A Fight To The Birth

On Tuesday, May 10, we had our last prenatal appointment. We knew it was our last because we were entering the 38th week of Anna's pregnancy. The finish line. Our OB, Dr. Mahan, was pleased as punch that Anna was doing as well as she was. We scheduled the induction to begin on Thursday evening with the goal of having two healthy boys arrive sometime Friday.



After we got there, the nurses hooked Anna up to all sorts of doodads and whatnots and told her to relax as much as someone can when they are going to give birth to two human beings within a matter of hours.



Fortunately, some good friends stopped by that night and provided Anna with some distracting and highly entertaining reading material.


This is a real thing you can buy at a real gas station. God bless America.


Our dear friend Becca was Anna's nurse for the first night. Since she was playing a major role in the birth of our children, we gave her a hint that the names started with B and E. When no further hints were given, she made up her own and wrote them on the board, eliciting many awkward compliments from other nurses who would come through the room.


Etoile? Really? Really?


Anna's water broke about 3:00 AM on Friday. She was started on Pitocin around 9:00 AM and valiantly labored for several hours before getting an epidural and some much needed rest. The real fun began about 6:00 PM. She pushed and pushed and pushed some more before finally getting dilated enough to head to the C-section room.



Our doctor was going to let Anna try to deliver these kids naturally but wanted the added security of being in the OR suite Just In Case.

She huffed and puffed and pushed and did pretty much the most amazing thing that can be done on this planet, which is give life to another human being. And she did it TWICE. Benjamin Daniel emerged at 8:15 PM CST on Friday, May 13, all pink and gooey and screaming. He weighed in at a hefty 7 lb 15 oz and a gargantuan 15" head. It was, as anyone who has witnessed it will tell you, the most amazing thing you will ever see. I saw my son be born and he was beautiful (under all that goo).



We were all full of oohs and aahs when Benjamin arrived, so much so that we did not notice the sudden busy-ness with which the medical team was working. The change in tone was palpable: the doctor and nurses were no longer encouraging Anna but were quietly and purposefully talking to one another. I became concerned and asked if something was wrong.

"Baby B's heart rate has dropped to about 60 beats per minute for three minutes now. We need to get him out right away," said a nurse. This was not spoken with panic or dread, but with cool professionalism and more than a little urgency. A vacuum extractor was brought out and attached to Baby B's crown. The doctor told Anna to give one long push. As she did, the doctor pulled on the tube attached to the vacuum extractor attached to my son's head, and out he came.

Instead of a gooey, pink, screaming baby, we had a gooey, purple limp baby. Along with the sight of him came the instant sensation of a lead brick in my stomach, a lump in my throat, and tears in my eyes, all of which I tried to fight back because suddenly I had to be the strong father for my kid. This person I have only just seen and not even touched somehow required my show of strength for his benefit.



Eli Harrison was born at 8:25 PM CST, weighing in at 6 lb 14 oz, though we did not find this out until later. Eli was whisked to a nearby warming table where the neonatal nurses immediately went to work on him, rubbing their hands on his body and forcing air into his tiny lungs. He was breathing, but only just and with the greatest difficulty. I found myself timidly asking a nurse through trembling lips if he was going to be ok. They calmly told me that yes, he would be fine, but he needed immediate care in the nursery. And off he went. And once again I felt that brick and a crushing sense of helplessness.

In the meantime, I had one healthy son and an exhausted but absolutely beautiful wife still in the room. Benjamin was getting pinker by the minute. I was able to hold my oldest son for the first time and it was marvelous.


One of my favorite pictures of all time, taken by my wife while she is still on the delivery table. Amazing.


Benjamin was eventually placed in the special care nursery alongside his brother for some preventative antibiotic treatment. We wheeled Anna back to her room as the grandparents arose from their seats in the waiting room, eager for some news. They saw us come out with no babies so they must have assumed something was amiss. We got Anna settled in the room and I went out to talk to the grandparents and give them the news. I got through the story of Benjamin's birth but as soon as I started telling about Eli's rough entrance, I broke down. Even though I knew by this point that he was breathing room air and pretty much making a full recovery, the weight of that worry and helplessness and those bricks simply became too much. I got extra big hugs from my parents and suddenly I realized how much they loved me and understood what I was feeling.

Benjamin and Eli both made outstanding strides in the nursery. The antibiotics worked wonders, Eli was breathing normally, and we eventually got to keep them in our room. The grandparents played paparazzi and smiled big smiles that must have hurt after a while.



In the end, all was well. In the end, we had a new beginning. Two sleep-deprived and frightened adults took two sleepy and adorable babies out of the hospital and into the world and a family was born.

Marking Time, or Happy Pre-Mother's Day

The boys are no more than a week or so away right now. We have been ready, or at least as ready as we'll ever be, and we are getting impatient. We both want to meet our sons very badly. I also want my wife to be able to sit, stand, sleep, and move comfortably again. I'm damn proud of her for quite literally bearing the burden of growing our children.

