Post Operation

After a 4am wake up and a restless night with my tumbleweed toddler in the bed with me, we arrived at Carolina Medical Center. This darn flu epidemic really screwed up both my mom and kc being with me at the same time. No one under 18 is allowed past waiting room so someone had to be with Troy. Basically my mom and KC have been playing tag all morning coming to see me.

The experience so far has been wonderful. My team of nurses and anethesiologist have been wonderful and extremely  thorough. By this I mean I've been asked 8x if I've had anything  to eat or drink since midnight. I mean are they trying to make me hangry?  I'm all up on the new slang. In all seriousness all their ducks were in a row and the process was painless and smooth. Overwhelming but smooth. After I got off Viber  jt(comforting to see his face and hear his voice)this morning  my nerves started gaining but I kept my composure. I wish he was here during my epidural. He was my rock. Literally I leaned on him when they gave me one with Troy haha.  The whole OR team came in and introduced themselves. My favorite was Shala. The most uplifting joyful and God fearing Persian beauty. Honestly I just wanted to stare at  her and listen to her talk. She grabbed my hand and looked me dead in the eye and said "Lauren  I've heard your case and you and your girls  are going to be just fine. I've prayed over your room and this team and if you have fear or worry just let it go and let there be peace. God has got this. Amen."  Famous words of KC Berry, "drop  the mic and boom.done!"

They wheeled me back for what seemed like 10 minutes. This place is huge! I felt like I was in an episode  of Grey's or ER. The room was bright white and the lights were even  brighter. I counted. There were 11 staff in the room counting the 2 surgeons. Talk about overstimulation all while  they're giving me an epidural and another drug to make me loopy.

They laid me down and I don't remember a ton. I was groggy but again not asleep because they needed my uterus to be taught so they could be precise when inserting the needle to find the a-cardiac triplet. My sweet Persian anesthetist goddess, Shala, who never left my side whispered in my ear. "Do you want to listen to some Christian music?" I said sure please. She put some sort of technology by my ear but I could still hear Dr. Stephenson and Dr. Ianitti talking. I heard some laughter and i heard some questions  but couldn't make anything out. I didn't want to. I was numb but could tell they were inserting the needle and using the ultrasound. That was making me nervous and I knew that was not how I needed to be. They lifted the canopy from over my head and I asked for more volume. My focus was to breathe and be positive and relax and I'd deal with what they told me later.

Two heartbeats. Whew! ( that's for you KC ;) 

I'm in recovery making sure I don't go into labor. They have a belt monitoring to see if there are any contractions  for 24hrs. Oh my gosh. The road ahead is along and tomorrow morning is HUGE as we will do an ultrasound on the girls. My prayers are for their healthy hearts and good fluid in their sacs. Things have obviously shifted with there now only being 2. Those are the concerns. God has been so so good. You all have been steadfast and I don't know how to thank you all for your prayers and or good vibes and well wishes. It's  overwhelming and our family is so fortunate and blessed by you all.

Cheers, LB