As it turns out, I must have a higher tolerance for pain that I thought. This is evidenced by the fact that I didn't realize I was in labor until my water broke and it was everlastingly too late to do much to keep those kids in. J was gone hunting, Lexi was up to help me, and the twins were bound and determined to come.
I had an emergency C section. There was a time I was afraid of being abducted by aliens, I think I have experienced the closest thing to it. They wanted to fly me to the hospital. The dr. came in and told me I was fully dilated, he said he could see a head. Emergency C-section, here I come. Bright lights people holding me down and shoving things places things should not be shoved. Bless Lex, I think Lex was going to march herself in there with me. They had to stop her from coming in, her face was so sad. I remember telling her it would be OK. The one guy kept telling me he was going to put me to sleep and I just remember thinking "OK then do it, I don't want to feel this catheter if you don't mind."
I woke up to my brother in law and one of the Dr.'s giving me a blessing. From here details are fuzzy, I was fuzzy. My parents were there, J was driving down from Flagstaff. From what I understood the babies were alive and going to be flown to TMC. I got to see them in the transport, I remember it took longer than I thought it would. My family brought me pictures, Lex took some with my phone. J called, he was broken down in Globe. My parents drove our other car down to him and he headed to Tucson to be there with the babies. His parents met him there. Or so I hear.
Lex slept in the hospital, she stayed right with me. When they thought they would fly me out, she was going to get on that helicopter with me. They had to tell her she couldn't. She is good to have around in an emergency. I am glad they didn't fly me out looking back, I can't imagine her driving to Tucson, she would have flown. Three days in the hospital and I finally got to go and see my babies. Apparently, J should have died driving that truck, we are so blessed. Can you imagine if he had been in a horrible accident too? Words cannot express how blessed I feel.
This is Mr Moonpie
This is Doodle Bug
It's only been two weeks since they came, it's been a total roller coaster. My emotions have run a muck. I have never cried so hard, or been so completely overwhelmed with gratitude. I have been angry at the situation, and so utterly relieved by the situation. As of now, all I know is that the priesthood is amazing, people are good and kind and giving, and I completely believe in miracles. We have witnessed miracles. The miracles to get the boy, and now the miracles of these sweet little babies. They keep doing better, and I am just so glad they made it and keep fighting through. I was able to hold Moonpie when he was 10 days old, and today was the first day I was able to hold my Doodle, 16 days old.
This is me holding Moonpie.
Moonpie was 2 lbs 11 oz 15.25 in long
Doodle was 2 lbs 9.5 oz 15 in long
They are both doing pretty well, Doodle struggles a bit more than her brother. Please keep them in your prayers. Thank you so much for your love and support, we are truly blessed by you all.