Three moms-to-be at three different stages of pregnancy.

She has been an amazing trooper through this pregnancy, putting up with stares from strangers, swollen ankles, disrupted sleeping, and most recently being housebound these last couple of weeks as the OB said her belly is too big to safely be behind the wheel.

Gram Wicks

 She has been careful about what she eats and drinks. Every decision she has made regarding our boys (baby gear, birth plans, feeding options, whatever) was chosen to give our kids every opportunity to be healthy and happy. Mothers do this the world over daily without complaint or question, but now that it is about to take over my entire world, it seems I am just now appreciating it fully. I am thankful that my own mother did this for me and my sisters, and that my wife's mother did the same for her and her brother. We have two excellent models on which to base our own parenting.

Mother Miller and my lovely wife

Gram Vanderkolk and yours truly

Grandma Miller and my father-in-law

Therefore any screw-ups, paste-eating, and running with scissors can be blamed directly on the grandparents.

 Happy mother's day, Mom

Happy Mother's Day to all of the women in our families who have carried, birthed, and raised us. Thank you for loving us even when you didn't necessarily like us.

Now it's personal

(Yes, we took the month of March off. We were...busy.)

We are mere weeks away (hopefully) from welcoming Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum into the world with open arms and we have been bizzay. We've moved into a wonderful little rental house with an astounding view and lots of storage space. We bought a minivan that once smelled like leftover Korean food but now just smells like industrial cleaner. Behold.

Dead sexy, no? And the van ain't too bad either.

Also, there have been job interviews, baby classes, doctor appointments, and one long ordeal of trying to sell a house.

The nursery has been set up beautifully by Mama Bear and we can't wait to fill it with wee ones. Except now we have an infestation of carpenter ants in that room. Never seen them? They look like this:

I'm not one to be grossed out by the creepy crawly things of this world, but something about the idea of these suckers taking over the nursery triggered a manly "protect my kids" reflex. I vacuumed up scores of them with a vengeance. I was like Rambo with an upright canister vacuum flamethrower. A grim half-smile crept across my face as I felt each one go "thoomp" into the hose. A tiny voice in my head said "why are you reveling in the destruction of these harmless ants?" To which I replied, "They drew first blood."

Regardless of my bravado, these things will likely have to be taken care of properly by an exterminator. Anybody with any experience of dealing with carpenter ants before? How did it go?

To and Fro

I got an honest look at what twin parenting looks like in all its good and bad. (And I really don't think I saw it all that bad.) My good friends Becca and Joe had twins prematurely last fall and have been doing a marvelous job chronicling the joys and struggles of being parents of twins with some special needs. If you have any interest in premature babies, twins, PKU, or any combination of the three, I highly recommend you visit their blog.



I saw amazing things in that household. I witnessed the quieting of two babies at once by one man. Two babies, one man! I saw that same man change diapers in no time flat, whip up bottles of formula, feed his son through an NG-tube, and browse Tweetdeck and videos of Louis CK and Patton Oswalt. It was awe-inspiring. It gives me a goal to strive for. Joe, you are a true Dad of Twins.



It's been a busy month or so since...a month or so ago. Mama Bear continues to grow those babies at a rapid clip and has begun to express concern that the boys soon will grow too powerful and start making unreasonable demands on the management. Their kicks and flails and odd yoga poses are commonplace now, but no less thrilling. For me, at least. Mama doesn't seem to when Baby A goes into Downward Dog and forces his rear end into the spot where her appendix used to be. Namaste.

Soccer Players or Male Rockettes

The biggest thrill of the past two weeks has been the palpable activity of Boy 1 and Boy 2. They have been kicking and flipping and twisting and making all sorts of in utero workout routines. At least, so says Mama Bear. Every time she comes home and tells me that the boys were practicing their floor routines, I have a moment of gender envy and wish I could know what she is experiencing just for a moment. (And that one moment would be plenty.) I imagine our boys looking something like this when they are active:



Twice I have had the good fortune to feel them/one of them move. Both times it felt like a mini lightning bolt of wonder shot through my hand straight to my heart. It almost hurt, it was so incredible. I can't wait to meet these guys.



The house continues to have lots of foot traffic but no buyers, save for one low-ball offer that we turned down. (Fingers crossed that that wasn't a bad idea.) It's frustrating that we aren't able to start putting a nursery together now because we are hoping to be somewhere else when the babies arrive. We have all this cool stuff to put up and make this "parenting" thing a little more real, but our hands are tied and it remains boxed up for now. Patience, Papa Bear. All will work out.

(By the way, we are praying madly that things will all work out.)






Heard:
I've been digging into a couple new records lately. The first is Poison & Wine EP from The Civil Wars, a haunting and sweet little collection of songs for those who like beautiful tunes with a tragic tint to them. A great set of sounds for those who like Iron & Wine, O Brother, Where Are Thou? and things involving crossroads.



