And then there were four

When three become one...

August 10,2018 (35 weeks and 4 days)
That Friday morning, I woke up with back pain. That was not unusual towards the end of the pregnancy. It usually eased by pretty quickly once I got out of bed but that morning it hung around. And Viktor, who was normally a very active little boy, was not moving around. He must have been resting up for what he may have known was going to be a big day. Sofia on the other had was bouncing around in there. I called the doctor's office just to check in and see if I should be checked again before going into the weekend, since I was 4-5cm dilated at the last check up. That morning the doctors office opened up an hour and a half later than usual because of a meeting. I continued to work from home, and deny that I may be in labor. At 9:30am I called Maitri and the nurse told me to come into the office and get some sugar in me to see if that would get Viktor moving on my way in. On my way to the doctor's office they called and said to go directly to the hospital since the doctor on call was paged to the hospital and Viktor still wasn't moving around much.

By the time I got to the hospital and was hooked up to the monitors, Viktor was dancing around like usual. I'm pretty sure he was trying to kick the monitor from the inside and the nurse kept having to readjust it to keep track of his perfect little heart beat. We watched what started out as small contractions continue to get stronger over the next few hours, until the monitor looked like it was recording an earthquake. While I was able to breathe through the pain and try to talk to all the people coming into the room to check on my, the contractions continued to increase in intensity and grew closer together until there was not much of a break in-between. I was not dilating past 5cm so I was holding out hope I could keep those babies in there. Just one more day!!

I got to the hospital around 10:30am and just before 3:00pm I was being walked over to the OR to get prepped for the c-section. I asked Dave to make sure Rob and Stelio's know they was about to officially be parents, and grab my phone for pictures.
At 3:28pm we heard the a little cry as Sofia took her first breath and put those lungs to work. She was checkout, bundled up and handed to Dave to wait for her brother to arrive. One of the nurses said "Aww she looks just like her mother" which made Dave and I look at each other and laugh. When our kids were born they looked just like Dave so it made me giggle that they thought Sofia looked like me, finally some resemblance and she wasn't even mine!
At 3:30pm Viktor made his debut and Dave said he say a little smile on Sofia's face when she heard her brother's first cry. Sofia hung out with us and had her first meal as her brother went to the NICU briefly to get a little oxygen to open his lungs up a bit more than they were doing on their own. I asked about him as soon as we left the OR and received a call shortly after from the NICU saying he was doing great and would meet us over in the mother and baby unit when got transferred over there. The nurses continued to monitor my fever that spiked shortly before surgery and when they felt it was stable we were on our trip over to our new wing and home for the next few days.
Sofia  

 Viktor


Sofia was such a calm, cuddly baby from the beginning. Being held or bundled in her bassinet she slept and made soft cooing noises. When they put her under the heat lamp she stretched out and looked so content, and I'm sure happy to have the space to stretch those little legs out.

While Viktor seemed to prefer to be held and snuggled with, and would squirm around and whimper a bit when put in his bassinet. However he did seem to be calm when their bassinets were next to each other. It was so sweet to hear their soft breaths that first night and the babies got to hear my voice while on the outside of me and I finally got to lay on my back and take a deep breath again! It was the perfect "ending" to our time together. They were calm and peaceful, with their perfect little faces and made adorable noises while Dave and I snuggled them,  making sure they felt loved from the moment they came into this world.



I was really hoping that Rob and Stelio's would be there for the birth, but these little babies were determined to be born. It was very nice to have that first night with them, still keeping them safe and happy as I tried over the last nine months until the could meet their daddies. All the pain was worth it seeing their sweet faces and knowing this was the beginning of what I can only imagine will be a wonderful life to follow.



When two became four...

I think I was just as excited for Rob and Stelio's to arrive as I was to meet the babies. I was holding Sofia when I heard a soft knock on the door. Watching those first moments were almost surreal, the last year flashed through my mind, all the work we all put in to make this moment happen and it was finally here. Excitement, unconditional love, fear, protection, joy, tears, amazement, appreciation, peace and so many more emotions flashed on thier faces when I handed them their babies and I knew my part was done. The babies started fussing a little as they settled into their daddies arms and Rob said "A little help here, we're kind of new at this" and could not help but laugh and say think Welcome to Parenthood! And realized how painful it was to laugh after a c-section! Which happened many times over the next few days which were filled with smiles and laughter.






I came to look forward to our daily chats and holding babies. The nursing staff has been beyond amazing, making the transition so smooth, keeping us all updated on each other, and helping to coordinate us communicating and visiting with each other while allowing me to recover and them to settle into parenting and being a family.

which allowed me to rest and recover knowing everyone was doing well. It seemed like everything happened as it should, and while my journey with the babies was ending, this incredible new story was being written and I felt so lucky to have been a part of it.



A little token I now wear to remember this journey and the piece of my heart that now lives in France.

 💕

I am often asked how I did it, carry the babies for nine months and they let them go. And I tell people they were never mine, and it was not hard to "give them back" because I waited this whole time to see the look on their dad's faces when they got to hold their babies for the first time. This pregnancy was never my pregnancy, and these were never my babies. I gave them a safe place to grow while two amazing people prepared to become parents for the first time, to twins!





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