Let's begin with this little gem:
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There are a lot of underlying tones with this post which I was most likely unaware of at the time of writing it. It was the Monday before our scheduled c-section that Thursday. The heat was on. The nursery had been finished for awhile by this time. We had fully stocked a wardrobe for two children clear into their toddler stages. Elle had me practicing diaper changes (of which my total number before the girls was a whopping zero). We were gold, right? No, really. I'm asking. Needless to say, the reality of the situation was hitting us hard despite our constant vigilance and preparation for the imminent arrival. Where once there were two, soon there would be four. A very noisy, confusing, smelly, sweet, heartbreaking, enlightening two would be added to the equation.
"Tuesday is over. Bring on Wednesday. One last hurdle until the big day. Then the real fun begins. — feeling excited" -10pm Tuesday nightThis is a tricky little post. You'll see why in the next section. This is also the first of only two posts which has a timestamp on it. Elle and I had gone through our very last doctors visit before the scheduled c-section and were now just playing the waiting game. This day marked Elle's 38th week of twin pregnancy, which is a wonderful milestone to reach as it is considered full-term for twins. Let's face it, any more time in there and we'd have to charge rent to the little buggers. Elle was definitely feeling the kicks and pushes on every part of her body from Tesla and Ruby getting less and less room to maneuver. Her ribs were basically the side of beef that Rocky Balboa used to spar with in the movies. They took a pounding. We were collectively looking forward to the next two days going by quickly and without incident. We both headed to bed that night assured by the knowledge that the babies would soon be in our arms. Boy, were we right.
And here is the second post with a timestamp. As you can see, Elle and I didn't have too long to rest and dream about holding Tesla and Ruby in our arms as Elle woke just after midnight. I witnessed her shuffling to the bathroom down the hall (we had been sleeping in separate rooms due to her acid reflux kept her awake and she had to sleep sitting up to get any rest at all) and as she passed the bedroom door, she muttered, "Either my water just broke or I severely peed the bed." While this came as a surprise, we both had heard that first-time pregnancy can take a tremendous amount of time between the water breaking stage and the "time to panic" stage. She got dressed in the most comfortable outfit that she could find and I took a quick shower. We grabbed the bag that had been packed weeks earlier and stashed in the living room in case of a speedy departure. We were on our way."That hurdle i mentioned earlier? Yeah, nm. At the hospital now!" -12:30am Wednesday morning
To hear about the experience at the hospital and the antics that ensued, stick around for Part 2 of this post, coming soon to a blogspot near you!