Post-Delivery Introductions

Dahlia pushed Mom’s bed, while Nurse #2 and I pushed the babies’ carts, and we went up the elevator and to the baby floor, or whatever it’s called.

We found our excited parents waiting outside of the room with Mom’s brother and his fiance.

I’ve never been good at hiding my emotions.  My facial expressions are usually a dead giveaway.  (This was a concern of Megg’s about having me in the delivery room, but my poker face served me well.)  I’m sure I was grinning ear-to-ear as we introduced those two tiny babies to our families.

The babies and I stayed in the corridor with our families as Megg was helped into the post-delivery bed that she would be hanging out for the the next few days.  Our family “oohed and ahhed” at the babies and each family member told me who each baby resembled.

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Mom was finally able to hydrate and I presented her with her treasured blue Gatorade.  She was advised to take it slow with the fluids because of the anesthesia, but it wasn’t that easy.

In a matter of minutes, she started puking, giving back all of her new-found fluids.  Her soon-to-be sister in law, who’s a nurse, was quick to grab a bin of some sort and pull Megg’s hair back.

It just kept coming.  Sorry, but it did.

Puking isn’t really a big deal to me, but after the whole ordeal she had just been through, this puking episode had me on edge.

After emptying her stomach’s contents several times, we settled into the room and looked at our new babies, along with those family members who didn’t leave when Megg started puking.

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They were really here.  Finally.

Those two little specks that we saw on the ultrasound screen so long ago, were now two real people, swaddled in the standard hospital receiving blankets.  Those blankets, by the way, are probably the most photographed piece of material on this planet.

Now that they were here, we didn’t really know what to do with them.  I mean, they didn’t really do much.  Just kind of laid there.  Like really new newborns are supposed to, I suppose.

Coolest story ever: our best friends had just delivered their baby two days prior and they were down the hall from us.  They came over to check out our new goods, and just like that, it was like old times: hanging out with our friends, like we’ve done for the past ten years.  But now we all had babies.

I guess this was our life now.  Not too bad.