Thursday, February 3, 2011

Catch Up Post #2 - Halloween 2010



Mor Mor took the kids to the store to choose their pumpkins.  (Thanks, Mom!)  Peyton and Maryam each designed their jack-o-lanterns.  Tobin and I did most of the carving for them.  We made the jack-o-lanterns on the 22nd, and they were moldy long before Halloween.  I guess I still am not used to the effects of warm weather on our poor pumpkins.  Next year we will wait to carve our pumpkins until just a couple days before Halloween.




Peyton wanted to be Peter Pan and Maryam wanted to be Tinkerbell for Halloween.  I had a momentary delusion that I would sew their costumes again this year.  Then, the voice of reason and reality (Tobin) arrived.  So we bought their costumes.  I was quite glad not to have to sit at my sewing machine after about 7 months pregnant.  


Natalie and Braden were the "Lost Boys" to Peyton and Maryam's Peter Pan and Tinkerbell.  Initially, I hoped the babies would be born at the end of September and we could all attend the ward Trunk or Treat together.  Since the babies weren't born until early October, the three of us stayed home while Tobin, Peyton, and Maryam attended the ward party.  They had a great time!  Maryam and her friends trick-or-treated through the building several times and ended up with a lot of candy.  Peyton and his friend trick-or-treated once around the building and then decided they would rather spend the rest of the time playing together.  Peyton was a little disappointed that he didn't have as much candy as his sister, but still stuck by his decision to play.

Catch Up Post #1 - Birth Story

I prayed every day during the last couple weeks of pregnancy that these two babies would decide to make their entrance into the world that day.  But they decided that they would just wait and bake a little longer.  Tobin's parents drove to California during the last week of October.  Unfortunately, Bob had to go home on October 7th, so he didn't get to meet the new babies on this trip.  My mom flew in on October 6th.  Thank you, Auntie Cindy, for picking her up at the airport!

On October 7th at 6 am I called the hospital, as instructed, to see if it was a good time for me to come in for my scheduled induction.  They told me that it was currently pretty busy and I should call back about 9:30.  I was so disappointed!  I had already showered and dressed for the day.  I was seriously ready to leave for the hospital at 6:01 if we got the "go ahead."  Instead, we went back to bed for a while.  At 9:30 on the dot, I called the hospital again.  This time I explained that I was 38 weeks pregnant with twins and schedule for induction that day.  They told me to come in right away.  Hallelujah!  Tobin and I swiftly got ready to leave.  Strangely, a few minutes later I got a call from a different nurse asking why I hadn't called in at 9 am as instructed and when I planned to come to the hospital.  Not sure what happened there . . . some kind of communication break down.

We arrived at the hospital about 10 am, and were the third couple in line to register for labor and delivery.  We waited in the hallway for quite a while.  I think it was probably 30 minutes before it was even our turn to register.  By the time we started to register, our nurse was already looking for us and trying to speed up the registration process.  We were finally settled in a labor and delivery room around 11.  The nurses hooked up an IV and asked if I would like to have something to eat before they started the Pitocin, since I would not be able to eat after that.  I was so anxious to get this show on the road that I declined food.  They convinced me to at least have a snack.  I acquiesced and quickly ate some crackers.  There were some formalities, paperwork, a brief chat with the doctor, and Pitocin was finally started around 2 pm.

I was hoping labor would be quick once the Pitocin started.  No such luck!  It took several hours just to get dilated to a 4.  (I was already somewhere between 2 and 2 1/2 cm dilated when we arrived at the hospital.)  Of course the nurses would check on me every 20 to 30 minutes and increase the Pitocin drip.  After I while I started thinking I should pay more attention to what they were doing so I could increase the Pitocin while they weren't looking.  But don't worry, I'm way to nervous about that sort of thing and didn't want to harm myself or the babies, so I never did.  At one point I asked them to break Braden's water to see if that would move labor along.  They did, but it didn't really help things progress any faster. 

I got an epidural pretty early on because I didn't want to miss the opportunity if labor ever really did get going well.  They gave me a pretty low dose and the fancy button to give myself more medicine as needed.  The epidural was a little wonky for a while.  My right leg became numb pretty quickly, but my left didn't.  My left leg was more swollen from general pregnancy water retention, so that made the epidural slower there.  I ended up having to lay on my side for a while to get the medicine into that leg.

