- I did awake to a rumbly tummy...not because I was hungry or nervous, but there were two little babies in there who just loved to roll around.
- I did not eat anything because I was scheduled for surgery (even though I really wanted an egg sandwich, bacon, strawberries with whipped cream, and OJ as Husband had brought me every day before I was diagnosed with GD...gestational diabetes be damned).
- I did lay in bed cherishing my last few hours of "alone time" knowing that they were the last that I would get for a while.
- I did not get nervous. After having these babies in me for 38.5 weeks, I was ready. They would have stayed in there until Kindergarten (I never felt a contraction...not even one...I still have no idea what they feel like and I have no problem with that)!
- I did need help getting into the car.
- I did not mind getting dropped off while Husband parked.
- I did use a wheelchair to get to the Maternity ward.
- I did not need help getting into my hospital gown.
- I did love the little funnel thing they gave me to pee in (ummm...seriously...why don't all doctor's offices use these?).
- I did not giggle my ass off at seeing Husband in his surgical gear.
- I did ask the anesthesiologist if she slipped me a mickey b/c I was really feeling strange and very relaxed.
- I did not care at all about the epidural.
- I did feel like I was having an out of body experience when they began the c-section.
- I did not worry at all...I was in good hands as were the babies.
- I did hear Hailey's first cries.
- I did not hear Matthew's first cries.
- I did wish with all my might that the doctors would remove their hands from inside my body...what a strange experience.
- I did not act surprised when they told me the Crazies' weights (although I was surprised). Hailey was 6 pounds 2 ounces and Matt was 7 pounds 6 ounces. I incubated some pretty big babies! No wonder I could barely walk!!!
- I did act surprised when Husband started crying at the news that Matt had to go to the NICU. I wasn't ready for his reaction at all.
- I did not mind reassuring Husband when they took Matt to the NICU. I had prepared myself for the possibility of it happening.
- I did take one look at Hailey and wondered, "Am I really ready for all this?"
- I did not remember being taken to recovery.
- I did feel badly for Husband as he ran from NICU (Matt) to the nursery (Hailey) to Recovery (Me). He certainly had his Super-Husband/Daddy cape on that day.
- I did not mind that Husband was the first to feed Matt and that I wasn't even around to witness it.
- I did feel overwhelmed when they wheeled both babies in together and I was expected to nurse (that's another post entirely).
- I did not have a freaking clue where to start.
- I did realize that this was the rest of my life and I'd better get started right away.
- I did not secretly congratulate myself for keeping my lipstick on through the entire surgery (okay, I did...GO ME!!!).
If you're friends with me on FB, you've already seen these pictures, but whatever...if you didn't love them, you wouldn't be reading, right? Either way, sorry for the repetition!
