THEY'RE HERE Perhaps a little early by some standards, but not a day too soon by others.
See the pictures! Herein lies the whole tale.As noted in a previous post, the beloved ob doc made a housecall midday on Saturday, the 22nd. Lara had progressed slightly, so he continued to hold out for a Wed. office visit and forbade Lara from making a trip into the hospital to visit Carla and Roman. She was bummed. We hung out Saturday evening, I made a fairly late trip to the Wegmans.Lara awoke about 4 in the morning from contractions, nothing new there, and sleepily took her meds to prevent more contractions. She continued to have contractions and noticed some odd changes in them. (You can see this coming in hindsight, can't you?) She woke me at around 4:45, saying "maybe we should pack" and then we debated the issue for a few minutes as she suspected the contractions were subsiding. "Good", I thought, "I can get a few more hours sleep before Hannah wakes up'. Then, another contraction and midway through, she feels a 'pop', jumps up and exclaims "s***, my water broke" and proceeds to hop off the bed faster than she has in months. It's about 4:55 am.So much for the debate. I called the ob docs page service and told them what was up. They leisurely took the info and told me to call them back if we hadn't heard anything from the doc in 20 minutes. I didn't tell them, but I thought, "ahh, we'll be in the hospital in 20 minutes". The sequence of events with Hannah's arrival indicated that things could really go fast from the water breaking to delivery so we weren't about to dawdle. Of course, we still hadn't really packed a bag.We scrambled to get things together and got out the door, Nona waving goodbye from the garage, Hannah still sleeping in her bed.We roll into Strong at around 5:30 and head immediately for labor and delivery triage. We called and woke Gloria on the way in.No 'ifs' about Lara's status now so it's a totally different mindset with the staff. A quick exam and ultrasound show that Lara has indeed progressed a bit further so they move her into a labor and delivery room and get on the horn to anesthesia to get the epidural started. Again, we didn't want things to go too fast and miss that option. Some discussion ensues about who is technically baby A and who is baby B. These babies were alternating position along the way, we had no idea who was really coming first. Ultrasound also showed baby B with her hand up over her head, the likely culprit for breaking her water. Fortunately, she draws it back down so it won't provide complications during delivery.Gloria arrives in record time from Buffalo, about 6:45am.Carla was still in her room after delivering Roman the day before so we get word to her and she comes bouncing in, still in her pajamas. Another check and Lara is past 6 cm at about 8am
Anesthesia finally arrives. We call a friend whose an anesthesia resident to get her stamp of approval on the resident on call, while he's actually in the room. Turns out, he's really great, even hangs around past his shift to make sure Lara's comfortable. Gotta love your anesthesiologist. While he's working, I'm feeling ultracrappy: woozy, weak, naueseaous. I was afraid I was going to be sitting this one out. Fortunately, the feeling passes when things get serious. Once numbed, Lara steadily moves to 8cm.Anne arrives to lend moral support and help Carla look after Roman, its about 9 am.A little after 10am and another check puts Lara at 10cm. It's time.Along the way, we've switched attending physicians but that's okay, we're cool with either one. We discuss some of the possibilities for delivery and get ready. The OR is standard procedure for a multiple birth but it feels scarier to us. Gloria and I get gowned up and follow Lara and the docs into the OR. The place is already jumping. I think at the time of delivery there were about 14 people in there not including the babies. Lara, me, Gloria, the attending, the chief, an R2, several labor nurses, OR tech, anesthesia, and at least 4 peds residents to take care of the babies.I bring the digital camera and the SLR, but no video. I knew I wouldn't shoot too much, there are more important things to focus on now.Everyone gets set and then we wait for the anesthesioligist to arrive (a different one)Finally, at about 10: 45, Lara starts to push. It was tough and painful but MUCH faster that the last time and about 10 pushes later, the first one is on the way out. She gets a bit stuck at the door but finally pushes on through and makes her arrival at 10:57. We confirm that it is, in fact, baby B and we name her Olivia. She's in good shape and pretty big. I get to cut the cord and then she's quickly whisked into an adjoining room for assessment and cleanup. Before they take her though, we notice that she looks a great deal like Hannah did at delivery. Her assessments are good and she get a 9 on her Apgars. Excellent news and the tone in the room definitely turns a bit lighter for a moment. There's a lull before starting on baby B and I get a chance to duck into the side room and snap some pictures and give Lara a digital preview of Olivia before starting on delviery of the next one.I was oblivious but the docs were nervously watching the monitors and quickly got Lara back to the job at hand of pushing out baby B. While the water had broken spontaneously for baby A, apparently it still hadn't for the other and they quickly broke the sac and proceeded to make a huge splash. A few tense moments ensued with Lara pushing as hard as she could, both during contractions and between (which is really hard) and a quick 12 minutes after baby A, baby B arrived, we named her Leah. Everyone was amazed at her size, she was visibly much larger than her sister but also a bit slower to respond, which is not uncommon for the second delivery. She quickly perked up and her 5 minute assessment was just as good as Olivia's.Babies now delivered, the big team quickly dispersed and things seem to end really quickly. In only a few minutes, Lara was set to return to the room with babies along for the ride. No NICU for us! Once back in the room, we finally got the size and weight details: Olivia Grace, born at 10:57, weighing 6 lbs, 4 oz. and measuring 20 inches. Leah Elizabeth was born at 11:09, weighing a whopping 7lbs. 2 oz but only measuring 19 inches in length!Momma and babies are both doing well, feeding and pooping and peeing and all the things they want them to do. If all continues this way, they'll all be home on the 25th. A nice Christmas present for Nona! Then the fun really begins.
Release the toddlers! When I see things like this guys room, all I can think is "yeah, let's let Hannah loose in there, heh heh" How do you do it, Lynne? Is it completely off limits to anyone under the age of 5??? We couldn't keep the CD rack where Hannah could reach it. I had to hold her at all times whenever we went to Aaron C.'s apartment. Any densely packed shelf is like a magnet, she can't resist just ripping everything down.
I am the antithesis of a packrat. If its in sight, and gathering dust, I am inclined to pitch it. I hate schlepping stuff like this around with me from place to place. I have some boxes of old crap and old art supplies and such, but its all stashed away where I can't see it everyday. About once a week or so, I go on a rampage and try to trash every scrap of paper that isn't of any importance. Anything that is important goes into a big pile. It never gets filed of course. I just sort back through the pile every so often and "cull the herd" a bit.
Eventually it's all unimportant and nothing needs to be filed.
Sharp enough? Very high on my hypercompetence meter are knife skills. Lara just got one of those chopping thingie you see on TV and in the Tupperware catalog but I hate it. They work, but they totally lack any finesse or grace. They just beat the hell out of whatever you're chopping. True knife skills are so much more satisfying for me. Maybe I'm anal about it but deal with it. I have amassed a good set of knives, mostly Henckels and one Sabatier. The problem with good straight edge knives is that they go dull, unlike those cheap-ass eversharp serrated knives. Those hold an edge but they're basically little tiny saws, no grace, no style, no finesse, just saw through your work. Interestingly, a dull knife is actually much more dangerous than a sharp one, you never know when its going to cut through so you have to use more force, etc. So, I recently began sharpening my knives myself. A bit scary since I didn't want to f***-up my good knives, but eminently satisfying and very high on the hypercompetence meter. Then, just to put the finishing touch on it, Lara signed me up for the knife skills class at Rochesters Cooking that I have been considering taking for years. Yay!Now I will be completely intolerable in the kitchen.