A/N Kat has given birth to the twins! The names are Trini & Evelyn (Trini is obviously named after the original Yellow Ranger while Evelyn is named after Kat's grandmother)

It's about time for this tired mama to finally write down some memories of the twiglets' birth before amnesia by sleep-deprivation sets in – if it hasn't already!

If you had been following along with my pregnancy updates, you will remember that at my final OB appointment at just under 38 weeks my cervix was as closed as fort knox and ruled "unfavorable for induction." This seemed to surprise everyone but me – one of the OBs had already told me I'd NEVER make it to 38 weeks, but I knew better.. after having carried Jackson to 41+ weeks and then laboring for about 12 hours to get to about 2cm I had more than just a suspicion that I would be able to carry my girls all the way to 40 weeks or even beyond if allowed.

But for some reason the medical community has this idea that 38 weeks is as far as a twin pregnancy should go – which I'm not entirely sure I believe, but what I DID believe is that I don't think I could have survived a day over 38 weeks in the condition that I was in. Because the weeks proceeding the the twiglets birth were so crazy for me with releasing my app etc, I didn't blog much about what it was like those last few months being pregnant with twins.. so let me fill you in just a tiny bit.

I was in pain – a lot of pain – as a result of Pubic Symphasis disorder (pelvic instability which cause a ton of sharp pain doing even the most simple of activities like walking!) and could barely breathe. Lying down was uncomfortable, sitting up was uncomfortable – lying on my back was perhaps the most uncomfortable of all! A fact that I was reminded of all to frequently at my weekly NSTs (non stress tests) at the MFM where they would attempt to monitor both girls' heartbeats while I lay on my back for 20+ minutes – tears rolling down my face from the amount of pressure on my lower back AND the feeling of not being able to breathe – like an elephant was sitting on my chest.

I was essentially an invalid – in the end I stopped driving, would only go to stores if they had an electric cart or wheel chair and even went on our hospital tour in a wheel-chair. If I was on my feet walking for more than 2 minutes I'd have contractions and between that and the pelvic pain it was unbearable.

Going in for the pre-op testing 48 hours before my scheduled c-section was no exception, I got around the large hospital in a wheel-chair – that Jackson insisted on pushing! Yes, we did hit a few walls:

OK, so enough of the preamble… the decision was made, right or wrong and the C-section was set for 7:15 am October 1st, which entailed us getting up at 4:45am in order to be at the hospital by 5:15am.

OK, so we arrived and I went up to Labor & Delivery while Tommy parked the car and there were two staff members (nurses? I still don't know what they were) there to "prep" me for surgery. Things got off to a bad start when they told me they needed to do a NST. I mentioned before that the NST is SUPER uncomfortable for me, AND very difficult to actually get both heartbeats on the monitor. At my MFM we sometimes had to use the ultrasound just to figure out their positioning in order to find the heartbeats, particularly Trini's as she was anterior and really far down and to the right.

Predictably, these two women could NOT find the heartbeats and gave up after a few minutes, but left me in a very uncomfortable position in the bed with the ultrasound goo on my belly which made my severely overstretched and highly sensitive skin INCREDIBLY itchy and basically chatted to each other the entire time. Neither of them filled us in on what was about to happen or saw to it that I was at least comfortable, so I had Tommy adjust the bed into a position I could tolerate and we wiped of the ultrasound goo.

Unfortunately this is when I also found out that they would NOT allow Kimberly in to take photographs of the actual birth – it's not mentioned in the hospital literature which only says that 1 partner and 1 "support person" can be present at the delivery (it doesn't exclude c-sections from this statement which is odd given that the c-section rate at Reefside hospital is around 30%!).

That was disappointing, but they explained that particularly with twins there is very little room due to the extra staff members to take care of two babies post-delivery etc etc.

At any rate, after I'm in my gown and Tommy had gotten dressed in scrubs, they wheel me in to the OR by myself to start the spinal.

OUCH! I don't know if it's because I had the epidural during my labor with Jackson and so in comparison to the contractions it seemed painless, but I don't remember it hurting nearly as much as the spinal which seemed to have a lot more pricks/pinches because the local is injected and THEN the spinal.

It took effect immediately and they brought Tommy in and began.

I have to say the whole experience was completely surreal. In comparison to Jackson's birth, it didn't really seem as much like a birth to me so much as an operation and "oh, here are your babies!" I can't describe it, it's just such a PASSIVE experience compared to laboring and pushing out a baby. I hope that doesn't offend anyone who has birthed by c-section only, I don't mean to imply that your children didn't have proper births at all, that's just how the difference in experience felt to me at the time.

The one true magical moment to me was peeking through to the right of the curtain when they brought baby A (Trini) over to the warmer – seeing her for the first time the overwhelming reality set in that "OMG we are having babies here!" set in and I just couldn't believe how beautiful she was with her full head of black hair – my DAUGHTER! Tears started sliding down my checks at that point and somewhere amidst all that emotion Evelyn was born just a minute later. My girls were here!

I don't remember too much except asking my OB (only half joking) when I could get a tummy tuck! She must have taken pity on my because she said something very kind about how thin I was that she barely was able to find enough fat under the skin to stitch the incision or something like that..

The next thing I remember we were wheeled into a nice large recovery room where I was told that we had to wait until I could move my legs before they brought me the girls. So I tried REALLY hard to will my legs to move which they did after 30 minutes or so and then Kimberly was allowed to come in and the girls too, so she was able to capture our first few hours as a family!

Later that night, my parents came by with proud big brother Jackson.. and I will never ever forget the LOVE he had in his heart for his baby sisters from the 1st second that he saw them!

The rest of our stay at the hospital was, well.. interesting. Suffice it to say the hospital was NOT up to it's supposed "award winning mother baby unit" reputation, culminating in the ridiculous episode where they actually got our twins mixed up and freaked out because they thought Evelyn had lost 6 oz in one day! Um no, you just got them confused. Because they look so alike (being sarcastic here!)