Our Miracles Cont. (pretty long)

37 weeks: So After my appt with dr. miller at 1:30, I went to work at 3:00 to cover a friend because it was halloween. She had asked me about a week in advance if I could work her 3 to 11pm shift so that she could go trick or treating with her kiddos. I was more than happy, because I wanted to work all I could before the boys came, and I never really have halloween plans anyway. I go to work and things are super busy. I ran and I ran and I ran. Everyone was running. My pt's actually felt sorry for me because I had to bend over and help them get dressed, etc. Me? I felt great. I felt the same as every day before. I kept thinking to myself all night that the boys wouldn't get to wear the cute ghost onesies me and my friend dawn had picked out in anticipation of them being here by halloween. ::SIGH:: Oh well, its okay, because my goal was 38 weeks anyway. I was already going to fall short of that because I was going to be induced on tuesday which would make me 37 and 5 days (which wasn't 38 and it made me nervous.) My motherly pride started in utero because I was so proud they were being such good boys and staying put until they were truly developed enough to be born.
About half way into my shift one of our dr.'s and a family friend came up to me in midst of my business and jokingly said " you want to go into labor?" I was puzzled and I looked at her and said "What??" She showed me a picture of a 20 lb. ovarian cyst and I almost peed my pants. She laughed and explained what it was, I said, "if I go into labor, its your fault." We both laughed and she went on her way. Another co-worker said "we're just running you to death tonight, we're going to throw you into labor." hah, yah right!
At 11:30 I leave work and amazingly I am not tired in the least. I was now 37 and 1 day because I got home about midnight. I had a midnight snack. I laid down with Matt and tossed and turned and tossed and turned. I couldn't get comfy...couldn't lay on my b ack, couldn't lay on my right side, couldn't lay on my belly which happens to be my favorite.
I remember looking at the clock and it was 3 a.m. I guess I dozed off because I woke up and looked at the clock and it was 4:30 a.m. I rolled to my other side like a turtle on its back and :::::GUSH:::: Holy crap!!! did I realy just pee the bed. omg! I got up and :::GUSH::: "I must've really had to pee" I tried to walk down the hallway and to the bathroom. As I walk I keep "peeing" I look back and I have a trail behind me on the carpet. At this point I start thinking there is more to it than just peeing my pants. I go into our office and rip through all my nursing books looking for an answer. I sat on the guest bed and ""peed"" allover it too. So I clean it up and go tell matt. Matt I think I either peed the bed or my water broke. "What?" I repeated. he says "okay" and rolls over and goes back to sleep. I called up to OB and talked to Niki, who I had just worked with 5 short hours ago.
"I think My water just broke."
"Are you serious"
"Yah"
"Was it a trickle or a gush"
"Definitely a gush."
"Are you still leaking?"
"Yah...oh...I just had another gush"
" Sounds like that's what it is then, are you ready to have some babies today?"
"I think so?"
::Laughter::
My heart was racing and I was so nervous.
"Can I take a shower before I come?"
"Yah go ahead and take a shower and be careful coming in."
Again I go wake Matt up. "Matt my waters broke, Im going to take a shower, then we need to go in to the hostipal. Can you take the bags to the car?"
"okay" and he rolled back over and went to sleep. whatever...
I hopped in the shower in total disbelief. I felt so much better after my shower though and as soon as I had one foot out of the shower I started having contractions. I once again woke matt up and told him I was getting dressed and we needed to go
"Do I have time to take a shower?"
"Yah"
So he takes a shower. Meanwhile I am gushing allover my clean clothes. So I grab the closest clean absorbent thing I can find, a hand towel, and shove it down my pants...lol. I started hurting really bad as matt was getting dressed. Patiently I waited. lalalalalalala::OUCH::
Next thing I know Matt is in the kitchen making toast and picking a splinter out of his damn finger. "UMM...Matt? It really hurts, can we go? we need to go." by this time I was doubled over in pain. "Yah, go on out to the car and I'll be there in a mi nute." Are you freaking kidding me? you're going to make me walk out and "roll" into the car by my self when I can hardly stand. so I grab our bags that are STILL sitting in the doorway and go out to the car. He FINALLY gets there in time to help me sit down. Thank God. Though the release from pain only lasted a few seconds. At this time I had been contracting about every 3-5 minutes and they were getting very strong.
He got in the driver seat and drove super fast down our old gravel roads in the pitch black with deer everywhere. "Matt slow down!!!" so he did. :Contraction: "Matt go faster" "Matt:"but you just told me to slow down." Me"I know because there's deer everywhere." This went on until we got to the highway. slow down speed up slow down speed up....
It's amazing how God works when you need him to. We got to the highway and we didn't get behing one single car the entire way to jasper. However we did run 2 red lights and break the speed limit the entire time. It kind of reminded me of when Matt had kidney stones and I did the same thing for him and he was acting just like he was in labor.
6:00 am We get to the hospital. Just in time for the front lobby doors to open , so I didn't have to go thru the ER, which sounded like a hastle.
We went straight to registration and they breezed thru the paper work and took me straight back up to ob, geez, I just left here. I was wheeled in to my room and I asked all kinds of questions about what was happening to me because I was in denial. I went to the bathroom to put my gown on and the hand towel was completely soaked to the point of I had to ring it out in the sink. and that's when I pretty much accepted that my water was broke, but I still had my reservations. being an ob nurse we see people come in over the silliest stuff, so like one of my co-workers says "I'm a tough sell." I guess I'm even a tougher sell when it's my self. MaryAnn, my nurse, tested me when I got back into bed. test was positive, it was broke. okay, I get it now, its DEFINITELY broke, I'm in labor, now I have to move on and prepare myself to be a mommy. wHOAH!!! I'm going to be a mommy. WHAT! I am? no way. I don't know if I'll be any good at it. YIKES! well its too late now, they've got to come out sooner or later. Maryann told me I was contracting every 1-2 minutes. I was petrified. I wanted a vaginal birth for my twins, but I also know that its few and far between that it actually works out that way. I was scared for their lives, and scared about what the future held. I was nobody, how could I deliver these babies.
Night shift was almost over but I am so glad that I caught the tail end of night shift because all the people that were there that night, God put there for a reason. Niki made me feel reassured on the phone with her knowledge of OB and positive attitude. MaryAnn made me feel reassured when I got to my room because She is very sweet and efficient and calming. Debbie made me feel reassured because she HAS twins, had them vaginally and they are fine. She came in to talk to me and tell me it would be okay. She was very understanding. EVERYone was awesome........