This is the 100th blog post, and it happens to be the best. James and I are now a healthy, happy family of four with our two daughters. Everybody is doing really well.
We had the babies early Wednesday morning: 4:55 and 4:46 a.m. on January 14, 2009. Their names are Amanda June and Elisa Katherine (that's Baby A and Baby B, respectively). Their weights were somewhere around 4 lbs. 12 oz. and 3 lbs. 13 oz., but they were both within a quarter inch of 18 inches long. So we have one little skinny tall one and one bulkier skinny tall one. They were born at 33 weeks -- seven weeks ahead of what would have been full term, and three weeks ahead of what we were expecting as average for twins.
The girls are beautiful. They are expected to stay in the neonatal intensive care unit (NICU) for a few weeks as their premie bodies stabilize, but so far they are going gangbusters -- breathing and eating on their own. Amanda has dark hair and looks like James and Elisa has blonde hair and has my hands. Their cries sound like little sheep bleating. We have gotten to bottle feed them a couple times and I've spent some skin-on-skin time with each little one. I can't wait to rip those wires and tubes out and just snuggle up with them forever and ever.
The birth came along unexpectedly by C-section after my Tuesday afternoon doctor's appointment. Routine tests determined that I had preeclampsia, a dangerous disease caused by pregnancy that affects liver function. I was instructed to leave my doctor's office and march over to the labor and delivery unit and check myself in. So that is what I did. And the rest is history. I'll leave the scary emergency C-section anaesthesia and blood loss stories for those of you who really want to hear them. The upshot is that by the next morning, I was highly drugged, very sleepy, and a mom. I'm doing much, much better now.
James has been a trooper throughout, taking care of me and the babies in every way imaginable. I love him more than I ever thought possible, and I love how enamored he is of his daughters. We made a lot of extra love for the world this week. It feels fantastic to be in the middle of it.
Since we showed up at the hospital unexpectedly a few days ago, we weren't prepared with things like the cables that would download our pictures from camera to computer. So you'll have to wait for the photos. But we'll get them out as soon as we can. In the meantime, trust us: these little babies are the sun and the moon and the stars. They are love incarnate, and they are beautiful. Beautiful. Beautiful.