Babies.

Hello Bloggers. My sister already announced the arival of my babies and I'm so happy to finally have them here.


On Friday, the 21st of November, I went to the hospital around 11pm because I was having contractions close enough that my doctor wanted me to come in. I laid there all night. Only 1.5 cm. dilated. I was supposed to go home in the morning if everything was fine. The doctor was making his rounds around 6am and got to my room at 6:30. He checked me. Said I was still 1.5cm. He said go ahead home. You're fine. I said fine. I really didn't want to be there. So I got all my stuff and was getting ready to get into my car and they started again. I wasn't driving home this early and coming back. We went back in. I went straight up L & D and they put me right in a room. I called my sister to come down because she's helped me through every hard time in my life. So I figured she would be glad to be here. And she was. Collin had to be at home to pick something up at work that was very important and couldn't wait and stuff for the babies was supposed to be coming soon. My sister got here around 7:30. I was checked again at 9:30 and was up to 2cm. In the next hour I made it to 4cm and my labor 'officially' began. The contractions were starting to get worse and I thought I wasn't going to make it. Around noon they came in and checked and I was still 4cm. I wanted something to eat so bad. But they said no. I was so hungry I couldn't take it. I finally fell asleep for about 10 minutes around 1pm. That 10 minutes did nothing. At about 2 they came and checked me again and I was now 5.5cm. They said if I didn't make it to 6 by 4pm they were going to break my water to hopefully get things moving a little. I was checked again at 4pm and I didn't make it to 6. The doctor came in and broke my water and let me tell you that hurt like a bitch. I was checked again at six and I was finally past 6. I was at 7cm. The contractions were coming closer together, lasting longer, and hurting worse. I was ready to die. You're probably thinking that Collin is such a horrible person for not being there most of the labor. Really, he's not. This stuff he was getting was really important. He got back to the hospital around 7:30. He stood my by side wiping all my tears away and telling me that everything would be ok. When he got back my sister went and got something to eat and call mom. She came back around 8. Around 9pm I was 8cm. I felt like this was going to drag on and on and on. I was checked again at 11 and was still 8cm. At midnight I was 9cm. And finally at 1:45am I was fully dilated. Until the doctors got everything ready and the NICU down, it was 2am. Byt 2:05 I was pushing. It hurt like hell but I didn't scream. I promised my self I would not scream. At 3:16am my baby girl came into the world. 9 minutes later my baby boy came into the world. After they were finally out I felt so much better. I haven't really had much sleep until this morning. But it's ok. I get to spend it all with my precious babies. All my visitors are coming tonight. I'll try to stay awake. We're supposed to come home Wednesday or Thursday. But I may talk them into letting me come home tomorrow. I just want to be at home. Lay in my own bed. Eat my own food. And use my own bathroom.


I love you Emalle and Brandon.


(Emalle is pronounced like Emily. I'm pretty sure everyone will say it wrong. But that's ok. It's definitely unique. )