[I started this post on the day that Brooksley was born... sorry for the long delay in finishing it!!]
So this is a pic of my swollen feet that I've been talking about:

And here I am in one of the last things to fit me that neighbor Ilona gave me a few days before, along with a million things handed down from her son Edward who was Thomas' age:
Babies' Birth StoryRecap: With my last ultrasound scan, the doctor decided that the fluid levels around Baby A were perilously low. With her lack of weight gain over the past two weeks, the doctor felt they needed to artificially induce me so I would give birth sooner rather than later.
Although I tried several natural induction methods Tuesday (tincture of blue and black cohosh, three walks, long warm bath, acupressure, mild nipple stimulation), nothing seemed to happen until after 3 a.m. I seemed to notice several regular surges over the next hour. So I decided to get up and have a little breakfast and walk on the treadmill to see if I could make them more regular, before our 7 a.m. departure for the hospital. Sadly, it didn't work. I had a little cinnamon toast at 6:30 a.m. and that was my last thing to eat for the rest of the day.
We arrived at the hospital a little late (I was so nervous leaving the house), and were met in the hallway by our day nurse, Laurie. It was nice to see her familiar face: she had done two of my NSTs, even Mary Anne had met her at one of them, and she and I had really hit it off talking about the old days of natural births, breech births, and vaginal twin deliveries. So it was nice to be in the hands of someone who knew what kind of birth I had wanted, before being required to induce for the health of Baby A.
We brought in a dozen local bakery doughnuts for the nurses. Of course Laurie told us that she was staying away from them -- what will power! She set us up in a labor and delivery room which happened to be the same one I labored in for Thomas! By 7:50 a.m. I was being handed my gown to change into.

