That seems to be our letter..."C". As in Cylde & Charles & Cesarian. *Uh-oh*
That was pretty much my reaction too when I realized it was inevitable. Hindsight, it was the best thing for my babies, but I'd like to explain a bit for documentation purposes. Because my boys were mono-di twins, they shared a placenta and extracted from the same nutritional/blood supply. I was told 4 out of 5 twins who have this placenta experience 'growth disparity' prior to 32 weeks resulting in many times an early delivery. Hence the reason I went to the Dr. on average once but later in the pregnancy twice a week for an ultrasound. After 32 weeks, statistically the chances of one of the babies cutting off the blood supply of the other baby goes up. Devastating thought. TMI? Sorry. So at 35 weeks, my Dr. said this was a success and suggested we not run our risks. I was so nervous at what I might be doing to our boys by consenting to pre-term labor. But I highly revere and love my doctor (thats what weekly appointments and 1,000 questions later will do).
So 35 weeks was it. Success not by many's standards but for my little mono-di's, as we call it, it was. But I still thought I'd have a fair shot at a 'non-cesarian.' But unlike most twin situations at 35 weeks, my cervix was completely tight and I wasn't even close to dilating. But then again, this was the very thing I had been praying for all along to avoid bed rest. Funny how in one appointment that desire changed. So... inducing labor would ask my body to go from 1 to 100 in a limited window of time. I wasn't even effaced (whatever that means). So a C it was.
This is right before heading into the hospital. Vainish, maybe... But I don't think I've ever felt so beautiful as I did that morning walking into the hospital. Wearing little ones will do that to you. I did feel a little deprived with an early delivery and by never experiencing labor pains. But that's silly I know.
A scheduled delivery was much like my wedding day--so much anticipation and preparation for the moment. There are so many things that need to be done 'one last time.' So many tender moments leading up to the big day.
My Dr. on the right. I love him so much. Amazing!
& fav. nurse on left.
Before heading in...
Best moment ever. Andrew was given Charles who then placed him on my chest.
Such a sad face sticking out his bottom lip. His dad has that one mastered too.
This moment (below) didn't last long enough. I couldn't focus on one. I kept looking left, right, left, right. After a minute they suggested Daddy hold them. Great idea until they wisked them away for monitoring. I never thought I'd say this but the surgery went way too fast. Andrew talking/singing right in my ear the whole time had the most calming affect on me. I wasn't chill though.
Favorite pic from the hospital (below).