Against the predictions of many, I made it to my scheduled C-section on May 8. Bryan and I woke early (as if either of us had slept the night before!) and headed to the hospital. It was raining lightly – a quintessential spring drizzle. Bryan made a comment that the rain was perfect – a sign of new life.
We took one last belly picture before I donned my patient gown –
… and then it started feeling really, really real. Caregivers came in and out of the room, checking vital signs for me and the babies, introducing themselves, prepping me for surgery. My doctor came in and was beaming; he was so excited for me to make it as far as I did. I had a few signs of pre-eclampsia, but the treatment for that is delivery, so everything was on track to go well.
We left the pre-op room and headed to the OR. With a kiss, I left Bryan in the tiniest waiting room I’d ever seen, and then walked with my nurse to the OR itself. It was the oddest feeling to walk into the Operating Room and sit down on the operating table. People were buzzing all over the place, getting the final details in order. My spinal block was administered – by a resident, so sadly it wasn’t the simple “pinch” that everyone claimed it was and I was lowered onto the table. Bryan came in and sat on one side of me – and then, almost immediately, I heard our doctor say, “Dad, get your camera ready!”
And then a little human appeared over the drape. She was gray-tinged and not crying, but very much a healthy, little girl. She was whisked away by a special team that assessed her and then one minute later, her sister appeared. Bryan was able to accompany her to the table and gave me updates – “She’s turning pink already!”
Fortunately, both girls were able to stay with us in the OR for a while, which was incredible. Bryan took them to get weighed and measured while the team continued putting me back together, and then we all reunited in the recovery room.
We were in the recovery room for quite a while – lots of monitoring for me and also waiting for one of the larger, twin-friendly rooms. We finally got into our room close to 4 pm – and introduced the girls to their grandparents.
Ava Isabel was born at 9:46 am. She weighed 7 pounds, 1 ounce and was 18 inches long.
Madelyn Ruth was born at 9:47 am. She weighed 6 pounds, 5 ounces and was 18.5 inches long.
It was incredible to introduce the girls to their grandparents. While Ava and Madelyn were simply names Bryan and I both really liked, their middle names have significance – both are named after our maternal grandmas. So when we shared the names – which, amazingly – we’d kept secret this whole time – it was a magical moment. I will always remember the looks on my mom’s and my mother-in-law’s faces as they realized the tribute.
And the best part of any newborn post… pictures!