Here is the very long version of how the twins arrived. Sorry if you want to find out you have to read the whole thing ;)
When I found out I was having twins I probably did too much research and freaked myself out
about the pregnancy and delivery. I was
afraid I would be put on bed rest. I was
afraid the babies would be born really early. I was afraid the babies would be in the NICU. I was afraid the delivery would be over
complicated by the doctors. Lastly, I was afraid I’d have to have surgery. Well lucky for me I had lots of people
praying for me and my twins. We had
finally made it to 37 weeks, which is considered full-term for twins. Most of my goals had been met (no bed rest etc.). Now if only they would get here and have a trauma-free
delivery. Then 38 weeks rolls around
and still no babies. In my family, we
joke that my mom was the catalyst for my niece and nephews’ births. They didn’t arrive until Grandma Pattie
arrived. So finally Grandma Pattie
arrived at our place around 6 pm Wednesday night. That night I went to bed resolved the babies
wouldn’t come for a few more days. Yes I
was incredibly pregnant and uncomfortable, but mostly I was just mentally ready
to start the next chapter. So Evan and I
finally went to bed at midnight.
Thursday September 4, 2014
1:30 AM: I woke up to
use the bathroom (shocker). And as I
hoisted myself out of the bed I felt like I had peed a little, but then
realized it was my “water” leaking.
There were no contractions, so I tried to go back to bed.
2:30 AM: I was having
mild contractions about 6 minutes apart and I was too excited that my babies
were finally coming so I got out of bed.
I made myself three pieces of peanut butter toast, a banana, and two
glasses of milk. (I always thought one
of the hardest parts about labor/delivery is being so hungry and tired…so I ate,
while I played Tetris)
4:00 AM: Evan woke up
to use the facilities. Poor thing was
experiencing food poisoning. He asked if
I needed anything and went to do his business.
Then I had to go potty again and
kicked him out of the bathroom.
4:30 AM? He took a shower…then I took a shower, cuz I wanted
to shave my legs and wash my nasty hair.
But it was a short shower [editor’s note: short shower for amber is
still longer than the average human shower] because my contractions were
getting very strong. These contractions
were stronger than any contraction I had with Autumn. I kept sticking my hand out the shower
curtain so I could squeeze Evan’s hand.
I thought If this labor is going to last as long as it did with Autumn’s,
AND with these strong of contractions… I’m not going to make it. But I told myself I could make it until 6 AM. I tried to take a bath to relax, because I
thought these contractions were going to be like this for forever and I should
try to relax. It didn't work.
5:30 AM: I moved out
onto the couch and had Evan bring a fan, because I was hot. I thought “I just need a 20 minute nap and
then we can go to the hospital and have these babies” (For Autumn’s delivery, I
had time to take a 20 minute nap after I was at a ten). Evan called my doctor
and told him we’d be at the hospital in 30-60 minutes once Amber has collected
herself and we got our things ready. I
said, “No, 30”. I had one contraction on
the couch and was super uncomfortable so I got up to walk around. I rested my head on the desk in our living
room and during another contraction I let out a scream, like the kind a
terrible actress makes on TV when they are having a pretend baby. The noise woke my mother up. Meanwhile Evan was gathering my “hospital bag”
and camera bag. I had my mom hold my
hand through one contraction while I yelled to Evan, “HE’S COMING, HE’S COMING!” Then I pulled down my underwear, pushed once
and Maverick David Norby was born. First
thing Dr. Evan did was look at the clock to declare he was born at 5:42
AM. My first thoughts were: ”boy do I feel better” and “is he OK?”. [And yes he was OK. He had good color, good tone, was crying
right away, and had his eyes wide open looking around]. Then my mom says, “ok, what do you want me to
do?”. I said, “Go get Autumn”. She said, “you want me to wake her up?” I said, “No, she’s standing right over there”
[There being the end of our small hallway staring at Evan holding Maverick. So my mom took Autumn next door to Evan’
parent’s place. Then my mom asked again what she wanted me to do, I said, “I
don’t know. What did you do for Heather?”
(Heather is my sister who also accidently had her second baby at home too). So my mom got me a bath robe and a beach
towel to wrap around my legs while Evan had already started putting our things
in the car. At this time, I am holding Maverick while trying not to pull on the
umbilical cord.
