As I came out of the anesthesia, I could see Dr. Handsome sitting beside me. 'Do NOT try to move' was the first thing out of his mouth. I could feel panic begin to set in and tears were filling my eyes. He must have noticed because he then explained that I hadn't had anything for pain yet and since he had cut through my abdominal wall, it would be quite painful.
I laid there for a few hours and he came back to discharge me. Uhhh, yeah, no. I could not even imagine moving. I couldn't get up by myself, and I surely could not take care of myself and a 2 year old! I told him these things so he admitted me for the night and scheduled an ultrasound to check the babes.
I will admit I was pretty medicated as I have a ridiculously low pain tolerance, but I do remember the red headed man come to wheel me down to the ultrasound room. I waited anxiously for the tech to come in. I needed to see my babies, needed to know if they were okay.
She came in and we chatted for a minute as she got ready. Sticky, cold goop was squirted onto my abdomen and as she began to slide the remote (? I have no idea what the thing is called) as she began to look, she almost shouted, 'OH! You're having twins! They look PERFECT!'
'What? No. That can't be right. Baby B has a small amniotic sac and very little fluid.' I knew this because I had seen them the day before. She turned the screen so I could see. If I hadn't seen it myself, I would not believe this story. They WERE the same! They were BOTH perfect. I began to sob as I was overwhelmed with joy. And I tried to stop because it was excruciating pain as my abs moved.
I had her take a photo with my phone so I could share the news. A miracle. Truly. I had witnessed a miracle in my lifetime, and it was mine.
I laid there for a few hours and he came back to discharge me. Uhhh, yeah, no. I could not even imagine moving. I couldn't get up by myself, and I surely could not take care of myself and a 2 year old! I told him these things so he admitted me for the night and scheduled an ultrasound to check the babes.
I will admit I was pretty medicated as I have a ridiculously low pain tolerance, but I do remember the red headed man come to wheel me down to the ultrasound room. I waited anxiously for the tech to come in. I needed to see my babies, needed to know if they were okay.
She came in and we chatted for a minute as she got ready. Sticky, cold goop was squirted onto my abdomen and as she began to slide the remote (? I have no idea what the thing is called) as she began to look, she almost shouted, 'OH! You're having twins! They look PERFECT!'
'What? No. That can't be right. Baby B has a small amniotic sac and very little fluid.' I knew this because I had seen them the day before. She turned the screen so I could see. If I hadn't seen it myself, I would not believe this story. They WERE the same! They were BOTH perfect. I began to sob as I was overwhelmed with joy. And I tried to stop because it was excruciating pain as my abs moved.
I had her take a photo with my phone so I could share the news. A miracle. Truly. I had witnessed a miracle in my lifetime, and it was mine.
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