We welcomed twin daughters Emily Seacat DeLuca and Olivia Ivy DeLuca into our family on Tuesday September 8th, 2015 via a repeat c-section. Lisa and the girls are doing great and everyone arrived home from the hospital today. The girls were born a day shy of 38 weeks and weighed 6 lbs 11 ounces and 6 lbs respectively. …more about our story later but here are a few pictures that the hospital took…
Yesterday was the boys 15 month appointment . We took them to the pediatrician and they had two shots. When we got home they were acting okay but kind of sleepy . At 4:30 pm, Ann called upstairs to let me know Nathan was puking . He looked miserable and kept throwing up every 10 minutes. It was scary. We called the doctor for the second time around 7:30 pm and she said to take Nathan to the emergency room because of the worry of dehydration since he wasn’t holding down any liquids. Luckily our nanny is awesome… Ann came back to the house to hang out while Anthony slept and Steve and I headed to the hospital.
They triaged us and gave Nathan some zofran to stop the vomitting. It really was a magic pill. He was so much better after that. Within 20 minutes he was no longer puking and was even asking for juice. He was a whole new person. We had to wait a bit longer before we could be taken back to see the doctor and she barely looked at him and said that the stomach flu was “going around”. She gave us a prescription for zofran and sent us on our way.
Maybe he got something at the pediatrician’s office. There weren’t any other kids there though so it must’ve been handling the blocks and toys. Nathan did so much better today. It’s sad to see our little guy so miserable. Despite it all he was his normal happy self when he wasn’t throwing up and even managed to crack a smile and laugh at daddy:
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!
Yesterday Steve and I had a scare when my belly wouldn’t stop having repetitive more-painful-than-usual contractions. I knew they weren’t full on contractions but they still had us worried. The preterm labor guide we have says to call if there is more then 4 contractions that could be felt in an hour even if they weren’t painful and I was feeling them a lot more often then that.
When I told Steve I was going to call my Dr. he was having none of that and zipped me right into the car and off to the hospital. I’m glad I have Steve to take care of me or I’d definitely wouldn’t have gone. It must’ve been a busy day in the hospital and I wasn’t a huge priority because we waited over an hour and a half before anyone saw us. We were then put into a transition room where each baby was attached to a device to monitor their heartrates and a 3rd device was monitoring my contractions.
The dr’s there were very good.. and young, about our age. They spent a lot of time talking to us and treated the situation very seriously. We went through lots of tests to make sure the babies and me were okay. The dr. said my cervix was nice and long and closed… “nub shaped”. I wasn’t dilated. They took a look at the fluid for each baby and then decided to take them off the monitor because they were doing great. Both boys are already trouble makers… A is still in breech and now B is traverse (sideways). A was kicking the dr. as they were performing tests… he wanted none of that. The doctors wanted to watch me for a couple more hours though. They finally discharged us about 6 hours later, 7:30 pm. My contractions were measured at about one every 5 minutes. We were told to come in again on Thursday if I got worse.
We’re chalking that one up to a lack of fluids and food along with the stress of planning this cross country move. We feel a lot better having gone to the hospital and not risked the babies by assuming everything was normal. Just being in labor and delivery is scary and makes this process that much more real. The goal is to keep these guys in for another 7 weeks which is going to go by super fast.