This was about the time it all started...it was a Thursday morning and their dad had just left for work to a job over an hour away. I was sooo excited because, after almost 9 months, I was finally going to meet them, face-to-face! So I got out of bed when I felt the first contractions and excitedly started gathering what I may need for my trip to the hospital. That's when the contractions got stronger! But no worries, having given birth once before, I figured what had worked to relieve the pain that time would surely work this time...right?? So, with a self-serving smirk on my face and the grace of an over-sized yoga instructor, I proceeded to gently drop to the floor and press the heel of my foot against my pelvic bone. Trust me, it's not as hard as it sounds...
With the smirk still on my face, I wait for the pain to subside... um hmm, it's going to be subsiding any minute now, soon, heehee, ....ok, uh, pain... subside... SUBSIDE!!!! IT DIDN'T WORK!!! Ok, ok, don't panic Trena, let's try something else...except.... I DON'T HAVE ANOTHER BACK-UP PLAN FOR THE PAIN!!
Panic started... Now ya'll, back then, I still worried about what folks would think so I hesitated in calling the ambulance... Instead, I called my then-husband, who'd made it to work by now....over an hour away, to say, yeah, you may need to come on back. He goes, "Ok, do I have time to finish one project?" Mind you, gauging from the experience of when I'd had my son three years prior, that seemed like a reasonable request and as I accessed the pain level, I decided to be brave and said, "Yeah, just come immediately afterwards!"
Oh boy..... as soon as I hung the phone up, it felt like a Predator was just beginning to walk up my driveway... Let me explain this...When I had my son and was in full blown labor pains, in an attempt to "remember" the pain of childbirth to help in my future decision to ever do it again, I had to compare an event to the pain. One comparison was of a giant can of string beans, you know, the extra large cans, dropping on the crease of my big toe and the other comparison was of a Predator, from the Arnold Schwartzenegger movie, pulling my spine, as he did to his victims in the movie, out of my body. And this mo-fo was at the proverbial door, ringing the doorbell!
What seemed like hours, and it probably was a couple, the hubster walks in the door and we load up to head to the hospital. Ya'll, bless his heart... it felt like he was driving just slow enough to get fired from driving Ms Daisy! When we finally reached the hospital, I was greeted by two of everything...two doctors, two nurses, two PAs, etc...they had a team for each of the babies and once again drawing from my previous experience, I immediately asked for the two anesthesiologists! I wanted my pain meds and I wanted them NOW!!
After taking the needle in the back like a pro, everything was made right again. *Sidenote: I do want to interject here to say I imagine I now know what a junkie looking for his next high feels like... When I noticed my pain medicine bag getting empty, I immediately started fidgeting and looking around, inquiring about the whereabouts of my "pusher man" (the anesthesiologist); didn't matter to me, Ms Nurse Lady, that I had about a half hour before I would feel any more pain, I WANTED MY DRUGS AND I WANTED THEM PRONTO!
When it was time to meet these two little babies and the doctor told me I could start pushing now, I nonchalantly went through the motions (couldn't feel a thing from my waist down and that's exactly the way I wanted it!), out came Baby A...Miss Alexis. Oh, what a beautiful sight to see...a brave little head with a jet black wrap, aka, her hair was swirled around her scalp like a tiny representation of the galaxy. The doctor had to tap the bottom of her feet to get the acknowledging cry out of her.
Watching to make sure the PA property tagged her, you know, making sure he put the band they place on patients to identify them (there were stories of baby-swapping going on back then), we started work on Baby B. Now, here's where Alyssa comes into the picture, causing drama for absolutely NO reason. This little lady decides she's not going to come out after all and heads back up towards my breastplate!! The staff is actually watching her do this from the sonogram screens! My primary doctor was a little Hispanic lady, about 4 feet nothing, but she was handling things like a champ! She said, "Ok, don't push until I say so but when I do say so, push with all you got! I'm going to reach up there and get her!" Alright then....And that's exactly what she proceeded to do...reached right in, grab Ms Alyssa by the ankles and pulled her tail out! No feet tapping needed for this one, she made her displeasure of being disturbed in her plans quite known!
She came out with a similar wrap to Alexis, except hers was light brown in color. Another beautiful sight to see... I know my heart must have burst and re-glued itself back together with all the joy I had in there for my babies.
And 23 years later, to this day, these young ladies continue to bring me so much pride and joy....And I thank God for blessing me and trusting me to raise these two beautiful souls.
Happy birthday Ladies! I love you with all that I am. <3
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