Ok, so Sunday night we went to bed as usual. I was on my normal schedule of getting up every 2 hours to stretch, go to the bathroom, change positions...something!
(3:30 am) I get up and go to the bathroom where I find some spotting. Hmmm...what is this? I remember reading and hearing in our birth classes a bunch of terms...Mucus Plug, Bloody Show...wonder if this is one of them? I go looking for my "What to Expect when your Expecting" book...it is in the bonus room where Ryan is sleeping. I tip toed in and got the book when Ryan woke up and asked "what is happening?". I told him "nothing...I dont think, I'll let you know if something happens" and that I just wanted to look up something. I went back to our bedroom and climbed back in bed (with a stepping stool mind you...b/c I was so big I couldn't get myself up on the bed!). The
second I sat down on the bed...there it was. If no one had ever explained what it felt like or what to expect, I still would have known my water was breaking.
Oh my word. All I could think about was to get to the bathroom and NOT mess up our new carpet...Ryan would kill me. Somehow I made it to our bathroom where Hoover Dam proceeded to unleash. I immediately yelled for Ryan who came in asking what was wrong. I smiled and told him "ummm my water definitely just broke." Well, that woke him up! Ryan's first question was "what is our timeline here...what do we do?"
I was so excited! This was it...we were going to have babies that day! Since I wasn't having any contractions, I didn't feel it was necessary to call anyone or rush anywhere. I told R we had time to stay calm and get ready / finish packing our bags. So we took showers, finished packing items, made some coffee and picked up some things around the house.
(4:20 am) So about an hour later I called the number to my OB on call...I just KNEW it would not be Dr J b/c surely if she had the weekend on call, she would be off today (on Monday). Guess who called me back? Yep. Dr J who was on call all day on Monday! I don't know if I was just so excited to finally be meeting the babies or if I finally realized I was not in control, but I wasn't as upset as I thought I would be when I hung up and told R she was on call. She told us to go ahead and get packed and head over to Rex where she would tell them we were coming.
(5:00 am) We got in the car to head to the hospital! yea! We snap my last belly shot as we walk out the door. Oh my goodness, I can't believe a) skin stretches that much, b) internal organs move around and still function that much and c) my two babies were in there! I have my first strong contraction. About 6 or 7 minutes later I have another one...ok not too bad, at least things are happening. Then, oops, we have a few 3 minutes apart. This was at the intersection of Millbrook and Glenwood Ave...Ryan has a freakout moment since that one came so close. They weren't hurting me, I could just tell they were contractions so I wasn't worried...

(5:20 am) We arrive at Rex where Ryan pulls up to let me walk in. I stand up and holy moly, super gush. Why didn't any of you Mama's warn me that once your water breaks...it keeps breaking with a vengeance!? It was no trickle either, like I read in my books. Well, standing under the overhang of Rex I really thought maybe my second bag of water had broken. I just stood there telling Ryan I couldn't stop it! Once I realized this was not going to stop, I just went ahead in the lobby looking like I had sat in a bathtub with my pants on. That poor Security Guard...I bet he has some stories! Speaking of stories, a funny one: there were 3 ladies sitting in the lobby waiting room. Once I had checked in, I stood there waiting for R to come in. One of the ladies said " oh my, you are so calm! Are you really in labor? " I wanted to tell them to look at my pants, but I just smiled and said yes ma'am! Then she asked " how many are in there?" Really? Now that I look back, I realize how huge I looked. I told her twins and answered a few other questions before Ryan came in. Afterward, during our stay in the hospital, we kept hearing stories of ladies who were asking about "The twins." When my parents were outside of the nursery looking at the babies, one of the ladies came up asking if they knew anything about the twins...had they been born? what did they weigh? etc..." So funny!
(6:00 am) We are settled in triage and getting check in. The nurse checks me and says I'm 3cm! yea! Already moving and not in any pain! Ryan and I hang out in triage talking to each other, what our day is going to be like, what labor will be like and...how to have the discussion with Dr J once she got there. I told Ryan to pray so we would know what to say and how to say it. Now that I'm hooked up to monitors we can see I'm having really decent contractions that lasted a while! Still, no big deal...I can handle this!
(8:00 am) ALOT happens at this point. First, Dr J gets to the hospital. She checks me and I'm up to 5 cm. Babies look good with A head down and B transverse. She proceeds to start "the discussion" about our options. Of course she says C Section would be fast, safe, quick...in fact, she could wheel us in right now and it would be done within the hour. (!!!!!!). My heart is starting to drop a bit. Then she tells us the most amazing thing ever...that she has called my primary OB (Dr M) at the practice (who has the most experience delivering twins and who I am most comfortable with), woke her up and discussed the situation with her. Remember, I had seen Dr J just that week before and really told her my wishes for a natural delivery. I think she remembered that! Anyway, she said after discussing the numbers and position of the babies and my lab work, that Dr M had agreed to come into the hospital and help her delivery the twins if I wanted to try natural. WHAT? This is like the most perfect unheard-of scenario! I'm still shocked to think about the fact that Dr J, a certified, qualified professional would call her colleague up and ask for help...just for the wishes of a patient. Thank you God! My eyes light up and a I stare at R in disbelief...this is perfect! I ask a few questions to make sure it is safe for the babies and then say yes, yes, yes...that is exactly how I would like to proceed. The only catch is that they need to slow the labor down so I can make it to 2/3 pm....Dr M had appointments in the office and could not make it to Rex until then. HHMMMM, how do you do that? Doesn't matter to me, whatever it takes! So the plan then became to get us in a room, give me an epidural to slow down the labor and wait.

