Tonight, at 9:52pm, it is official that I will have been a Mom (and Craig a Dad) for one week.
Our beautiful triplets came into the world last Thursday, January 28th, at 9:52 and 9:53pm. It was to our surprise that we got to meet them because it had just been a normal day and we had anticipated going 2.5 more weeks.
Last Thursday I had an ultrasound at 1pm that Craig and my mother in law, Marian, came to. We 'oohed' and 'ahhed' over the cuteness and movements and groovements! It was a painful 2 hour ultrasound for me because I was big, miserable, nauseous, and just hating being on my back. I started to not look forward to these appointments.
My blood pressure had been known to spike at the beginning of OB or ultrasound appointments and they would always recheck it afterwards and it would go back down. Though Thursday, it decided to stay high and actually creep up higher to 167/112. My high-risk doctor made the decision that I should go upstairs to Labor & Delivery just to get checked out. I didn't panic because I'd been to the hospital before for braxton hicks and they just sent me home five hours later.
I was in triage for an hour with them monitoring my blood pressure every 15 minutes. It didn't budge so they wanted to admit me overnight and watch my blood pressure for the next 24 hours. Boo! I was NOT a fan of this decision. Doctor came in and said that if they can't get my blood pressure under control he would be delivering babies that night, probably around midnight. About 8:30pm my blood pressure took a turn for the worst and the decision was made that we would be going into c-section immediately. This is when the panic truly began. The minute the decision was made doctors and nurses flooded in the room, asking me to change into a gown, starting an IV, asking a billion questions, telling me what to expect, etc. I comprehended very little and couldn't believe I'd be meeting my littles soon. The c-section prep was overwhelming. I literally felt like the world was going on around me and I had no control over anything that was happening. The spinal didn't even hurt and I wasn't in any pain, other than the nausea that came with hearing the medical supplies clanking, the descriptive comments taking place between the doctors and nurses, and the pressure I could feel inside. Craig was amazing through it all. He was panicked, giddy, happy, excited, and waltzing around taking pictures and videos. He was and always will be my hero!
By 9:53pm all babies were out and being taken care of. I tried to get peeks of them but really struggled with not being able to. It was sad but I knew Craig was over there with them. As I laid there all I could think about was, "Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap! It's real....they are here!" After the cleanup, and placement of my organs back in my body, I was wheeled out of the operating room to see my sister standing there waving! She had caught a last minute flight and I was ecstatic for her to be there. Craig got to ring the chimes over the loudspeaker three times letting all people in the hospital know that triplets were just born! I was wheeled into isolation and recovery, dosing in and out, not really remembering that hour. I know I talked to my Dad and Aunt Becky on the phone (I think), but that's it. That night Craig and I didn't sleep. I laid in my hospital bed staring up to the ceiling in complete and utter shock. I also was completely and utterly drugged. I kept watching the clock knowing my Dad and Karen would roll in about 5:00am from driving all night across state. I couldn't wait to see them!
Friday was full of visitors and celebration but my health was quickly declining. My blood counts went down and my blood pressure went up. I wasn't stabilizing and was throwing up and not getting any rest. 48 hours had passed and I hadn't slept and couldn't sleep. They gave me an ambien and that really didn't work. They almost considered putting a note on my door to keep everyone (including visitors out) until I could regain health. I hadn't gotten to see or meet my babies yet and was getting frustrated and was extremely sad. Saturday came and I was still really sick. I just wanted my littles and I wanted them now! It was so painful to wait and know I couldn't be there for them!!! I was a Mom but didn't feel like a Mom. The feeling and experiences you see in the movies I couldn't relate to. My heart hurt. But by mid Saturday afternoon the doctor cleared me to go see them!!! Craig wheeled me up to the NICU and my Dad and I got to meet them at the same time. It was love at first site.
It's now been a week and I would go through what I went through again and again and again for the littles. Every ounce of pain I'm still in is extremely worth it. I spend my days at the NICU, sitting by their beds, changing their diapers, checking their temperatures, bottle feeding when they are up for it, and snuggling as much as I can. It's so hard to leave in the evenings. So hard. But in the past seven days they have come so far.
Welcome to the family
Isaiah Kilen, Ellison Kay, and Oakley Louise!
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