Today is The Day!

"Babe, I'm freezing cold!" I whispered as I scooted into bed beside my husband in an attempt to steal body heat and comfort myself.  I was shivering uncontrollably and I thought I must be cold.  He wrapped me up in a blanket and asked if everything was okay.  I told him yes and we slipped back into a light sleep before the alarm clocks started going off.
Still shivering, why was I still shivering?  I grabbed my phone and searched google for "labor symptoms" while my husband was getting ready for work.  Yep, shivering is one of them.  It couldn't be, not today, my c-section is scheduled for tomorrow!  All the thoughts racing through my head, most importantly, I had not packed a bag.  Typical of me to procrastinate, but seriously I still had one more day!  I looked up as Denver peered into the bedroom, "Caitlin call the doctor".  I looked down at my phone and glanced up again at him, "I have to drive 2 hours to work, so you need to call now!".  I dial the phone to reach the on-call doctor and explain my symptoms, sure enough I was in labor.  We scramble around the apartment grabbing random things that we may need and I rinse off in the shower without washing my hair (which is a big deal to me), and then we were off to the hospital.
We arrived shortly after I had started having contractions while riding in the car.  Both of us felt so unprepared, like we were going to puke at any moment.  We held it together as they showed us to our room and I started to get prepared to have my c-section.
Family members start arriving to say their last "good lucks" before we head back to the delivery room.  I was pumped with 2 bags of fluid, and hooked up to a million different machines monitoring everything you can imagine.  It was all happening so fast!  Meanwhile, I was having the most awful contractions and squeezing the life out of my poor husbands hand.  Before I knew it I was being wheeled down the hall, alone, to the operating room where they would begin to give me an epidural.  Alone, yes alone, I just wanted my husband or my mom or someone!  The head nurse grabbed my hands and told me not to worry.  She reminded me of my sweet Mema and all of the sudden I felt comforted, still scared, but I felt like I was in good hands.
The epidural hit me and I felt great!  For the first time in months I felt like I could actually breath!  No more pressure, no more pain, no more feeling anything.  Honestly, at that moment all I wanted to do was fall asleep, but I was about to become a mother.  In walks my husband, all scrubbed up, it was time!  The doctor comes in with just enough time to wash his hands and slap on some gloves, here it goes!
Five minutes later, (yes 5 minutes) out comes a beautiful little Native American bundle, Layla Marie or better known as Baby A.  Then precisely one minute later, an exact gorgeously perfect replica comes out, Annabelle Lee or Baby B.  We were so excited, happy, scared, overjoyed!  We were finally parents to not one, but two sweet little baby girls, and they were absolutely perfect!

Pretty in Pink

Married and pregnant with twins starting my senior year of college.  Well, go big or go home I suppose.  Our doctor at VPFW told my husband and me early on that I would more than likely not go full term and that I would probably be put on bed rest at some point.  Fortunately, I had been a college athlete up until this point so my body was in great condition to handle a twin pregnancy (not to mention my naturally big hips helped a little too).
The first few months were full of stomach sickness, migraines, and hormonal tears every now and again.  My loving husband took me to Jimmy Johns for lunch one Saturday, and we order two sandwiches to sit down and eat.  I took a bite, and tears started to well up in my eyes.  He looks over at me, "What's wrong babe?".  I look up trying to fight back tears, "They put mayonnaise on my sandwich", and the tears began to pour down my face.  He quickly gathered our things and walked me to the car.  We get in and I look at him, completely embarrassed and obviously still upset about the mayo incident.  He says, "don't worry about the sandwich, let's just a take a drive".  Long story short, we ended up at Bass Pro Shop, where we spent the day walking around and eating fudge.  What a great guy, right?
Eventually the sickness and migraines faded away, and for a short period of time I felt like Superwoman.  My days were spent going to class and completing assignments, and my nights were spent waiting tables at Colonial Pizza.  Pregnancy was treating me well, and I was fully enjoying the belly.
It was finally time to find out what we were having!  Boys, boys, boys!  Two boys is what we wanted, or at least one of each.  We go into the doctor's office with anticipation building as we sign in and wait to be called back.  Right away the ultrasound tech asks if we would like to know what we are having.  "Yes!" we said excitedly as we stared at the screen trying to figure it out ourselves.  Two girls?!  We were shocked but happy that we were going to have two healthy girls.  (At this point, all we knew was that the girls were in two separate sacs inside of me, which meant that they were going to be fraternal twins)
I was overly excited that I was going to be able to buy girl clothes, toys, and of course accessories!  My husband, naturally, was feeling down about not having any boys, but now he would not trade these girls for the world.  I slipped on the two little pink bracelets and went to show the family.  It was official, we were about to be up to our eyeballs in pink!

And Then There Were Four

3 a.m., yep, that is when we found out we were going to be parents.  Sitting in our small city apartment just big enough for the two of us.  We were in shock.  Obviously we knew how it happened, but how did this happen to us?  Our emotions were tinkering between excited and scared for our lives.  We were having a baby (or so we thought).
All of our family and friends were so excited that we would be adding a sweet little baby to the family!  We had become excited ourselves and could not wait for the first trip to the doctor.  

Here we go, first ultrasound.  We check in at the VPFW office and there are pregnant women all around me.  I look around and think, if these women can all do it, then I surely can.  We sit in the waiting room, nervous and excited to finally see the little baby inside of me.  I lay down in the chair and the ultrasound tech squirts a large amount of gooey substance all over my stomach.  The anticipation builds as she goes searching for that tiny little gummy bear.  She zooms in, "well there is your little peanut".  A collective "awww" from my husband and I as tears start to well up in my eyes.  She zooms back out and in again, "and there is your other other peanut".  Wait, what?  What do you mean other peanut?  "Yep, you are having twins".  She said it so matter of fact, which I suppose is the only way to say it.  Happy, scared, and unsure tears run down my face.  I'm going to be a mother to two babies.  Oh, boy!  And then there were four.