In November, I pulled a “disappearing act”. One of my last posts was Everything is ok, but. It was in regards to my Oldest daughter, Thing ONE. At that time she was only 27 weeks pregnant. During the course of my daughter’s pregnancy, she developed Preeclampsia, and was put on bed rest.
On December 11, I made a brief post apologizing for my absence and explained (briefly) where I had been. BUT I wasn’t “back” yet. On January 5th, my grandsons were moved to a new hospital and I made a brief update about that in 30 ambulances and over 100 patients. Most of the month of January was spent in the NICU with the boys, and February I felt like I was living in my car, which is an improvement from living in the hospital believe it or not. On March 3rd, I popped in again to post Not all who wander are lost. I attempted to say that MAYBE my universe was righting itself again, and that I would like to share some stories with you.
I would like to do that now if you will join me.
Beginning with when I “disappeared”. (this is the terrifying part)
During the month of November, Thing 1 was sent to the hospital on several occasions because the doctors were having difficulty controlling her blood pressure. During her 30th week of pregnancy, she was admitted. I spent several nights at the hospital with her helplessly watching as the doctors tried to control her blood pressure only to watch it spike again within a few hours. I heard words like STROKE LEVEL, the only cure is to deliver,…we need to wait til 32 weeks at least.
WHY?!?!?!?!?! I asked, on more than one occasion.
What’s the difference between 31 and 32 weeks?
“It’s better for the babies” someone would say……..
but what about MY BABY?!?!?!? I need HER to be ok!!!!
I’m going to pause here and tell a different story for a moment.
The story of Thing One’s birth. ( a short version) When I was in labor with THING ONE, I started hemorrhaging and remember yelling at the doctors that they needed to save my baby regardless of what that meant for me. My parents were in the room with me, and my mom yelled, “NO SAVE MY BABY.” They took me for an emergency c section and thankfully were able to save us both. ok back to my original story….
OMG, now I have really become my mother! How could I tell my daughter that at that moment nothing in the world mattered but saving HER life. Of course I wanted her kids to be ok, but my first thought was that I needed HER to be ok.
After a few days of being at the local hospital, Thing 1 was rushed via ambulance to RMH, a hospital with a level 3 NICU (Neonatal Intensive Care Unit), where the twins were born via Emergency C-section at 31 weeks.
Thankfully both her and the boys survived!
I have purposefully left out several details about the week Thing One was in the hospital before the boys were born because, while I have no issue writing about MY LIFE, I don’t feel that it is my right to share too much about others. Also, it was one of the most terrifying times of my life that I DO NOT want to relive.
Ok now for the hysterical, at least funny now that it’s over, part
This is the story I will tell my Grandsons when they ask about their births.
OK, Please picture this….
Thing One is in surgery, her husband Z was with her.
Einstein is trying to hold me upright while I am freakishly pacing the floor (still in the damn boot).
My phone rings…… It’s Thing Two
As I answer the phone I think she might be crying, but I can’t tell for sure over the piercing alarm coming from the phone along with the sound of dogs barking uncontrollably.
Grace : Thing Two are you ok!?!?!?? Where are you? What’s going on?
Thing 2: ARGH &$#*%&@*($#%&W*($%&*$%
(barking and alarm continue)
Grace: WHAT DID YOU SAY?!?!? I CAN’T HEAR YOU!!!!
Thing 2: MOM I NEED THE DAMN ALARM CODE TO THING ONE’S HOUSE!!!
Grace: Um I don’t know it. Why are you there? Dammit make the dogs stop barking!
Thing 2: I can’t! They don’t like the alarm! Mom I need the code!!!!!!! the police are going to come!!!!
Grace: The police?!?! Are you ok?!?!?!? What’s going on?!?!?!?
Thing 2: Mom I need the code to shut off thing one’s alarm. I didn’t realize they changed the code and I was picking up clothes for her and z, now the dogs are going crazy, I can’t shut off the alarm and the police are gonna come and I’m gonna get shot.
Grace: What? You got shot?
Thing 2: (now definitely crying) Mom please just help me figure out the code!!!!
(At that exact moment, Z appeared in the hallway in front of us.)
Grace to Z: I need your alarm code, thing 2 set off your alarm…… OMG wait a minute WHY ARE YOU here?!?!?
Z: Thing One and the boys are ok, they are taking her to recovery and I went with the boys to the NICU, the code is ****.
(Apparently we were standing right outside the recovery room door and I could see them wheeling Thing 1 in the room.)
To thing 2 ……I yelled….. “the code is ****, if the police come just tell them to call the hospital to verify or call me. I gotta go!” and to the nurses that had gathered around I yelled, screamed, cried…”please just let me see her for ONE second.”
I don’t know if it was from the drugs or seeing her children for the first time but this is what I saw when I walked in the room….
(This picture was taken at another time, but you get the point right? Ear to ear smile without a care in the world….)
That’s all I needed.
The nurses told us it would be a few hours before we could visit, and Einstein directed me to the waiting room.
We sat there for a few moments trying to absorb all that had just happened when my phone rang again.
It was the police officers’ that had responded to the alarm. They wanted to let me know that they had arrived at Thing 1’s. They believed the story that thing 2 told them ( no one could make this shit up), the code had been verified, and thing 2 would be coming up to the hospital once she calmed down.
Here is thing 2 recapping the events of the night
While we waited to see our daughter, Einstein and I made our phone calls to our parents and Thing One’s Best Friend. Z sent us a picture of each of the boys in the NICU, which I will share later this week.
Although the boys were born at 5:24 and 5:27 pm, and I got to see thing ones face and hug her for about a minute, we didn’t get to visit with her until almost midnight that night. In fact, I think we only stayed long enough for another hug and a few congrats to the new parents.
Meeting the boys would have to wait til the next day.