Saturday, August 28, 2010

Tummy Time

We've been trying to do tummy time more lately. Cole has been trying to roll over, but his arm keeps getting in the way. Ellen seems to tolerate tummy time for only a short period of time. Then she gets mad and wants to get up. They can both turn their heads from side to side when on their tummies though.

Tummy time


And just for fun here's a picture of them with me:

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Due date

Today was my due date. It's weird to think that if we had only had one baby, he or she may not even be here yet. My doctor wouldn't have let me stay pregnant this long with two babies, but if I hadn't had preterm labor issues I could have one week old babies instead of six week olds.

In baby news, both babies do tummy time (you lay them on their tummy on the floor) but Ellen has far less patience for it than Cole. In fact, Cole was trying really, really hard to roll over yesterday. He can turn his head from one side to the other, but he can't quite get his body over yet. Ellen has been fairly lazy during tummy time lately. Who knows though...she may surprise us and just start rolling over.

I think both Ellen and Cole are getting close to growing out of the preemie clothing we have which is very exciting. The sad part about that is I don't think the newborn or 0-3 month clothing fits very well, so their clothes may look a little big for a while.

We're about to start baths around here, so I've gotta wrap this up without pictures. Don't worry, though, I still have plenty to share. I'll work on that tomorrow.

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Pretty babies

Some pictures I took during the photo shoot with Aunt Emily Joy:







Aunt Taylor gave us our outfits...Aren't we cute?


"Move over Cole. You're ruining the picture!"

Monday, August 23, 2010

Riding in the car with twins

On our way to church last night big Cole sneezed. And if you know Cole, you know that his sneezes are incredibly loud and forceful. Immediately after his sneeze, one of the babies sneezed their little, petite, cute sneezes. Hilarious.

After our delightful trip TO church, we were due for a not-so-delightful trip home. Ellen and Cole both wailed all the way home. First they took turns crying a little, then both of them totally let go. Cole and I think we suffered a little hearing loss, because these babies are LOUD once they get going. They were hungry, so they had a very good reason to cry but still. Oh my.

Good thing they're so cute...

Ellen yawning


Ellen looking around while on Mary Alice's lap


Cole being cute while resting on my mom

Sunday, August 22, 2010


Hanging out with Pop Pop




The Hambys come to visit!


Relaxing in our favorite spots - Ellen in the swing and Cole in the bouncy seat.


Our second cousin Rogers


Great grandmother Mimi


Trying to feed two babies at once - I've gotten better at it since then.


Ellen and her grandmother



There are still lots more to come...

Thursday, August 19, 2010

Goodness!


We have taken almost 800 pictures since the babies were born less than 5 weeks ago. That is insane. You can just call me Marianne I guess. :) Since there are so many, I'm going to have to post a few at a time.

So without further ado, the cutest babies on the planet...

Leaving the NICU


We're home!



Their first photo shoot


Sweet little angels...



"Yummy...you taste good, Cole."

More to come...

Friday, August 13, 2010

The rest of the story

In labor and delivery this time, they gave me two shots of terbutaline again which seemed to slow everything down a good bit, but the doctor wanted to keep me overnight for observation. The three monitors and mean blood pressure cuff were hooked back up, and I was depressed. I told Cole he should go home to sleep, but he wanted to stay since we didn't really know what was going on. I'm so glad he did. Around 4 or 5 a.m. I started having pretty painful contractions. Honestly, though, I couldn't tell how bad they were because I thought I just needed to use the bathroom and the pain was from the babies on my bladder. I didn't call the nurse about my contractions because I wanted to be able to talk to the doctor face-to-face before I was put on any more medication. I knew if I told them about my contractions they would have just called the doctor and he would have ordered something for me. So I kept my mouth shut.

Around 5:50 Tuesday morning I felt what I thought was my water breaking. I was in shock and couldn't move. What do I do????? I decided waking Cole up was a good first step. He was completely disoriented and confused. I told him I thought my water had broken and asked if I should call the nurse. Well, DUH! He said, yes, definitely call the nurse. After she confirmed that my water had actually broken, things started getting crazy. My contractions started hurting so much more, they had to put in an IV, they were trying to determine how dilated I was (4-5 cm) and get me ready for delivery. I swear it seemed like the babies were going to come in the next 30 minutes the way they were moving. They did a quick ultrasound to check the babies positions - both head down - and then the doctor asked if I wanted to deliver the babies or have a c-section. I had originally really wanted a c-section because I was absolutely terrified of the risk of delivering Baby A and then needing an emergency c-section for Baby B. However, over the last week in the hospital, I had talked to all the doctors I saw and several of my nurses about delivery, and they really made me less afraid. They always said I could do whatever I wanted and I could even change my mind, but they thought I was a perfect candidate for delivering both of the babies without a c-section, so I decided to try that.

