing up everything I had just tried to eat.
I was back to my normal self by the next morning, making up for the time I couldn't spend with my brand new sons the day before. Over three weeks later, I'm still just amazed by them and just in awe by these two wonderful miracles we've been blessed with.