My OB, Dr. W, came by on rounds a short time after. She examined me and was happy to announce I was 3cm dilated, but still just 50% effaced. Baby A was also now in station -1. Lynn and I were excited that my efforts the day before had done this in less than 24 hours! If only we had had another 24 hours, we thought out loud. Dr. W said she wanted me vertical, to help engage A's head.
They started the pitocin drip at 1 mL/hour around 9 a.m., and continued to up it by 1 mL every half an hour or so. I was able to breathe through each contraction on my own at this point. I was sitting on a birthing ball stool, and rocking my hips back and forth. It surprised the nurse that babies continued to show up on the heart rate monitor so well, even though I was up. Contractions started to get regular, and seemed one to two minutes apart. I enjoyed my front row seat of watching the monitor. I think it helped to put me in a focused zone. The timing of the next events is blurred; I can't really remember when we tried different positions or when I was examined and what the results were.
For example, at one point, after many hours and painful laboring, I was still just 3 or 4cm dilated, which was hugely disappointing. I think this is when I started trying to stand and walk in place, and Lynn suggested I put on some upbeat music on my IPOD. I had a genre called Pop that I selected, and we started dancing to that. The music ranged from Avril Lavigne to ABBA, and even included that old hit, "Billy, Don't Be A Hero!" We never knew what would come up next: Glen Campbell (singing "Wichita Lineman"), Cheryl Crowe, or some of my favorite European bands.
Our group of four discussed when we thought the babies would arrive. Laurie's shift ended at 7 p.m. and we were confident she would meet the babies. Tim joked about being able to eat at Mama's Diner for dinner, and I wondered what fabulous meal I would be getting for my celebratory dinner! Sometimes I would suggest that perhaps baby A would be crowning before anyone would notice I was in active labor. The OB and nurse said that would be a wonderful thing!
The OB was waiting for baby A's head to engage (0 station) so she would be able to break the water at that point, to hasten the labor. But if A's head was not engaged, they wouldn't be able to, because her cord might prolapse down the canal through the opening. And that would be bad, as oxygen would be cut off. At 3:45 p.m., the OB examined me again. (I think she came in dancing to ABBA's "Dancing Queen" which was pretty funny.) I forget how far dilated I was. (I might have been 6cm at this point. If so, we knew the two hours of dancing had really helped.) Baby's head was engaged, so she broke my water. So much gushed out! The doctor said, a bit disingenuously, well she must have peed a ton overnight. Water continued to squirt out over the next hour, there just seemed no way to me she had had very little fluid!
(And sorry if this is TMI, but this was also the time I threw up the first time. Dr. W timed one of her visits so that she was the one holding the wastebasket for me. The nurse tried to offer me a little tiny pink crescent shaped dish and I said there was no way it would hold it. Big wastebaskets for me!)
My feet were pretty tired from all the dancing, so I sat on the birthing ball stool again, and Lynn massaged my neck and shoulders with some lavender relaxation oil we had made a few weeks prior. It felt great. Even Tim did some "goosebumps" action to help me generate some natural oxytocin. But things were hurting, it seemed a lot more to me than when I birthed Thomas. Lynn suggested it was all that extra pressure of twins, but I think it had much to do with the pitocin drip, which was set at 10 at that point. After an hour or two, when I began to start imagining pushing the baby down, they had me examined and I was still just 6 cm dilated, maybe 7cm, but OB sounded unconvinced. At least I was 80% effaced.
I felt so broken at this point. It was so disheartening to realize it had passed 8:00 p.m. and I was progressing so slowly and painfully. (I agree with everyone else, Pitocin is evil!) I looked up at Tim after one contraction with a look pleading for help. Tim interpreted it as I was going to kill him if I ever got out of my situation alive! I felt like crying, and I just begged Lynn to please let me get an epidural. She felt I had been doing well, but I really didn't agree. I had secretly been begging for an epidural in my head since the first time they evaluated me and I had hardly progressed to 4cm after hours!
Lynn reminded me that we had discussed this possibility. So I asked that someone please call the nurse to ask for the epidural. My doula was helping me through the next rapid fire strong contraction, so I was grateful to see my mother-in-law get up and make the call for me. I made the request about 8:15 or so, the nurse relayed the order closer to 8:30 p.m., and it was still 8:40 p.m. and we were waiting on the anesthesiologist. I was thinking I was going to be ready to push the baby out before the epidural would arrive! He finally came in and it seemed to take forever, but I'm sure he was done in ten minutes. Lynn and the new labor nurse who had replaced Laurie held me up on the bed while the doc worked on my back. I had several painful contractions in this position. I found myself silently pleading to Thomas to help his mother through the pain. It always seemed to help.
The OB judged that I was ready to move to the OR. At 9:15 p.m. I was a new woman! I was so happy to not being feeling anything anymore! I was in the OR and it was showtime! Tim and Lynn put hospital cover ups on. Mary Anne waited in the room. They had to coach me through the pushing, telling me when it was time. Lynn would remind me to use my birthing breath, and that really worked great. Baby A came out slowly, and she did not tear me at all using this nice slow method. We used a few positions and methods. One of them had me holding one end of a rope (a sheet tied with knots on two ends), and Tim holding the other at the end of the bed. I would pull on that during a surge, which would make me naturally bear down. (I can promise you that my arms were pretty sore two days later from this!!)
Baby A was born at 10:29 p.m. on March 24th. As she came out, they saw she had some meconium around her, so instead of handing her to me, they needed to check her out right away to make sure she hadn't breathed any in, which can be fairly dangerous. It was lovely to hear her weak cries, and know she had arrived safely after all! I think they said her apgars were 7 and then 8, due to her color. When she first came out, she exploded with poop! The nurses who were checking her out cleaned her all off, and then she exploded again, making the nurses cry out in dismay!

