Two weeks later. . .

Somehow, in a blog that began with infertility, having a two week wait for a new post seems appropriate.

Otherwise known as I'm a Mommy now, and I have little time to do anything!

Andy and I did arrive as planned all packed and ready to go at the hospital. It was very weird to walk myself into labor and delivery carrying my camera bag and not having any contractions or anything. We met with the nurses, the doctor with the drugs (why is that so hard to spell?) and was prepped for surgery. My family all came in to wish us luck and my SIL even convinced the two very excited nursing students who were observing to take pictures for her. I'll spare you the gory photos, but I'm so glad to have them!

The actual delivery was. . .well, painful (just the part where they were getting me set up for painkillers - ironic, isn't it? And very disappointing. I hated the strapped down feeling, and not being able to see much of anything. Even when the babies were held up above the curtain, I had a hard time seeing, and when they brought them to Andy to hold, they were like behind me. I felt like I spent the first few hours of their life craning my neck trying to see my babies.

Margaret Jane was born at 12:24pm and weighed in at 4lbs, 8oz. Benjamin Andrew followed at 12:25pm and weighed 5lbs, 8oz.

We went to recovery, and had some time to introduce them to everyone. This picture is funny because it is actually our big boy Ben on the left and little peanut Maggie on the right. One of the nurses put a shirt on her like pants because she was having some temperature regulation issues. It was determined that both babies needed to go to the Special Care nursery to get their temps regulated and to be fed since they were too cold to nurse.

Margaret Jane

Benjamin Andrew
This is how I feel I spent most of our time in the hospital. They were always apart those first few days and I hated it because they had been together for so long, I couldn't stand seeing them separated. I truly feel they would have been better together, especially with the temperature issue. They spent a week in Special Care where things got better pretty quickly. They graduated to open air cribs after a few days, and were taking bottles by mouth and attempting nursing when they were discharged. Mommy was more of a wreck, but what we've discovered is that while I had a pretty great and easy pregnancy, I suck at postpartum.



I wish I had kept a list while I was at the hospital of all of our nurses. There were so many that I would love to thank for their understanding, and their help. There are a couple that I would like to kick if given the opportunity. This may be a whole post someday, but let's just say that the nurse who scoffed at my colostrum I had collected is going down if I ever see her again now that I'm stronger. :-)

And now we're home! Since I already am two days beyond when I started this post, I'm going to leave you with this, and hopefully get more pictures up from all that we've been up to at home. We are so head over heels in love, and these babies are our entire world.