Then Evan and I headed to the car. I had two more contractions that were much,
much milder than before and one more in the car. Evan called the doctor again to tell him that
the first baby was just born in our living room and that we were heading to the
hospital now. Evan parked in “15 minute” parking outside the Emergency room,
got a wheel chair, and then came and got me and Maverick (who by the way was
still connected to me). We got into the
lobby of the Emergency Department and Evan swiped his hospital badge to get
through the doors. I said to him, “don’t
we need to like check in?” Evan responded,
“No, I’m just going to take you up to labor and delivery”. The looks on the faces of whoever was working
the check-in desk were priceless. They
seemed to say, “who is that guy? and Who does he think he is? and Was that lady
holding a baby?” I told Evan to calm down as he was wheeling
me in, because he was stressing me out.
I said to him, “we’re fine. We’re
fine.” Evan said, “I know” (despite the
fact that he had just hit the door while wheeling me through the first set of sliding
doors). But right after saying that I told
Evan to stop. He didn’t stop until I
screamed “EVAN EVAN EVAN”. This I did rather
loudly, because not only did he stop, but the two people who were at the front
desk came running to my wheel chair. I
gave one little push and a huge gush of water came out. followed by Violet
Patricia, Evan caught her and handed her to me.
I asked “what time is it?” Evan
said “six ish”. The lady from the front
desk tried to grab the baby to clean her off etc. and Evan snapped at her and
told her to leave her and me alone. The
front desk guy asked me, “how are you feeling?”
I said, “much better now…it’s over!”
Then Evan started pushing the wheel chair again. They tried to say that they wanted an ED doctor
to see me, but Evan kept pushing the wheel chair and said he was taking me to
Labor and Delivery. They did call some
Labor and Delivery nurses who met us on the elevator. Which Evan found after making a wrong turn
and the front desk people had to correct him on. He seemed so assertive it was funny when he
started to turn the wrong way.
When we made it up to the labor and delivery floor the
nurses (like all 7 of them) started
fussing over the three of us and trying to take my babies from me. I said, “Time out! What are you doing? Tell me the plan.” So they started telling me what they wanted
to do (of which was clean the babies up and put them on the warmer) and I said, “uh, well, we’re still all
attached so how about, no.” My response made
them more flustered. They helped move
all three of us to a bed and Evan went into doctor mode, clamping cords, cutting
codes etc. Then my doctor came in, Evan
turned his attention to me, and our doctor finished things up...delivered the
placenta etc. One of the nurses was
concerned about Maverick’s temperature being 97.4 so she took him to the
warmer. Evan walked over to the warmer saw
the repeat temperature being the same and basically told the nurse to bring him
back to me which she did. Thank you very much.
Then the nurses funneled out and left us alone for a while. Overall it was a great day. No surgery needed; no unnecessary procedures or poking; no being confined to the bed on the monitor
having the nurses freak out about the fetus’ heart rate, heart rate
variability, etc.; no tearing; and it was all over so fast. I’m so thankful they made it here safe and
that we’ve all stayed healthy. My doctor
said it was remarkable. He said that he
always worries about the second twin as they often don’t want to come into the
birth canal (obviously not the case for miss Violet, I had said for weeks that
she would be pushing him out based on the way she acted in the womb) and /or
contractions can die down. I know the relatively
easy delivery was due to lots of prayers, priesthood blessings I had received,
and definitely a lot of positive thinking.
We were in a bit of a hurry to get into the hospital so Evan left the camera in the car so our first photos are a few hours after the babies were born. Above: Violet
Maverick
L: Maverick R: Violet
Maverick
Violet
Autumn wanted to leave playgroup early to meet her siblings. She requested to hold brother first.
The proud grandparents.
Our family of 5! (Maverick left, Violet right)
Autumn was very excited to help with Maverick's diaper change.
Maverick and his awesome nurse, Peggy. The staff was all very kind and helpful. However since Evan works at the hospital word traveled fast so we had a lot of visitors. I found it odd that when they'd come in they kept asking if "Doctor Norby" needed anything. Also I got super annoyed when my doctors would come in and ask if I needed anything but addressed all their questions to Evan. Um "hello! over here"
I surprised Evan with this shirt in the hospital
L: Violet R: Maverick
As we were being discharged the nurse gave Autumn a "big sister" arm bracelet
Welcome home balloons.
Autumn missed her nap the day before and it was nap time when we got home. She did not want to take more pictures.
She wanted to sit in the baby seat.
Chillin'
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