It was around 2:25pm when I received a text message from my wife that read, “Call me when you can; not an emergency”. We were roughly a week away from our projected due date, but of course my mind immediately went to the obvious. I called immediately and she thought she might be having contractions. Enough said — I was on my way home. She waited for me to get home and we called the hospital together. They asked a series of procedural questions such as how often are the contractions, describe the pain, etc. Based on our answers, the nurse didn’t seem overly concerned and we were advised to stay put. We were told to, “try to relax and take it easy”. Within 15-20 minutes, the contractions became more frequent, the pain increased and she decided it was time. Always trust your wife. She knows her body best.
What made the situation more pressing is we had a scheduled c-section and she was carrying twins. To make matters more concerning was the fact that she had been put on bedrest because of how low the babies were sitting. Couple those factors with a sonogram taken two days before that confirmed that one baby was in a breeched position. I wasn’t about to take any chances, but at the same time, I’m mentally fighting to keep calm so that I don’t put any more stress my wife. The last thing in the world she needs is for me to lose my composure. Seems easy enough, right? The hospital is roughly 35 minutes away. I helped her to the car, packed our pre-packed bag and headed out. We pulled right up to the curb and walked into the emergency room entrance. We filled out our paper work, got our bracelets and made our way to the labor and delivery wing. It’s funny that this whole process took maybe ten minutes but when you’re in the thick of things, it seems like an eternity. Even the elevator to our floor seemed to be taking forever. I have to give my wife credit because she walked all the way refusing a wheel chair. We delivered our first daughter at this hospital and the staff was phenomenal. We felt very comfortable in that we were in good hands.
The next phase consisted of going into a room where they hooked her up to a machine that measures contractions and the babies’ heartbeats. In the midst of all this confusion, I can see the pain on my wife’s face as she battles to stay calm. I learned that at that point, she wasn’t looking to be consoled, spoken to, massaged etc. She just wanted me there. You are the one familiar face that will bring whatever comfort to the situation by just being present.
Be prepared to multitask during the pre-op. During the next twenty minutes, we were fielding questions, meeting the anesthesiologist and being introduced to the doctor on duty. I must admit that I was a little bummed that our babies wouldn’t be delivered by the doctor that we saw throughout the entire pregnancy. The nurse asked if we wanted her to call our doctor to see if could make it in, but by the looks of everything, things were moving along fast and I was doubtful he’d make it on time. By now, she was dilated and it wouldn’t be long. We looked at each other and felt funny asking because the doctor on duty was nearby. Is it rude to ask for someone else? We requested our doctor any way, realizing “what’s the worst that can happen?” He doesn’t show and the doctor on duty delivers our twins.
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