About 9:30 pm on Tuesday night Mary started having signs of early labor. We decided to go to bed and see how she felt in the morning. After a restless night of mild contractions we felt it was best to head to the hospital as the contractions were about 10-20 minutes apart.
We were both thinking they would monitor her and send us home after stopping the contractions. After about 3 hours of monitoring the good doctor came in and said, “Well, I would like to deliver these babies...” Mary and I just looked at each other, jaws agape thinking the same thing.
Being entirely unprepared for this to happen now, we were speechless. Certainly this was some ploy that Dalton had brokered with forces larger than ourselves to have his siblings here sooner than Mary and I were prepared for.
After a quick family meeting, we heeded the doctor’s advice and decided to proceed with the induction. Now, I was figuring this would probably take a good 6 hours or so and we could be on our way.
Once again the luck of the Irish has been tainted by the karma of the Germans... About 5:30 pm, after 39 hours of hard contractions 2-3 minutes apart; the doctor came back at us with a sucker punch. Mary’s parts weren’t cooperating and she wanted to do a C-section... at 7. Once again... speechless. This was not in the plan.
After resigning to the fact that we were at the mercy of Dalton’s fiendish plan, we agreed to the doctors orders.
The surgery went remarkably quick. A cut here, a suck there - POP there’s a baby boy on Mary’s stomach. A quick snap of the camera and he is whisked away to the NICU. In the back of my mind I am thinking hmmm I was certain that baby A was going to be a dainty little girl. Was I wrong? Are there 2 boys in there? Am I about to achieve a household level of testosterone usually found on super bowl sunday?
One minute later and POP... there is another baby. This time the parts are different though. It honestly took me a full second to analyze the anatomical anomaly that lay before me. Baby B ( lil chuck norris ) whom I fully expected to be my big hulking son who would no doubt go on to win the heismann trophy as the star quarterback at UW was in fact a chic!
Not just any chic, but perhaps the most beautiful angel ever! I am screwed! 5 minutes into her life and she already has me wrapped around her finger.
And just like that she too is shuttled off to the NICU.
20 minutes later and Mary is wheeled into post-op recovery for some drugs and a little nap.
Waiting in the lobby are Grandma Sarah, Nanny Becky, Big bro Dalton, Auntie Anne, Cousin Carrie and cousins Caity, Sarah, Camden, Sophia and Isaac. What a great support group!
About 10 pm or so, Dalton and I get an opportunity to go into the NICU and see our new bundles of joy. I finally get to see how absolutely precious and tiny Adam is compared to his little hog of a sister.
Dalton was beaming with pride over his new siblings that he has waited so long for. You can see the wheels turning... he has big plans for them, big plans indeed.
With Momma in her room and the little monkeys in good hands our 3 day roller-coaster journey ends with exhaustion and joy.
thank you all,
rob
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