Apologies for pretty much falling off the face of the planet for three of four months, but having twins will do that to ya!
SO...Please allow me to introduce Finn Steven Averett and Jude Linden Averett, born March 29, 2012.
A recap of the births themselves: On the morning of Wed., March 28, Lindsay's blood pressure was higher than it had been (and it was already elevated due to mild preeclampsia, a condition common late in multiples pregnancies). We'd been back and forth to both our OB and the hospital for many days in a row, so after verifying the BP reading at our friendly neighborhood fire station, we were told to report directly to the hospital, do not pass go -- although we did make a mama-mandated Dairy Queen stop to pick up a couple of Blizzards.
When we got to the the hospital around 2:00 in the afternoon, we discovered that Lindsay was actually having regular, significant contractions, was 5 cm dilated and was thus in labor. This natural start to labor was a bit of a surprise as we had been told toward the end that we would likely have to be induced before natural labor could begin, mainly due to the preeclampsia fears.
So we were off. From that point to the boys' arrival was around 15 hours. Things got serious around 2:00 AM on Thursday, the 29th, and as Lindsay prepared to push, we were moved into the operating room, a necessary precaution given the fact that twins were involved and that the first was breech, thus raising the specter of an emergency C-section. Happily, everything went as smoothly as could be, with Finn arriving (breech) at 4:49 AM at 6 lbs., 15 oz., and his brother, Jude, arriving (head first) at 5:06 AM at 6 lbs., 14 oz. Lindsay did it without a single painkiller and was A-MAZ-ING. The strength and courage she displayed throughout the births (and the entire pregnancy) truly humbled me and only made me love and respect her more deeply than ever before.
While Finn's water was broken manually before pushing began in earnest, Jude's didn't rupture until he was actually in the birth canal. That caused him to aspirate some of the amniotic fluid as he took his first breaths, leading to some breathing problems. So while Finn went with Lindsay and our doula back to the recovery room, I followed Jude to the NICU, his tiny hand wrapped around my finger (the only part I could get to with all the IVs and monitors they had attached and the massive C-PAP mask on his face). So that was a scary thing. But he showed rapid improvement, and his brother came along in kind, and by Sunday, April 1, we were cleared to go home!
The boys are happy, healthy and indescribably adorable. They were each unique (they are fraternal, not identical) from the moment they arrived, and they've only gotten more distinct over the last three months:
Jude Averett, amateur paleontologist, ponders the Latin required to name his latest discovery.
Finn, very pleased to be drooling on himself.
See if you can guess who's hungry?
Comedy and...well, not tragedy. Ambivalence, maybe?
It won't surprise you to learn that up until last night, I hadn't been able to touch a video game since the boys' arrival. If you think playing games with one baby in the mix is hard, try it with two. But I've resumed Mass Effect 3 and looking forward to finishing that up. They've moved into the nursery into their own cribs and established a regular bedtime now, and even sometimes sleep through the night (though usually they still require a feeding between 2:00 and 5:00 AM). So we're actually able to have some time to ourselves in the evening, which feels like a miracle.
