We went to Denny's and went home for an afternoon nap. Sure enough I felt the warmth of the beginning! My water broke! My husband said I had quit... LOL. Of course I had, the doctor said the goal was 32 weeks. My uterus heard what she had said too. It was 32 weeks to the day and we were done. I was stretched to the max, itching like crazy, and I wanted my body back.
We packed the car up. Our little family of 3 in a Pontiac G6 (just bought it) and we were on our way. We video taped the car ride asking each other questions. So cute. I thought okay our babies will be coming. Nope. I arrived there and they put me up in a room.
They had to give me magnesium to stop the labor. Administer steroid shots, in my butt, to develop the babies lungs... all while I have non-stop fluid exiting my body. Little did I know, they wanted me to stay pregnant as long as I could in the bed. EXCUSE ME. No I will not... but that magnesium stuff works. Labor stopped and I felt drunk. I ate bad hospital food, watched a 12 inch box TV, and peed by the liter. Seriously, the nurse told me she was amazed I could hold a liter in my bladder. I just couldn't feel it, so I held it. Good muscles!
The days went by... I was in Syracuse and my fam in Morrisville. (40 minute drive) By the 4th going into the 5th day I knew these contractions were not gonna stop. They had already gave me medication to stop it two other times. These residents... made me think of the rambling wannabe doctors from Grey's Anatomy were in my room and were supposed to be checking my cervix. They do something to the bed where the part under my legs drops down and I am supposed to lift my legs up and open. EXPOSED again. The doctor checks me. Walks to the end of my bed and starts talking to the other doctor.
Here is the conversation:
Dr. #1: "Have you ever delivered triplets?"
Dr. #2: "No, I delivered quads in Sweden."
Dr. #1: "Really. Wow."
Me: AHHHH, (grip bed) OOOOOOO, UGGHHHHHH... breathing. (Having major contractions spread eagle)
Dr. #2: "It was amazing the attending let me cut a sac open."
Me: "Who give a fuck!!!!" (under my breath... still open wide)
Finally I was giving my dignity back until they prepped me... well violated me again. Exposed. Shaved. Carted off.
It happened so fast. 32 weeks 6 days. I was talking out of nervousness to anyone. I threw up. My husband had a video camera in one hand and digital camera in the other. 3 became 6 in matter of minutes. Ziya was born at 9:55 am at 2lbs and some ounces. Angel was born at 9:57am at 4lbs and some ounces. Kenzi was born at 9:58am at 3 lbs and some ounces. They took Ziya off right away. Did I mention there was about 10 people the delivery room. I did feel happy to hear cries and I waited impatiently for them. But I felt disconnected. I had pushed my first baby out no epidural. I felt the labor of that big head breaking the plane.
I was amazed. I had witnessed GOD in front of my very eyes. I harvest and grow people! You cannot imagine what it feels like to have more than one life inside your body. You are out numbered before they arrive. My heart was overflowing.
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