Sunday morning, February 13th, came along...I was uncomfortable & miserable, just like any other day, but no pain. Then....2:00 rolled around & I was having contractions again. I'm always afraid of crying wolf or looking like a big pansy, so I just cried my way through most of the pain. Around 5:00 I decided to throw a casserole together for dinner, I had the oven preheated & half of the ingredients out & decided I should go to the hospital.
I called my sister to see if Caleb could come hang out so we could go see what was happening & she said, "OF COURSE"! We packed Caleb & myself some 'just in case this is really happening' bags & we were on our way.
The nurses got me into a room around 6:00 and long story short - I was dilated to a 6. That's right...a freaking 6! Before I could get the lovely epidural - they had to pump a whole bag of pitocin in me - that took F O R E V E R.
When having twins - they like to take every precaution. You don't get to deliver in the privacy of your own room...they wheel you into the cold, sterile operating room.
Casey...prepped & ready!

The pediatrician & he had 3 assistants. The anesthesiologist, Dr Hess, (he was a super cute old man). I was a pansy getting my epidural. I have back pain anyway...and when you're having contractions & dilated to a 9...anything extra just takes ya over the top I think. Then there was my 2 nurses and there were 2 other people that I'm not sure what they were doing there. Oh... & Casey & myself - and eventually little miss Taylor & Rylee.

6 lbs 11 oz
19 inches long
7 lbs 3 oz
19 inches long
(I can't make the stupid picture turn!!)
(I can't make the stupid picture turn!!)



I am so blessed. It blows my mind that I was able to carry twins to 36 weeks & have them be born so healthy & so stinking cute. I was surrounded by a kind, knowledgeable staff of Dr's & nurses. I have family members & friends who are all so supportive & kind & loving. Blessed....it's pretty much the only word that comes to my mind.