Mommy went to the emergency room (for the third time that month) with the fear of a blood-clot in her leg. After an ultrasound of the leg (no clot), the wonderful, marvellous Dr. Sales took fear of her high blood pressure and wanted to check her urine for protein (protein in urine is a sign of pre-eclamsia . . . as are headaches--check, fluid retention--check (about 2 pounds a day worth), high blood pressure--check). No protein found in urine . . .
NONE. To Mommy's relief, the wonderful, marvelous Dr. Sales decided to keep her for a 24-urine test that would better reflect the true amount of protein, if any. So, get this, a protein count of 300 is high and in need of inducing labor. My count was 1500. Needless to say, potocin was on

the way. After a 14 hour, relatively easy labor, Mommy started pushing at 12:00am.
BTW, pushing is for the birds. Keep in mind that Mommy had to convince her OBGYN that vaginal labor was worth a shot-- Dr. Sido was sure that a cesearian was that only safe way to go. We are delivering in the "twin operating room" with a mega-team of doctors, nurses and an anesthesiologist for Mommy and an individual NICU team for each baby. After a few excruciating pushes, Lydia Jane popped right out and was flown over to her NICU team (standard procedure). Now to push out Baby B-- the moment where

cecearians usually happen-- what will Zadie do? She dropped (very fast) into Lydia's spot and her heart rate also dropped dramatically. The doctor is stimulating her heart (inside of the birth canal) and tells Mommy, "Now you need to get her out with this next push." That was all of the incintive that Mommy needed . . . one big push and she was out. Both babies were great and rode back to the room on Mommy's chest. Yeah!!!!!!!!!!!!
I could expand on the weeks that followed, including crazy Mommy's trip back to the hospital, sleepless nights, endless feeding and the amazing little people that are more beautiful every morning when the sun rises on our sleepless nights . . . but you've endured enough for our first blog . . . and I have babies to feed.