December 22, 2009

Our lives changed forever that morning at 8:02 am Dawson Lee made his way into this world and out of my womb kicking and screaming. The nurse said he grabbed a tool she was using. It was only two minutes later at 8:04 am that Phillip Charles was dragged out of his cozy pocket in an inconvenient place at the top of my womb and he grabbed his own umbilical cord.

The surgery had been planned on contingencies that all was going well for at least a month. "Twins are usually delivered this way" Dr. Litt explained multiple times, at our multiple OBGYN visits. I was most nervous about the epidural or spinal in my case. Though I should have been scared of the IV, catheter, and inevitable constipation. Andy, my mom and I arrived at the hospital with our bags at 5:30am, we began filling out paper work and then I was hooked up to an IV and was told I had to have two bags of fluid get pumped through me before going under the knife. I was put in a surgery holding room where only one person can be with me at a time. Andy of course stayed with me and for a quick few minutes my mom switched him places. It is nice to have the people who love you around when you are scared, it makes it seem in some way you are protected because you know they won't let anything bad happen to you. So Andy got suited up in his surgery gear and escorted me into the surgery room. They did the spinal and my waist went numb then they strapped me down to the operating table, shaped like a cross. The anesthesiologist asked how I was doing, I replied "good," he said "that is good since you have been cut open for about two minutes." I had no idea. Andy was by my side holding my hand. He stood up to look over the blue curtain that was blocking my view. I couldn't see his mouth or facial expressions because of the mask he had to wear, but his eyes said it all. His eyes were alive with rapid movements almost exploding from their sockets. He said "I see a foot." About ten seconds later i heard the crying, and in that moment the world changed.

The moment I heard Dawson cry I said that is my son! I wanted to hug everyone in the delivery room I thanked them for what they were doing, I couldn't have been more grateful. My eyes swelled up and I had that "tears of joy moment" and then when Philip made his way out screaming I had that moment all over again except this time it was making me bawl.

December 22, 2009 our lives where changed by the arrival of our sons, our twin boys, that we had been anticipating for so long. Yes it is true, I now have a different meaning of the word love. It means something more connected to the world, it means being grateful for life, I think love is being a parent. This blog is about our sons, our twins, their adventures and milestones, the Great Unstoppable Biehns!