Here we are going on 10 days cooped up in the hospital.  My day consists of blood draws, blood pressure monitoring every 4 hours, temperature taking, weight checking, changing of IV insertion locations, non-stress tests on the babies, baby heart rate monitoring interspersed with short naps and a hospital food menu that hasn’t changed (our order has never been completely correct).  All this time living in the hospital has probably helped with the anxiety of the cesarean I have scheduled for tomorrow morning mostly because I’m ready to get it over with and meet these little burritos.  Steve has been calling the new borns burritos because the nursery has all these little guys all swaddled up they do look like giant Chipotle burritos.  Steve says they’re the size of one that Paul, his bro, would eat.

I feel like a patient on “House”.  Things have settled down a bit but in the beginning every time there was a shift change of doctors there would be something else wrong with me or some new team of doctors was ready to deliver.  I feel fine, better than fine, I feel great other than a few aches and pains just from having a huge belly.  Makes me want to keep the babies in but our doctors assure us that 36 weeks is “term” for twins  Yesterday there was a scare because my sodium levels were low (120).  But here we are, less than 24 hours until we get to meet our sons and hopefully my health problems disappear after delivery.

One thing that has been amazing is my mom flew out early.  She had her flight planned for the 14th despite me insisting that there was no way we were going to go into labor that early (I still think I could make it to 38 weeks but the doctors are more worried about my health than the babies at this point in the pregnancy and the seriousness of pre-eclampsia).  Mom has been staying at our house, I’m only allowed one over night guest, and letting Gracie out and feeding her… poor little dooggie, doesn’t know what’s coming.  She is keeping the house running and prepping us for babies.  She has been a great distraction from the boredom of living in a hospital room.  She’s been braiding my hair like she did when I was a kid and massing my stubby feet.  Having my mom here has allowed Steve to stay with me 24/7 which has been fun bonding and talking about how much our lives are going to change.  He snuggles with me on the hospital bed and we go for late night wheelchair rides through the giant empty Hopkins hospital.  I’m so lucky that we were able to time everything the way we have so that we could spend so much time together.

I’m completely freaked out about the cesarean surgery tomorrow morning.  I have a history of passing out at the mere sight of blood but I have been assured that I won’t feel much besides some pulling and tugging and I won’t be able to see anything because there will be a giant screen from my upper abdomen down.  Steve isn’t even allowed to watch.  There is always the chance that baby A is going to behave and flip around but at this point no one really believes that is going to be the case… there is a 98% chance the cesarean section is happening.  I know that having Steve there encouraging me and talking to/distracting me during the process will help… and it’s only an hour.  I have been reading stories from other mom’s who have gone through a c-section online and most stories have only made me feel better about the process.  I just need to focus on the outcome of getting to meet our two sons!