Eventually, Tobin left to get some dinner and came back to eat in my room.  I ate some Jello, drank lots of water, ate ice chips.  I think we had gone through about four different nurses by that time, and the doctor's shift had also changed, so we were on our second doctor.  The nurses told me that I should push the call button when I felt like I was getting complete or I needed to push.  Tobin and I decided to take a nap for a while.  He was watching a ball game, so he had the remote from the hospital bed, which also happens to be the speaker for the TV and the call button for the nurse.  I woke up about an hour later feeling like I had progressed quite a bit and should be checked.  Unfortunately, Tobin still had the call button/remote/TV speaker thing.  I said his name over and over, but he wouldn't wake up.  I started yelling his name and eventually threw a couple of things at him (that missed).  I was beginning to be afraid that I was going to have to deliver the babies by myself with my husband asleep in the chair a few feet away.  Tobin finally woke up and called for the nurse.  I was dilated to a 9.  Almost there!  We waited a while longer, and I started to feel like things had changed again.  But I didn't want to call the nurse quite yet because I figured I was now 9 1/2 and didn't want to have the nurse come in just to leave us to wait again.  A couple minutes later the nurse came in our room on her own, saying she had seen something on the monitor at the nurses station that made her think I might be complete.  And I was!

I was transferred to a different bed/gurney and wheeled into the cesarean suite (operating room).  Twins are delivered there (at least at Kaiser) in case of the need for an emergency C-section.  The room was quickly full of people.  My nurse and the doctor on call (whom I had never met before that night) and a midwife were there to coach me through labor.  There were also two pediatric nurses, a pediatrician, and the anesthesiologist.  Poor Tobin barely had room to get in next to me.  And they made him sit down in case he should faint. 

I pushed for about 30 minutes, and finally at 2:56 am October 8th our baby boy was here!  His face was the most beautiful sight I could imagine!  I got a few seconds with him on my tummy while Tobin cut the umbilical cord.  Then he was taken to another part of the room to be weighed and cleaned up a bit.  Tobin walked over to watch, came back a minute or so later, and told me that his name is Braden Anders.  (We had not yet decided on his name, though we had several in mind.)  He was 6 lbs 6 oz and 20 1/2 inches long.

Natalie arrived just 5 minutes behind her brother (3:01 am October 8th).  I barely had to push at all.  In fact, I started to bear down as I had with Braden, and the doctor immediately told me to stop.  I think Natalie would have shot right out if I had continued to push hard.  What a beautiful baby girl!  I got a few seconds with her also, while Tobin cut her cord.  She was 5 lbs 13 oz and 19 1/2 inches long.

A bit later I was being transferred to another gurney and taken back to the labor and delivery room with our babies for recovery.  As the epidural wore off, my right leg came back pretty quickly, but my left stayed partially numb for a couple of days.  Even after we went home, I had to keep my feet up most of the time for the first week or two in order to combat the swelling.  I guess this is a pretty normal side effect of Pitocin.

I was taken into a private (thank goodness!) maternity room early Friday morning. In fact, I had just gotten settled, when someone knocked on the door and asked what I had ordered for breakfast.  The nurse explained that I had just arrived and hadn't ordered, but they brought me some food anyway.  That may be the tastiest meal I've ever had!  In fact, I think the hospital food is pretty good.  All the meals I had there were good.  I was able to eat chicken that night for the first time in about 9 months!  I was a little nervous, wondering if it would make me queasy still.  But it didn't.  It tasted SO GOOD!

The babies and I both were fine, no complications, no problems.  We had several visitors on Friday, including both grandmas and Maryam, Auntie Kristyn and Uncle Trenton, Auntie Cindy, Sister Roxas and Sister McNamara and Sister Conover (the Relief Society presidency and, coincidentally, my visiting teacher), and Tobin and Peyton.  They showed up last because they had gone golfing with one of Tobin's friends for some big boy time together.  Lucky Maryam got to enjoy big girl time with both grandmas to herself!

Both grandmas were able to stay for two weeks after the new babies were born.  They were great help, getting the big kids to preschool, accompanying the babies and me to five different lactation/weight check appointments, grocery shopping, cleaning, doing laundry, etc.  It was great having them here!





P.S. Once Tobin reads this post, I may have to return and make some corrections.  My memory gets pretty foggy when I've had an epidural.  :)

Here We Go

Well, friends, I've decided it's time to get back on the horse.  Really, I think I can snatch a bit of time now and then to put some posts on the blog again.  A series of catch up posts will follow, and hopefully we will be up to date again soon.  So, buckle your seatbelts . . . .  Here we go with four months in the life of the Moon family!

Friday, January 7, 2011

More to Come

I promise I'm going to update my blog soon.  I've almost found time here and there.  But somehow I get sucked back in by these four beautiful creatures I call children.  They need so much of my attention right now, especially the babies.  I love them so much!  And I find so much joy in being their mommy!  (Can you tell I'm getting a bit more sleep lately?)  I'll give you one picture to whet your appetite for now.  Hopefully I'll get back here soon because there is so much more to post . . . pictures, birth story, Halloween, Christmas, etc.  I think the catch up post(s) will just have to be the Reader's Digest version--short and sweet. 

Sunday, December 12, 2010

Quick Update

Peyton (not sure what that face is about), Mor Mor (my mom), Maryam, Braden, and Natalie


I can't believe two months have already passed! What a whirlwind!


