Milla and Belle: August 2009

I rolled out of bed. It was a BIG day for me. I had lots to do. I had to go to the store and pick up a cake for Juan, I had to go pick up my mom from the airport, lunch was on the schedule along with shopping. I had been on bed rest for 2 months and this was my chance to get out.

I got dressed and did my hair. I even remember what I wore, black capris and a red t-shirt. I waddled my way down stairs to find the only shoes I could wear, my black Wal-Mart flip flops. I bent over to pick up my purse and felt a little leakage, just a tiny bit. So I fix the problem with a Kotex and went out the door. The doctor told me it was normal. I was sooo big and there was no room for the babies. So there would be pressure on my bladder. I thought nothing of it and left.

Got to Fred Meyer to pick up a bug cake for Juan. He had a big meeting that day at work and ordered the cake last minute. I get into the store and I felt a little bit more leakage. Okay, this started to get annoying. I went to the bathroom and fixed the problem. Got the cake. Paid for the cake and then it happened again....just a little tiny bit. I go back to the bathroom with the cake. Put the cake on the diaper changing sation and fixed the problem. It wasn't much at all, so it didn't worry me.

Got in the car and started to drive to the airport. My mom was flying in early to help me get ready for my babies. A few miles down the road, the thought came to my mind.."Megan, maybe you should call your doctor and tell him what is going on". So I did. I talked with the nurse and she told me to come in about 1pm. She didn't think it was a big deal, but she wanted to check just incase. It was perfect timing. I had time to pick up my mom, drop off the cake, hit a drive thru and then go to my doctor's appointment.

I get to the airport and I park in the cell phone parking lot. I was a little bit early and didn't want to pay 5 bucks to park. My mom calls and lets me know she has landed. Right then I felt a little bit more. Oh man, now I was worried. There was no bathroom and I wondered if my pants were wet. So I called my mom and told her I wouldn't be coming inside to get her, that she needed to meet me out side. Oh my goodness, she was soooo mad! This was the first time in like 25 years she has flown. She freaked out and was cursing. I told her to deal with it and gave her directions to where I would meet her.

She took forever!!! I kept calling to ask if she had got her bags yet. She told me no and then she gave me another ear-full about how awful of a daughter I was for leaving her alone in a big, scary airport. Then I told her what was going on, and that shut her up and got her out the door.

I picked her up on the curb and we were off. I had to drop off the cake, which was on the way to the hospital. I got a call from the nurse asking how I was doing. She told me the doctor was mad and worried that I needed to get there asap. So I called Juan to have him meet us outside and to bring my mom some lunch from the Microsoft cafeteria. I remember my mom complaining about having to get a crappy salad from a cafeteria, that it was a step below airport food. My mom cracks me up.

I told Juan what was going on, that I needed to go get checked out. I asked if he wanted to come with us. But of course, his meeting came first and he told me to call if I really needed him. Hahaha little did he know.

Then we were off to the hospital. I parked and then stepped out of the car into a huge puddle of water. My mom came around to help me and then she screamed "Megan, your water broke!" I gave her the evil eye and told her it just rained. She said she knew, that she was just making fun of me.... as always!

We got into the doctor's office, and he checked me out and decided today was the day I would have my babies. And it was. The nurse told us it was going to be about 8 hours before they could get me in. The doctor had other plans. I was in the operating room about an hour and a half after I got there. My mom called Juan. He got a cab and came to the hospital and made it just in time for the surgery. He had to miss his meeting, poor guy.

My mom finally stopped complaining about her trip and about her food when the staff told her that she could join Juan and I in the delivery room. I had a c-section and within 10 minutes my babies were born a minute a part.

After that it all seemed like a daze. Belle was first. I don't remember her crying much. They took her off to the NICU for an hour or so to make sure her lungs were okay. Milla came out kicking and screaming, much like today. I remember the anesthesiologist asked us what the names were and we told him we know the names but we don't know which one is which. And he made a comment about how the second one, then screaming, sounded more like a Camilla. Mom and I agreed. And that is how Milla got her name. Meanwhile, while Juan was with Belle in the NICU, he was calling her Camilla, too. So for the first hour of their life, they were both named Camilla. We fought who should be who, but I won of coarse!

I spent the next 5 days in the hospital. My dad got jealous that my mom was having all the fun. So, he flew last minute to check out these babies.

My mom stayed for a month to help me out. My dad left a few days later and then he came back three weeks later.

I didn't have to change a diaper or an outfit for the first month of their lives. Thank goodness for Moms! They may complain alot but they do come in handy. I was pretty ill for the next month. My incisions got infected and I was down longer than planned. Juan's mom came for two weeks after my mom left. Perfect timing!

These girls are now 2 years old and I can't believe it! Time flies when you are stressed and sleep deprived. They are a handful and they drive me crazy most days, but I can't imagine lift without them!

Happy Bithday!

Love,

Momma