Lucky number 13

Here we are.  It's been awhile since I last posted and so much has happened since then.  September was a blur looking back.  It was filled with travel for work, football reffing, and preparing everything we could for the twins.  October first provided some needed relief as I was officially done with travel and Ethan was nearing the end of his reffing this year.  Little did we know (or want to believe) that October was also going to be filled with contractions, uncomfortable-ness, and early morning trips to the hospital. 

We went to the hospital a total of 3 times, the third being the babies birthday.  The mornings were filled with anticipation, anxiety and confusion along with a lot of monitoring, blood work and some truly awesome nurses.  October 13th, I woke with some great big contractions.  This didn't bother me so much as I had actually been having contractions most of the day at this point.  What worried me most was the nausea and intense headache - something the nurses and doctors told me to be watchful of since my blood pressure was beginning to get a bit high.  I woke Ethan up and he was kind enough to believe me that this might really be it, but I could also tell that he was annoyed - another useless trip to the hospital just to be sent home? 

Everything on October 13th happened so fast and looking back I'm not certain that I remember 1/2 of it.  5:45am we checked into the unit.  Monitoring started and somewhere between 6am and 6:30am a nurse told us that we would likely move forward with delivery today.  I remember looking at Ethan and saying something along the lines of "holy shit" while he replied with "man, I was actually kind of mad at you when you woke me up this morning...".  Our doctor came in shortly after and couldn't confirm the position of the babies and we decided to move forward with a c-section.  I'll spare you details of this event - unless you really want to know and, you know me, I'm an open book :-)  

Enter Landon at 9:02am.  He was perfect looking and pretty quiet.  A handsome 5lb 3oz boy with a mild temper. Landon laid on the table and the nurses tried to get him to scream but he was perfectly content just looking around with a whimper or two but nothing more. 

Enter Harper at 9:03am.  She was loud and the doctors joked that she was peeing everywhere (indeed, Ethan said she was).  A gorgeous 5lb 7oz girl that looked nothing like her brother at the time.  She didn't act much like him either as she let her lungs fly!

 What a miracle.  A boy and a girl - something we thought would happen the whole pregnancy but never had confirmed.  It truly was the best surprise of life and I wouldn't have changed our choice to wait for anything.