Braden Anders and Natalie Catherine were born October 8th at 2:56 am and 3:01 am. I'll post more about their birth soon (hopefully). Since then, my days have been filled with nursing/diapering/soothing babies, caring for and playing with Peyton and Maryam, trying to keep up with my house, hosting Thanksgiving and baby blessings, and very little sleep. I'm starting to feel like I have the hang of this, and we sort of have a normal schedule. Sort of. I actually made it to church today--for the second week in a row. And the babies and I stayed for all three hours of church for the first time since they were born. I haven't attended three hours of church for about three months now. During the last month of this pregnancy I would go for Sacrament Meeting and then come home to rest. I'm really proud of us for staying the whole time today. That was my goal last week too, but it just didn't work.


Peyton gave his first talk in Primary today. He did about half of the first sentence, looked up, saw all the kids and teachers, and got stage fright. He started to cry, and Tobin had to give the rest of the talk for him. Poor kid! He was so excited to give a talk. Maryam has given two this year, and each time Peyton was disappointed that he didn't get a turn yet. He decided to be proactive and a couple weeks ago he asked the Primary presidency if he could give a talk. Hopefully next time he won't be so frightened and will give the talk himself.


I'm sure there's so much more to post, but I'm out of time. The babies are hungry . . . again! That is the story of my life right now. I'm savoring every moment with these precious miracles. This is the last time we'll have babies in our house. I know I'm going to long for these days again later, so I'm soaking in every minute right now.


Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Still No Babies

Well, friends, my blog silence does not indicate the arrival of the newest Moon twins. It indicates my frustration with their lack of arrival. I haven't blogged because I don't want to complain. It is such a huge miracle and blessing for us to be pregnant at all. I'm so thankful Heavenly Father gave us this opportunity. That being said, can someone please get these people out of me now?!?!?!

I will reach 37 weeks as of tomorrow. That is two full weeks longer than Peyton and Maryam gestated. I'm scheduled to be induced next Thursday, if labor doesn't begin before then. I can't really imagine one more week of this torture. Tobin and I saw my doctor yesterday. The babies are looking good--and HUGE! The doctor asked how I am doing and I told him that I'm beyond miserable now. He is truly sympathetic, but he can't induce me before 38 weeks. He measured my belly and said, "No wonder you are miserable. You are measuring 6 weeks overdue!" (If I was only pregnant with one baby, that is.) He checked my cervix and found that I am about 1.5-2 cm dilated. He can't strip my membranes this early, but he did a rigorous exam. I think this is his merciful way of trying to help move things along. I get to go back to see him again next Monday, unless the babies come before then. He said he would bet I don't make it to that appointment on Monday. But then again, he thought I would have these babies around 36 weeks.

The doctor told me to do whatever I can to stay comfortable at this point: crank up the AC (it's super hot here this week), keep my feet up, rest, etc. Tobin suggested entering me in a marathon instead so we could try to get labor started. Speaking of my lovely husband, I have to mention another thing about him. When the nurse first called me back yesterday, she took my vitals, weight, etc., as usual. I stepped on the scale and watched the numbers climb, as usual. But the number kept going up and up and up. The digital display topped 200 lbs, then 214 lbs. I was flabbergasted. Just last week I weighed in at 170. My mind was reeling trying to figure out how I gained around 45 lbs in one week. The nurse saw the look of panic and confusion on my face and said, "He's playing a trick on you!" I had forgotten that Tobin likes to put his foot on the scale behind me to push the numbers up and give me a scare. He used to do it at every appointment when I was pregnant with Peyton and Maryam. He hasn't been to many appointments with me this time, so the thought hadn't even crossed my mind. Stinker! As it turns out, I only gained 2 lbs this past week. Whew!

For now, I'll just keep plugging along. Hopefully the increased cramping and lower back pain will lead to something soon! I'm really ready to reclaim my body and meet these little babies. I know I've got a tough gig between here and there, but I'm ready to face labor so I can move on from being pregnant.

P.S. I would certainly welcome your suggestions of wives tales and home remedies that will encourage the onset of labor. I am, however, unwilling to try castor oil. :)

Sunday, September 12, 2010

Quick Update

Friday was our last "big" ultrasound for this pregnancy. Both babies are looking great, practicing breathing, and getting big. Our little boy is measuring just about right on for a baby at 34 weeks gestation. He is 5 lbs 1 oz now. Our little girl is a few days small for a baby at 34 weeks gestation. She is 4 lbs 15 oz now. Based on those measurements, it seems that these two will definitely be larger than Peyton and Maryam were when they were born. I can't wait to meet them!

I think I've reached the miserable stage now. I know every day the babies stay in my womb is better for them, so I'm really trying to stay positive and just take it one day (sometimes one hour) at a time. I'm really feeling stretched and stuffed, and I'm having a hard time catching my breath all the time. I'm starting to recognize a few of the signs that my body is getting ready for labor (besides Braxton Hicks contractions), but who knows how long I have to go. If these babies are born at the same time as Peyton and Maryam were, I just have to make it to this Thursday. But my doctor thinks they will go at least one week longer. We shall see!