They wrapped her into a blanket, handing her to Tim who brought her over to me. This birth I made a point of wearing my eyeglasses, so at least I could see her well when they set her on my (still pregnant!) belly. The nurses would have left her there, but it was really awkward with me still trying to birth B. So I asked Tim if he would just continue to hold her. But I guess the nurses took her away.
The OB went to work on delivering Baby B. She reached up inside of me, all the way to her elbow, and tried to grab B's legs to deliver her breech. But the baby kept sliding her legs out of reach. The baby's sac was still intact at this point. The doc finally just settled for grabbing B's head and lowering it into place at the pelvis.
When she removed her arm, she was puzzled by some blood that she saw on it. She didn't know where it would have come from, as she had emptied out A's cord blood. So she wondered if it was somehow coming from B, but why? She set aside her concern and had me push B down until finally B was engaged. Then the OB used a hook to break B's water, which yielded a ton of amniotic fluid. The clock was clicking past 11 p.m. and I kept thinking of the calendar change about to occur! Would I deliver B on the same day as A or not?? Then the OB made the discovery that my cervix had closed back up to 7cm dilated! She said I would have to stop pushing, rest, and let the pitocin do its job. The nurse cranked the pitocin up, I think to 12.
I mentioned that the epidural seemed to be wearing off, as I could feel the contractions and they gave me an urge to push (which I had to ignore). They asked the anesthesiologist to come back in, and he didn't like the idea of adding more. He was very clear in explaining to me the pros and cons. Basically, I wouldn't feel any urge to push and if I needed to push B out, it would probably take longer and I wouldn't be too effective.
Just before this, the OB and nurses had been watching baby B's heart rate on the monitor, and finally had me lay on my right side as it made it better. But with each contraction, B's heart rate suffered some decelerations. This worried me as I know that some conservative OBs would immediately insist on a c-section. Her heart rate was dropping below 90 occasionally. So I would talk to B when I felt the urge to push (i.e. a contraction) come on. And sometimes her heart rate would climb right back up after falling only a little bit, or it wouldn't fall at all. But the doc said it was okay, she went back to a break room to read for a bit until my cervix was dilated again.
Tim and Lynn went back to the labor room to visit with Mary Anne, who had been waiting by herself. Mary Anne had already come to the door of the OR to see Audris in Tim's arms. The nurses had made up a room for us in the Mother-Baby Unit, so Tim helped Mary Anne move our belongings to the new room, and they wheeled in a recliner in case Mary Anne spent the night, too. So I was left in the OR by myself with one delivery nurse, the one who had taken Laurie's place at 7 p.m. I asked where A was and I guess she was all by herself in a little heated isolette in the back of the operating room. "She's waving her arms about," the nurse said. I was too self-involved at this point, but I wish someone had taken her out and given her to me while we were waiting. The clock made its way past midnight, and I acknowledged to myself that it was now my niece Kelli's angelversary. In the back of my mind, I had been anxious to avoid that date... oh well... best laid plans, and all that!
I was occupied watching the contraction and heart rate monitors. When the doctor had been in the room, they had had some difficulty keeping a monitor on Brooksley using the "hockey puck" and elastic strap around my belly. It would slide off after each push. I thought they were measuring B's heart rate, since it was 140, but that was actually mine! I was pretty shocked. I'm used to mine being around 70, but I guess giving birth is fairly intensive (hah). I finally asked the doctor why they didn't just put an internal monitor on B's head. She seemed surprised by my suggestion, and said they would, if I didn't mind. (So I'm wondering, why would I mind? Well later I noticed little scab marks on both girls' heads; apparently that is what happens when they attach an internal monitor to a birthing baby's scalp.) It was a relief to get the belly elastic off.
I finally told the nurse that I REALLY had to push; I was having a hard time restraining myself. She almost panicked since she was the only one in the room. She said, "Don't push yet! I'll let the doctor know," and went off to phone someone. Apparently the doctor must have had a sixth sense, because she was walking past the nurses' station, on her way back, when they fielded the call. I said it again, "I REALLY need to push," and it seemed like I was so quickly examined that they said, "OK, go ahead," even though they weren't 100% ready. Tim and Lynn weren't even in the room! This part of the evening is even more of a blur.
I remember Dr. W walking into the room and saying that it was Greek Independence Day, and that our daughter had been waiting for it! The conversation then went on that Dr. W is a choir director at her Greek Orthodox Church and that she even has an official Greek costume. She said she even knew the Greek national anthem. So I asked her if she could sing it and she did! She belted out a few lines -- her voice was great and it was pretty funny. At some point during all this, Tim and Lynn arrived back into the room, shocked at how close baby B was to being born.
The doctor wanted me to hold my breath as I pushed, she thought it would make me stronger, and it seemed to work, although I did end up tearing with this second birth. (I had not torn when A was born.)
Brooksley was born at 12:26 a.m. on March 25th. She scored 9 and 9 on her Apgars. Soon she was wrapped up and both girls were handed to me. It was a little overwhelming to see these two new daughters we had! But oh so exciting.