(8:40 am) I'm not happy about this epidural...these 5 cm contractions are no big deal and I'm' terrified of the epidural! They come in working very quickly to try to slow this labor down. This is the first (and interestingly enough, the only) time I cry...i'm such a baby, but I cry during the epidural. Turns out it was all fear...all in my head. It didn't hurt bad. Ok, now I'm just supposed to relax and hang out until late afternoon when Dr M gets here. ahhhh... We take our last picture of just the two of us!

(9:30 am) Just a quick check on how things are going....oops I'm 8 cm!!! This is the first time I really realize I'm not going to make it to 2/3 pm. I start to worry...can our plan still happen? The L/D nurse had come in and checked me this time which I thought was odd. She says she will go tell the Doc.

(10:00 am) Sometime around 10 am, something straight from a movie happens...the door to our room opens, and busting through the curtains is....Dr M!!!! She marches in like she owns the place and just as chipper as ever asking how things are going...are we ready to have some babies!? Im' stunned and thrilled and thankful and beyond ecstatic. I instantly feel relieved and like everything is going to be ok. She comes in and looks over all of my charts and chats with us for a while. Turns out that Dr J's daughter had been in a car accident and Dr J was with her (that is why the nurse checked me a few minutes ago instead of the Doc like we were expecting). I think to myself that the Lord's ways sure are higher than my ways...never would have thought of that to be the scenario that would bring Dr M to us! Turns out Dr M cancelled or moved all of her appointments and came in to the Hospital on her week off rotation. A-mazing.
(10:45 am) We stop talking with Dr M and I stop profusely thanking her for being there long enough for her to check me. She tells me I'm 9 cm. What? This is flying by! We haven't even gotten my bag out of the car that had all of my "labor essentials." (i.e. gatorade, sour patch kids..I was going to sneak a few of those in.. my ipod etc...)She says she will be right back. I tell Ryan to go to the car and get some things including his Daddy Gift I got him. I wanted to have this really special time, just the two of us, to give him his gift...a bookmark that I had engraved with 1 Samuel 26:23 : "The LORD rewards every man for his righteousness and his faithfulness..." Time was running out fast!
(11:15 am) Dr M checks me one more time...fully dilated...time to head to the OR. yippee! I was in shock that this part of labor was already over! From my water breaking to fully dilated was less than 6 hours! Dr M looks up and tells my L/D nurse to get the OR ready b/c we are coming! She literally starts unhooking my blood pressure machine and other tubes right then. Ryan tells our family its go time. We start rolling down the hallway to the OR (we had to deliver in the OR since I was high risk and b/c I was carrying multiples.) Ryan makes a pit stop in this little room where they tell him to get dressed in scrubs while they wheel me in and get me set in the OR. The atmosphere was nothing like I thought it would be...Ryan counted 13 doctors / nurses in that tiny OR room. There were neonattologist, anesthesiologist, several L/D nurses, OR techs, each baby had a nurse and my two doctors. Yep, as I was getting set on the table, Dr J walks in. Turns out her daughter was ok so she came back to get in on the twin delivery!

