Boy what a difference a couple of days can make! I'm proud to announce that I'm a daddy and Amber's a mommy. So far both girls are doing well. Sophie was born at 11:26 pm March 18 and Mattie was born at 11:28. If you read the last blog, then you're probably wondering what happened between Monday when everything was perfect and yesterday when they decided they needed to take the babies out. The short answer is that nobody is entirely sure.
Monday when we went to the doctor we took a bag just in case. Thursday we were so confident in Monday's visit that we didn't even bother. Oops. It was a long visit, but we were on our way out the door when Amber mentioned a pain in her leg. The Doctor dismissed it initially, but wanted to go ahead and get her blood pressure again. We stayed for another 30-45 minutes while they were looking at Amber's blood pressure and just before they sent us out, the doctor decided she wanted to have one last look at Sophie...just in case.
As it turned out, Sophie's chord had some reverse flow in it. She calmly explained that we would need to go back to Vandy and monitor the babies some more and possibly deliver that night unless the monitoring looked good. We delivered. :) When Sophie was born, the nurses said she had hardly any blood in her chord. I'm incredibly thankful that Amber mentioned her legs hurting. It was completely unrelated to Sophie's problem, but it held us there long enough for Dr. Garrison to get worried about what she was looking at. She told us later that once reverse blood flow presents itself, there's really only a 24-48 hour window before serious damage is done. God is good.
Amber was incredibly brave...through several blown IV attempts and two spinals. She never really flinched. I've never been prouder of her. Sophie came out without a sound but thankfully, the anesthesiologist was quick to let us know that was normal for 29 week babies. We listened with our breath held until the nurses made her mad enough sticking the breathing stuff down her throat that she made a tiny little cry. The color of her skin looked just like ours.
Then they announced Mattie was here...and no sound. She was as red as a beet. That worried me because I knew how normal Sophie looked. Of course, when I asked how long Mattie would stay red, I found out how ignorant I am.... Newborn babies are supposed to be red...Sophie was the wrong color.
Sophie's red blood cell count is a little low, so she is getting blood transfusions every once in a while. Mattie is still as red as can be. They are both beautiful. Sophie weighs in at 2 lbs 5 oz and Mattie at 2 lbs 9 oz. They both have more tubes and IVs coming out of them than I care to count.
I can't wait to hold them. We're hoping that will happen in a week or two. Right now, both girls are learning to breath on their own. The last time I checked they had been weaned down to %30 on the intubation. (I have no idea if I'm saying that right or explaining it right. When they get to %0 they'll be breathing on their own.)
We are thinking about staying at the Ronald McDonald house at least a little. We're not sure when Amber will get discharged yet. I'm so proud of all of my girls, and I'm so thankful that God knows them infinitely better and loves them infinitely more than I can. I was excited about them coming but found out last night that I was not quite ready. It was time for them to come whether I was ready or not. I'm doing my best to rest in the fact that God is never caught off guard.