Hospital Stay

My time spent in the hospital was, I'd soon find out, the most relaxing time I was going to get in the coming months. My first 24hrs were not particularly pleasant... except for the part where the boys were born. After arriving at the hospital I had more blood tests, another steroid shot and was hooked up to a monitor for a while to make sure both boys were doing ok. I'd been scheduled for surgery that afternoon, so I had all day to wait around, fasting and stressing - not about the actual surgery, but about the giant needle that was going to be placed in my spine. I'm not a fan of needles, no let's face it, I'm a big fat scaredy cat when it comes to needles, and here I was being poked with the things all day with the climax of them all being the spinal.

When the time finally came to be taken into surgery I was nervous, but trying to be strong. It felt so bizarre being wheeled around in a bed when I could walk perfectly well, sort of.

Turns out all my worrying about the spinal was for nothing. That was the easy part. The canular was first up and hurt the most. After that, a local meant I couldn't feel the spinal at all. Ten minutes later our boys, Tim and Jake, made their grand entrance. I may cringe now every time they cry, but hearing them for the first time and knowing they were both ok was such a relief. I'd always worried that one or both would not survive. I also remember thinking, 'wow, I feel so much lighter already,' there was such a huge relief from pressure all of a sudden. I got a quick cuddle and then our boys and Dad went to the nursery and I went to recovery.

It took what seemed like forever to get back to my room and when I finally did I was greeted by my Husband and his parents, my Mother and Sister on their way with all the gear I'd left at home that morning not knowing I wouldn't be going home again for a week. The boys were still in the nursery and eventually I asked if they could be brought in for me to see them and so I got my second cuddle.

They did have to go back to the nursery where they would spend the next week and a half, although they exceeded the expectations of everyone but us and came home a week earlier than originally expected. The Paediatrician announced they could go home once they could take 24hrs of all sucking feeds, claiming this would probably take all week. Not my boys, they acheived it in the following 24hrs, we returned to the hosiptal to "room in" for the night (and got quite a cruisy afternoon watching the rugby) and brought our boys home the next day.