(11:25 am) In the OR, set up, ready to go. Coach Ryan in place.
(11:35) Dr M says to push! Jenna was so low already that her labor was not very eventful. Pushing was work, but completely manageable. We talked and joked in between contractions. At one point I told everyone in the room we needed some music b/c after a contraction, everyone would just be hanging out and making small talk. Things got interesting when she started to crown...I'll admit that was quite intense, but it was only for about 5 minutes or less.
(12:31pm) Almost one hour exactly after we began pushing, sweet Jenna was born weighing 5 lb 7 oz and measuring 18 3/4 inches. I didn't get to see her much, they whisked her away to a side room to get her checked out since she was a "preemie." Also, not 5 seconds after she was out they started working on me/ trying to turn Caden to the head down position.

They brought Jenna back in after she checked out ok and let Ryan hold her. In between my contractions with Caden I could hear the "stats" and stare at my baby girl...talk about a great distraction! So right after she was born, Dr M told everyone the "game plan" for trying to turn Caden. Everyone took their positions. Two nurses and Dr M started pushing, jumping, beating and squishing my stomach (so it felt like). Dr J kept the U/S on so they could see his position and another nurse had a heart rate monitor on him so they could monitor his heart rate. In about 10-15 minutes, Dr M said he had turned! A nurse stayed on my left side and kept pushing on my stomach so he wouldn't flip right back up. It was alot of pressure and made breathing that much harder! During this time, my contractions started easing off and slowing down. Dr M did not like this at all and ordered Pitocin...quickly. They kept going up and up as my contractions got farther apart. They told me to start pushing and to push hard so we could get him down and out before any complications popped up.
Now, enter Casey's head for a second. Most of the books and stories I had heard of natural twin deliveries occurred minutes within each other. You have already pushed one baby out...doesn't this one just come right on down and out?! I was thinking the hardest part was over. ha. ha. what. a. joke. I start pushing thinking this will be quick. I push and push and feel nothing dropping. Everyone assures me that he is...he was just so high to start with, it was going to take longer. Ten minutes go by, then 20, a half hour (!), then 45 minutes. The pitocin got things moving so I was pushing every minute or two towards the 45 minute-mark. I start to panic in my head for the first time that I can't do this. I start to feel sick like I might puke everywhere. Ryan says my blood pressure shot up. Then, Dr M says quite non-chalantly that both of her kids were born with the help of the vacuum and all was well so she recommended that we do the same. She said he was so close and that with one good contraction she could have him out. I'm exhausted so I look to Ryan and we say go for it. They get him hooked up and sure enough, one contraction and all of a sudden they say to stop. Funny story is that at this point I hear Ryan and some nurses saying " he's out, he's out!" I open my eyes and say he is NOT out...someone better pull him out fast! Why was this so much harder and hurt more than Jenna?
(1:29 pm) Almost an hour after his sister was born, Caden Yates joined us weighing 5 lb 15 oz and measuring 19 inches (ah-hah! that's why it was harder!)Just like that, we have two babies! Caden shows us his personality instantly...as you can see below :) They whisk him away too but let me see him quickly.


Later we learn that Caden's heart rate had begun to dip...it had been such a long time between delivery of Jenna and him that Dr M was not liking hte situation and wanted him out quickly. She never let on or caused me any concern. More brownie points for Dr M! She is awesome.) I immediately had this super burst of energy and was STARVING! Thankfully, I hardly tore, did not have any blood loss issues and even though the babies' placenta's had fused, we had no issues delivering it intact. The Lord was over every second of our day and protected me and these babies with only His strength. Ryan left to go be with the babies and make sure they checked out ok. Remember, at this point, we didn't know if they would be in the NICU or not. They wheeled me into my room and brougth me the best ice-cold Coke I have ever tasted! Ryan brought our camera to me so I could see pics of the babies ... he told me they were perfect and in the regular nursery! They would be in our recovery room waiting for us! Praise the Lord...can't describe what that feeling was...an answer to 9 months of prayer! They brought Jenna to me while I was still downstairs so I got to hold my sweet baby girl while we got transported to our room. Caden needed some help with his blood sugar so he stayed in the nursery a bit longer and joined the party soon after :)

They wheeled Caden in and we put them in the same bin and just stared. They were beautiful, perfect, sweet, tiny, and both inside of me just a few minutes before! All of our family came in and the party began! I"m so blessed, so thankful to have such a wonderful delivery. Recovery has been super quick and easy...in fact, my wrist surgery in college was worse! The Lord has graciously allowed me to be back to normal quickly so I could be involved and active in these first few precious days / weeks of our babies' lives.
J and C...you are finally here. You have a beautiful, powerful story that begins even before the first second you were created. I love your birth story and can't wait to tell you stories of the day you joined us!