I just read something in Erita's blog that reminded me of a funny story when I was pregnant with the twins. I found out I was pregnant right around my birthday in 2000. It was way too early for an ultrasound at that point. A week later I woke up absolutely convinced that it was twins. Then I woke up a bit more, shook my head, said naaah and got up.
About a month later I went in for my first ultrasound. Everything was normal. The doctor was looking at "the baby's" heart, etc. and everything looked great. So I'm looking at the picture and all of a sudden he says "uh oh". And I had a little shock. Then he said "we don't like to see that". And I had a bigger shock. Honestly I was thinking cyst, tumor, something wrong with the placenta, etc. That's what mom's do, right? Worry.
Then the doctor says "it's twins". I don't know if I wanted to cry for joy that everything was all right or slap him for scaring me like that. Anyway, everything was OK with both babies, separate placentas and umbilicals and all that. When they share, there can sometimes be problems.
So as soon as I got out of there I called Richard. I told him to sit down. Then I told him it was twins. I swear I don't think I ever heard him babble before. The people he worked with said he was white as a sheet too!
So we went from planning for "the baby" to OMG what are we going to do with two? What if they're the same sex, what if they're different, etc. All our plans out the window. Dearra was going to move into the bigger bedroom and the baby was going to get the little one. Turns out she kept the little room and we moved two cribs into the bigger one.
Richard's family wanted a boy. All the grandkids so far had been girls, but Dearra wanted a sister. The next ultrasound we found out it was a boy and a girl. Guess somebody up there decided to grant everybody's wish.
The last ultrasound before they were born was funny. All that time, I was thinking that the baby on the left was really lively compared to the one on the right. Well, it turned out that the boy, Cary, had his feet and head on the left side. His sister, Naomi, had her head on the right side and her feet on the left side. Right by his head, I might add. She was kicking him in the head BEFORE they were born and things have not changed much!
Well they were due September 20th. Richard had to work his usual thing on Labor Day Weekend, so Mom and Dad came to stay with me. I kept telling them I'd be fine, but no. Mom said "we're coming" and that was that. Labor day morning my water broke so I woke Dad up and he took me to the hospital while Mom stayed with Dearra. Later that day, Wendy calls to make a joke about it being Labor Day. Ha ha the joke was on her.
Before I went to the hospital I called Richard, I paged Richard, etc. He was going on about 3 hours of sleep. He used to cater the MD telethon every Labor Day. Well his people told him to get his butt out of there and go to the hospital. On his way out, Jerry Lewis, of all people, comes running up and tell him "Still here? Get out of here and give your wife my love". Pretty cool.
So it's 11:30 at night and Cary's finally ready to make his appearance. I'm thinking cool, he will have one birthday and Naomi will have a different one. Then dummy me forgets all my pushing lessons and pushes with the wrong set of muscles. Head goes back up inside. After that, Cary's heart got all excited and they decided to do a c-section. So they both ended up being born the next morning (around 1:30) a minute apart.
It was the doctor's wife's birthday too. Sorry Mrs. Taras for ruining your birthday celebration. I hope your husband made it up to you!
It was a very nice story, Dawn. Thank you for sharing. How fun it is to have twin...boy and girl. When I was pregnant people thought I had twins, just because my belly was huge. However it runs in our family. My grandma has twin sister, my husband's grandma had twin sister as well. Your twins are cute. 