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![]() | Age: 22 Country: Ireland Province/region: Leinster City: Wicklow Partner: Stephen Children: Yes, 2 Pregnant: Not anymore Occupation: Student (English Literature and Creative Writing) |
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| 12-6-2008 - Louis and Liadan! | My mood while writing this blog:Exhausted |
Our Twins born 22nd April 2008 at 3:01 pm and 3:02 pm, at 38 weeks and 2 days
Louis weighed: 6 lb 6 0z
Liadan weighed: 5 lb 13 0z
Now, at 7 weeks old, Louis weighs 10 lb 6 oz, and Liadan weighs 9 lb 5 0z! They are thriving!
Well, it's been a long time since I was on the site, or since I wrote anything here! It feels like months and months! We are absolutely and thoroughly exhausted! Our babies are beautiful and gorgeous but they are a LOT of work! Louis is an incredibly laidback baby, but Liadan is more the stressed-out, agitated type. I have to keep mittens on her little hands to stop her scratching her own face. She keeps doing that, especially when she is stressed out. It is amazing how quickly we saw the differences in their personalities. Louis just takes things in his stride; Liadan just seems so much more anxious. She is difficult to settle after a feed, so we think she has colic, whereas Louis will usually settle right back down. They are now 7 weeks and 2 days old! The C-section was much more traumatic for me than I expected. It was horrible lying there knowing I was going to be cut open. The good thing about it is that it was over quickly. We had to go in to the hospital at about 7 am, and then we had to wait around for hours in this waiting room till about 2pm, and then the operation was performed at 3. All the waiting was terrible, because I wasn't allowed eat or drink water. Also, I knew what was looming! I was so scared in the operating room as they were administering the epidurel, that I kept feeling like I was going to cry. Tears did come and it was hard to speak to the nurses because I knew I would just burst into tears if I began to talk! Finally I was lying down and feeling the weird numbness coming over me. At last Stephen was allowed into the room, and he distracted me completely from what was going on by staring straight into my eyes and touching my face, making me concentrate on him and only him. I just stared into his eyes and I don't know what he was saying to me but it all helped so much. Then, we heard our baby boy's cry for the first time! It sounded so gurgly at first, then was a cry in full blast! I couldn't help it; I sobbed and sobbed. It was the weirdest, most surreal feeling in the world: After carrying these two babies for so long, feeling them move and grow, and feeling my body stretch out to make space for them, and now finally we were hearing their beautiful strong cries! They held up each baby, one after the other, these two skinny purple long babies! I didn't get to hold my babies, but Stephen and the nurse held them up to my face, so I could kiss their scrunched up little faces and see them properly for the first time. Then, I was brought to the recovery room where I had to stay for a whole HOUR before I could go to the ward and hold my babies!!! As you can imagine, I was absolutely desperate to hold them and see them, and I had had no idea I would have to stay away from them for that long after they were born. Apparently it is because other women in the recovery room may have just lost babies or had ectopic pregnancies, so out of sensitivity to those women they don't let babies in there. That hour last a long, long time. Stephen kept coming up to me in the recovery room, telling me the babies were fine. I was so glad he got to spend the first hour of their lives with them. This is something he has with them that I didn't, just like I got to have them in my belly for months and months, feeling them move, and he could not share that. So I was very glad he got to have this to himself. Tears were streaming down our faces when I finally got to hold the babies: They were placed on my chest and I realised I was crying and then looked at Stephen and saw him crying too. The love I felt and feel now because of him and our babies was overwhelming.
I had to stay in the hospital for 5 days, and that was not fun, except we had a lot of visitors which was great. The hospital was far too warm, and stiflingly stuffy, and I found that to be the worst part of being in there for so long. I was in tears a lot, trying to deal with two new babies in there at night, and with milk coming in and engorging my breasts! It was hard to make them feed and keep feeding, because they were so sleepy in their birth-drowse.
Now, there is no more of a routine than there was in the beginning! It is manic, and there is no way I can deal with the two of them on my own, so I need constant help. My mother is an amazing help, and Stephen is here a LOT, dealing with the babies. We got our first smiles from them over the last few days, and that feeling is amazing. We haven't had time to take many pictures over the last few weeks, but I wish we did. It is just constant work here! Anyway, speaking of which, I have to go, I will write more if I get time! I will also put up more pictures, in the photos section. Hope all our well! I miss keeping in touch with everyone.
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