I got to hold them while we waited for the placentas to be delivered. When they finally came out, we got to look at them and they were fairly interesting. They had at some point joined, so perhaps B had started to take away some of A's nutrition, it is hard to say. They did look like loaves of focaccia bread, only made out of raw steak!
Dr. W examined them and noted that it appeared that baby B's placenta had apparently started to detach inside me (before being induced). If this placenta had fully detached, B would have been stillborn. You cannot detect a detaching placenta in an ultrasound scan. Only fluid levels (or cord flow problems) seem to be easily detectable and lead to most early inductions. So I like to think that Angel Kelli could see what was happening and made us know it was time to give birth to the babies -- even if we thought it was for a different reason. And she saved her day for Brooksley as a permanent little reminder. This is why Kelli's father, my brother Paul, is Brooksley's godfather.
As soon as the placentas were out, they were cleaning up the OR and shutting down. Dr. W was heading home after a long day -- she had two twin deliveries that day! (The other set of twins were delivered early, though, around 35 weeks, so spent a few days in the NICU. The two of us, twin moms, were aware that each of us was going through this at the same time. So there was like a little competition. She gave birth in the early evening, though. And she did it med-free, too. At my 6-week postpartum OB appointment, I ran into her in the waiting room. It was pretty funny. The receptionist said, "Oh how neat, we have two sets of twins here." So I looked at her and said, "Were you the other mom giving birth the same day I was?" She said, "Oh yeah, it was such a competition!" And we both laughed.)
I returned to my original laboring room where I had to wait until the epidural ran out before it could be disconnected. My doula Lynn was kind enough to drive Mary Anne home for us so she wouldn't have to sleep in the recliner. It was probably a good thing as they were able to keep each other awake the whole way home. After thirty minutes or an hour (I forget which) they measured and weighed Brooksley, and I got to nurse both babies. They were all bundled up. This was our first family portrait:

Finally the epidural ran out, so they took the two babies to the night nursery. I sent Tim to bed in our Mother-Baby room. The anesthesiologist appeared and began untaping the needle and other equipment attached to my back. He said, "I don't know who taped this, but they did a real number on you." I replied, "Nice try! I know you did it -- I'm not that out of it!" He was a nice, young doctor.
Finally at 3 a.m., I was able to go to sleep in the bed in my new recovery room. Tim was asleep on the recliner, which was more comfortable than the couch by the windows, but that still wasn't saying much. At 5 a.m., incredibly, the nurse in charge of my care woke me up to go over all the paperwork and who knows what else for a new inpatient. Then an hour later, the babies were back for their nursing. They remained in my room the rest of the day. Tim drove home to get some breakfast, shower, and pick up Mary Anne. They arrived sometime in the morning, and we all got to see the babies with clearer eyes. They were so sweet in their little gowns and caps. And so tiny! Dr. W arrived at some point to discuss my plans. Because B was born after midnight, I earned an extra night at the hospital and she wanted to know if I planned to stay. Heck yeah!
The rest of the stay is a blur. Night times were not restful, with strangers coming in to get blood draws from me, and night nurses wheeling in the two babies and helping me get them latched for nursing. I would nurse the babies for an hour, then call the nursery and ask them to retrieve the girls! I let Tim spend his nights at home as it was pretty pointless to have him suffer with me.
On Friday afternoon, we had the girls' hearing tested and the hospital photographer took their portraits for our birth announcements. The girls were so tiny then!

On our last morning, as the nursery nurses brought the babies to me for the last time, one of them handed Audris to me and said, "You should know she has spent the past hour wide awake and crying. We want to let you know so that when you get them home, you will know it is normal." I think Audris was just born hungry, and it took me a while to make enough milk to satisfy her. (I was nursing her every hour and a half at home that first week -- oh it was miserable!)
For the coming home trip, we dressed the girls up in the pink and purple outfits I had sewn for the girls. Tim showed infinite patience as the girls did not enjoy being dressed!

We returned home on Saturday noontime to find a welcome home sign hanging in our garage (it was pouring rain outside) made by our neighbors. What a welcome!

So that is the story of my daughters' births! Three months later, some of the details have been lost, but I hope I got most of it down, as I know one day they will love to read about it. My mom wrote a letter to her mother-in-law the morning after I was born, so I have her account of my birth, and it is a real treat to read.