A Multiples C-Section Story

First I’d like to thank Eliza for inviting me to participate on her blog and during a blogathon nonetheless!  Anyone who knows me knows I love to talk about my kids.  I know having twins isn’t quite as special these days – with Jon and Kate Plus Eight and the Dilley Sextuplets and all those mega births – but to me, it has been the most amazing journey I could have ever hoped or dreamed.

When I first suspected I was pregnant, I rushed to the drug store to purchase a pregnancy test.  After reading the instructions, I shuffled to the restroom to see what the dot on this test would reveal.

Because I was not married and because I’d just broken up with my boyfriend, I was genuinely hoping for a false alarm.  Knowing that the dot was supposed to turn pink for pregnant in about 3 minutes.  When the dot turned black in 30 seconds, I assumed something was faulty with the test and returned to purchase another test.  Same result.

I gave up!

I scheduled an appointment at my local Planned Parenthood – I figured I’d just cut to the chase and get the real test.  It was positive.

I told my ex-boyfriend the news and we decided to get back together to see if we couldn’t make it work. 

Just before Thanksgiving that year, we had our ultrasound done.  My doctor did one ultrasound to rule out birth defects.  During that ultrasound, I became very nervous.  Especially when he left the room and returned with his office manager.  He was pointing at the screen and talking code of some sort.  I demanded to know what was wrong – they said nothing was wrong but that I should be looking into doubling everything I was getting for the nursery.

When I went home that day, I went with a six pack of beer in hand.  While I knew this man was not the man I would want to spend the rest of my life with – he was going to be the father of my twins and I needed help with two babies – so the talk of marriage began and New Years Eve of that year, we married.

Less than three months after getting married, I was visiting with a friend and playing Rummy when my water broke.  That has to be the worst feeling on the planet for someone who is as O.C.D. as me.  Ick!

Like it or not, the babies were coming six weeks premature.

Upon arriving at the hospital, I was asked if contractions had begun – having been hospitalized with “false labor” that I never felt prior to this hospital visit – I honestly wasn’t sure if contractions had begun.  About half way up on the elevator ride, I learned quickly what a contraction was.

Let the poking and prodding begin!

After a few tests and routine examinations, the doctor came in and told me I had two options – 1. I could have one natural and one caesarian or 2.  I could have both c-section.

Seriously!  Those were my options.  I know most every woman on the planet would’ve likely had the same response I did – that being Take Them Both – Take Them NOW!

What am I?  StooPID?  NO way in hell was I going to have stitches in BOTH places and four hours of feeling like a watermelon was being winched out of my ribcage was just about enough.

At 8:30 that night I had two beautiful, but very tiny babies.  Trey was 3 lbs. 14 oz. and Dakota was 4 lbs. 7 oz.  Both were 17 inches long.

I was very fortunate to have such healthy babies who would come home at 7 and 12 days.

I’ve never been one to be kept down for very long and was released from the hospital at 2 days.  I went home and began preparing for my babies to come home.  On the 3 day following my c-section, I was running the vacuum and moving furniture.  In hindsight, I realize just how stupid that was and how much damage it could have caused me – but at the time it seemed like a good idea.

Fast forward 15 years later – today my 3 pound baby boy began his first job at a local farm.  He’s learning how to farm and milk cows.  He’s so excited to be working and saving for his first car. 

They don’t look anything alike – they don’t act anything alike – but I look at them so many times and am so thankful that I was special enough to be given two wonderful baby boys who have grown to be mama’s boys and are darned proud of it!

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This post was written by Gayla McCord of MomGadget.com