(26 1/2 weeks)

Tuesday, 9-10-02

9-10-2002  JOSHUA & BENJAMIN ARE TO BE BORN...

September 10th, 2002 :  My dad took me to UCONN for an 8:00am appointment – the Maternal Fetal Medicine Doctors wanted to look at Benjamin’s heart and see if he was in distress.  As we watched Ben and Joshy dance on the ultrasound screen, my sister Michelle showed up (she was going to relieve my dad so he could go back to work…).  The doctor told us that Ben was definitely showing signs of possible heart failure and that he felt that it would be best for both boys if they were delivered THAT DAY.  As we waited for a confirmation from the other specialists, my Mom arrived.  She had a “feeling” that today would be the day and she did NOT want to miss it!  And her “feeling” was right.  The doctors all agreed that today would be the day and we began the process of checking in.  I called Jeffrey at work and he left immediately to meet us at the hospital. 

 In the maternity ward, I was given an IV, put on fluids and the Caesarean was scheduled for between 1:00 and 1:30pm (I had eaten a small bowl of cereal and they wanted to wait until my stomach was empty…)  They tried (as they had numerous times in past weeks), to get the babies heart’s on the monitors but were not successful.  (Not because the boys hearts weren’t beating, but because they were too jumpy to catch long enough to monitor!!).  I had begun having contractions and they were getting stronger and stronger.  I was glad to have my Mom and Dad and my sister there with me…

  Jeffrey arrived (much to my relief).  And it seemed as if it was only moments after I had called him!

As we waited, more people came to the hospital to support us.  Jeffrey ’s mom and dad, our Associate Pastor Rick Haverly (who brought a “prayer shawl” that the women in our church had made for us),  and our dear friend Shelley (who’s car broke down on her way to the hospital).

  Jeffrey , my mom and my sister began calling folks to pray.  We all wondered what the outcome of this day would be.  I was hopeful.   

    It was time to have the “spinal” anesthesia.  I was terrified.  Absolutely terrified.  The anesthesiologist was so kind and patient as were the nurses assisting him.  I was terrified that once I was anesthetized that I would once again be unable to breathe on the operating table.  Thankfully, this was not the case and I was prepped and Jeffrey came in to the OR to join me.  I was fully aware of my surroundings and heard the doctor/surgeon say “Holy cow, look at the amount of fluid in here!!”.  Baby “A” was born – Joshua – at 2:01pm .  The doctor said “hello” to Josh and he was wisked away.  I asked if he was alive and she said “yes”.  But we heard no sound and we didn’t even get to peek at him.  Baby “B” was then delivered – Ben – at 2:04pm .  The doctor said “Here he is” and I heard a small grunt or squeak from him, and he too was wisked away without so much as a peek.  I remember being so grateful that they were born alive. 

     After the surgery was completed I was wheeled back into my room.  I was given a large dose of pain medication once the anesthesia began wearing off.  The pain medication caused me to be extremely “out of it” and I don’t remember much about visitors that afternoon and early evening.  The nurses wheeled my entire bed down to the NICU nursery to see my boys for the first time.  It was difficult seeing them - as their incubators were on a higher level than my bed.  But my boys were alive…yes, they were hooked up to more machines than I’ve ever seen..but they were alive.  I was dependant on the “wonders” of modern medicine at that moment and had hope that somehow my babies would make it.  I mean after losing two children to miscarriage…he would surely let me keep these babies, right? 

     At some point in the late afternoon, our friend Fr. Terry Kristofek came to the hospital and baptized the boys.  The nurse had come in and asked if I had wanted the boys to be baptized because there was a priest available to do it at that moment.  (I think she was worried that the boys would not survive)  Little did I know that it was one of our dear friends who had come to baptize our boys!!  We would be soon eternally grateful for his “random act of kindness”.    

     Our visitors during the hours after the boys’ birth was so foggy…I remember,  Rich and Steve and my Adam and Tori came…

     The NICU doctor (Dr. Hussein) came in a few times to give us updates on how the boys were doing.  Joshua didn’t seem to be doing well, but it was still too early to tell.  Most of the visitors began leaving at around 8 pm …it was time to rest and recoup…

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