The contractions became unbearable as I was waiting on the epidural. They called the anesthesiologist right after they checked me and got me prepped, and she was ready to go maybe 10 minutes later but it felt like an eternity to me. I was sure I was going to writhe in pain forever. They put it in, and it worked on the right side but not the left. They finally fixed that and then I felt fine. I called my mom and sisters who were on their way to Birmingham. I was still having trouble talking through the contractions, but they were bearable. Marcia came in for a bit to bring Cole breakfast (a chicken biscuit...so rude to eat in front of your wife who's in labor!), and Cole's dad stopped by on his way to his office. At 9:40 a.m. they checked me again (my mom and sisters still weren't quite here, but they were close and made it right about the time I actually started pushing), and they said I was ready to push...yikes!!! I pushed for about an hour before Ellen McCall was born at 10:52 a.m. weighing 4 pounds 6 ounces and measuring 18.5 inches long (although now we are pretty certain that this measurement was wrong). I was SHOCKED that she was a girl and she had so much dark hair. I was pretty convinced I was having two bald boys. She cried a little when she was first born, but not much. They cleaned her up and brought her to me briefly. I just couldn't believe that she was here and she was mine.

And then I couldn't believe that I had to do it all over again! Before I had started pushing, the doctor said that sometimes women have to labor another hour or so for Baby B, but I wasn't having any of that. A few pushes and 6 minutes later at 10:58 a.m. Cole Robinson, Jr. was born screaming like crazy weighing 4 pounds 3 ounces and measuring 16.5 inches. We were shocked again that he was boy, because Cole and I both thought that they were going to be the same gender. They had almost the exact same measurements and heart rates every time we had an ultrasound, so we were sure they were the same. So after Ellen was born, we thought we'd have two daughters. They cleaned him up and brought him to me. I got to see him much longer than Ellen. It was so surreal.

I still can't believe that I have two babies. They are the most precious little things. Cole and I love to watch all of the weird faces they make. They are sleeping fairly well most of the time. There were a couple of nights before Ellen came home that Cole just wanted to be awake all night. He wasn't crying or anything, he was just fussy and wanted to be held. Thankfully, we've only had one night without my mom since Ellen came home. It's been great having her here so I can sleep a little and take a shower every now and then. I'll probably be looking rough once she leaves.

I've taken lots of pictures lately; I'll post them soon. Be prepared to say "Awww..." :)

Thursday, August 12, 2010

Let's rewind

The babies were four weeks old Tuesday, and I seriously can't believe it. Part of the reason it's so hard to believe is that we have only had a baby in the house for about two weeks, and we've only had two babies for a few days. I have been wanting to tell the story of their birth, but in order to really do it justice we need to rewind a little bit.

Sara (my little sister) graduated Friday, May 7 from Troy University, and I was 24 weeks pregnant. I drove down from Birmingham Thursday night by myself since Cole was in Chicago for work. We did graduation all Friday morning, hung out at Mary Alice's that afternoon, and then had a party at her house for Sara and a couple of her friends that night. It was a busy day to say the least. I didn't feel great for the majority of the day, but I thought it was just because I was tired.

That night after I got in bed, I started convincing myself that I was going into labor. I was having contractions and stupidly Googled "signs of labor." Not a good idea at all. Of course I had all the signs (or so I convinced myself), so I started getting worried. I didn't want to tell my parents or Mary Alice, fearing they would make me go to Montgomery to the hospital (it was 11 p.m. at this point), and I just didn't want to take the focus from Sara's graduation. I called Emily to get perspective and to see what I should do. She told me that I had to call Cole, and if he and I felt like I should go to the hospital then I should just go and not worry about causing a scene. I called Cole who made me call my doctor. The on-call doctor said that as long as I wasn't having more than 6 an hour I was fine. He said drink some water and go to bed. After I calmed down a little, I did just that.

I was in a wedding in Monroeville the next weekend and did pretty well, but I knew that trip would probably be my last. I was having Braxton Hicks contractions the whole day, and being away from my doctor and my hospital made me nervous.

I had a couple of trips to labor and delivery around 29 weeks and 31 weeks. Then at 32 weeks and 6 days pregnant I was admitted to the hospital. I had been having regular contractions, but that day and the day before they had been more frequent (like every four minutes) and more intense. Of course, when I called the doctor they sent me to labor and delivery. I had already been to L&D 2 times before, and they would monitor me and give me a couple of shots of terbutaline which would take care of the problem. Not this time. The terb really didn't help and I was 3 cm dilated, so they admitted me and gave me the worst drug on the face of the planet - magnesium sulfate. It makes you feel like you have the flu times one hundred...ugh. Then they tried to give me some pain meds, and I almost crashed. My blood pressure dropped to 70/30ish, Baby A's (Ellen) heartrate had some issues, and they started prepping me for an emergency c-section. Thankfully Baby A and I recovered and stabilized. They gave me steroid shots for the babies' lungs and continued to give me the magnesium. On Wednesday or Thursday they discontinued the mag (thank goodness!) and started me on Indocin which is much better. The babies and I had to be constantly monitored for those first few days. That meant I had three monitors hooked to me at all times (one for each of the babies' heartrates and one to monitor contractions) and a blood pressure cuff that I swear almost made my arm fall off every 15 minutes. Sleep was VERY hard to come by. Eventually they only had to attach me to the monitors every four hours, but that still caused sleeping problems.

Toward the end of my hospital stay, I was incredibly emotional. I just felt like I couldn't stay there another second. I was tired, uncomfortable (the babies were both head down, so I had lots of feet in my ribs and two heads on my bladder), and just ready to be home. I was released Sunday afternoon with a prescription to take if I had 6 or more contractions an hour. I had to take some Sunday night and Monday morning, but the dose Monday morning didn't slow them down enough. So, back to L&D I went.

Stay tuned for the rest of the story...