How I was so certain that I would be returning to work that day, even though my water had broken the night before. How I was moved every couple of days from L&D to Women's Care and then back again, and again. How the babies might be coming today, nope not today, maybe today... The 5 am blood draws. Endless amounts of time hooked up to the monitors and nurses struggling to keep both babies on. Two nights in a row of intense pain and having to reach that magic number (7) that I thought I would be willing to reach before the doctor was called for pain meds. A nurse trying to convince me that my intense pain was just gas pain or heartburn when it really was preeclampsia and HELLP. Finally being told that my babies were going to be born and then the waiting. More bloodwork and more waiting.
|The day before S and E were born.|
Shaking with cold in the recovery room. Being covered with blankets and inflatable blankets to get me warm and to stop shaking. Finally moving to a room and being able to eat. Asking over and over when I could finally see my babies. FINALLY, 8 hours later, being stable enough to be wheeled into the NICU and see my babies that I had waited over 4 years to have.
Oh the memories. Someday they won't be so painful because we will have a lifetime of happy memories to help the painful ones fade.