 The second is Your Love Never Fails from Jesus Culture. This one heavily features Chris Quilala, Kim Walker, and Melissa How. I've been rediscovering some of the newer worship music out there and I've liked this one, mostly because of how unbelievably rockstar Kim Walker is when she leads the songs. It's a natural talent, not a showy putting on of "lead singer-ness." It's raw and incredible. "Sing My Love" is excellent.

What have you guys been up to?

As Opposite As Twin Brothers

The twenty-one week checkup (couldn't get in with the doctor at twenty weeks) was on Tuesday. Another ultrasound and a meeting with our new OB (our old one left the clinic at the new year). The ultrasound showed the different personalities (or more likely, different sleep cycles) of the two boys. Baby A was uncooperative and moody, doing little more than mooning the ultrasound tech the entire time. Baby B, however, was acting like Peter Griffin on Red Bull.



He was spinning, flipping, turning, not holding still at all. Perhaps it's a foretaste of what family pictures will be like from now on.

BREAKING NEWS UPDATE:
We felt the babies move! More specifically, Mama Bear felt "something" that was probably babies last week, then felt that "something" several times last Friday. While she was laying in bed, she felt it strongly enough to call me into the room where we both saw her stomach MOVE. Bloop. Just like that it moved! We put our hands on her belly and felt Baby A kick (or punch or roll or something) on his side, then Baby B outdo his brother on the left side. It was...(wait for it)...breathtaking.

Mama Bear is now growing at a rapid clip, making up for lost time after a nauseous first trimester with little to no weight gain.



The house has had all sorts of activity lately. Lots of showings and open houses and needs to quickly evacuate the house for a couple hours. We are racking up steep dog-sitting debts to some good friends who thankfully like Win despite his googily eyes.

Seen:
We caught a couple of films over the weekend. The Social Network was playing at the Riverview (best movie deal in the Twin Cities). I was leery going into the viewing for some reason but it turned out that I had no reason to be at all. The movie was fantastic. A wonderful character story and a wonderful performance by Jesse Eisenberg, no matter how accurate or fictional it may be.

Next was a morning matinee showing of The King's Speech. I am a fan of just about everyone in the film and had high hopes. It was great but...not as great as I was hoping? I am soon to graduate into a rehabilitation-based career and had a professional interest in seeing how they depicted early speech therapy and was encouraged by how it was portrayed. Again, not sure on the historical accuracy but I appreciated how Lionel Logue's career was based out of a need to help people regain a load-bearing piece of their life after some trauma, either physical or emotional.

What have you seen lately? What did you think of it?

The Latter Half

We've passed the midway point of this pregnancy. Mama Bear hit twenty weeks yesterday. (Technically the halfway point for multiples is usually around 18 weeks as 36 weeks is considered full term.) I've grown accustomed to the idea of pregnancy and the two virtual boys that are floating upside-down in her belly. Now I get to adjust to the idea that these little guys will be here sooner than I think.

More official baby gear keeps streaming into our house. This week Mama Bear used her bargain-hunting super-powers to buy many adorable outfits for our chitlins. (It is frustrating to think that our children will wear these outfits only a handful of times, if at all, before they outgrow them. After that, we turn them into costumes for Win.) 

The stroller and car seats also arrived this week. There's a level of excitement about it that I relate to getting a new car: lots of new features to try out, you want to show off the latest model out in public, you imagine all the off-road trails this beast could totally handle. Then you remember that it's a stroller and you will never ride in it. And you are the engine.

(Speaking of which, we opted for this bad boy and the 22 lb accompanying car seats. We originally planned on the 35 lb capacity seats but then realized that we didn't want to potentially push around 100 lbs of baby and accessories.)

We're gonna be badass.

Finally, I want to start a feature here that I am blatantly ripping off from a blog I used to read that no longer exists, and whose idea (assuming it was his to begin with) is now very popular. I want to share things that I have recently seen, heard, and read.

Seen:

Over the holiday break, I watched a lot of things. Football. Basketball. The American version of Top Gear (surprisingly entertaining). Several movies. Heavy on the Jeff Bridges. True Grit (his performance was outstanding, but the rest of the movie was meh) and Tron Legacy (his performance[s] were pretty ok but his channeling of the Dude was heavy handed, the visuals were stunning, and the story was entertaining enough to keep me engaged) in the theater. Sherlock Holmes (a lot better than what I had been told), The Rock (gets dumber with each viewing), and Coraline (loved loved loved it) on DVR. We finished off the break with The Men Who Stare At Goats (more Jeff Bridges, and a very entertaining story).

Heard:
Besides the podcasts I recently mentioned, I have been enjoying The King Can Drink The Harbour Dry, by the Dimes. It is marvelously crafted and super delicious to hear. Go check it out. Better yet, enjoy this tidbit.

Read:
Currently working through several books at once, making no progress on any of them. A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court by Mark Twain, Twinspiration by Cheryl Lage, Christianity: The First Three Thousand Years by Diarmaid MacCulloch, and The Girl Who Played With Fire by Stieg Larsson. It's a safe bet I will still be working on all of them when the boys arrive.