The doctor performed a test to determine if I was numb. She said it was pinching. The first two pinches I could feel the tug but not the pain. The third pinch I felt a little pain. She did the test again a couple minutes later. Same results. But for some reason, she started to cut anyway. I didn't feel the initial cut and I prayed hard to Heavenly Father that it would continue that way. But then the moving of stuff a opening and separating my innards definitely brought out the pain. I squeezed Danny's hand as hard as I could and begged him not to watch. I was so worried that he would pass out and I wouldn't have any support through the pain. It was awful. Like my friend's mother described to her when asked about her experiences with a not-numb c-section, "you know in those nature shows when it shows a lion eating a gazelle? That's what it feels like."
"It hurts. It hurts. I need drugs," I found myself repeating. I kept praying in my head and tried to focus on babies coming out any moment. I tried to tell myself that giving birth to Hammy was more painful. But I wasn't convinced. I felt like if I could just apply pressure to my right side I would feel better. Danny kept saying, "No. Don't touch," and grabbing my hand. At some point they strapped both my arms down.
Moments after the second baby was born and I heard a little cry I knew an end was in sight. I asked Danny, "Do they look alike?" He said, "Well, it's hard to tell because they're all slimy."
The placenta was delivered and finally the silent anesthesiologist said in response to Danny's inquiring to what he was doing, "I'm giving her morphine."
My neck tensed up and I felt hot from shoulder to shoulder across my back. I felt the vomit coming. I said, "I feel so sick." The anesthesiologist placed a little emesis basin next to my face. The doctor said something to him about controlling the pain level and he replied, "If the morphine doesn't work, I'll put her under."
The next thing I remember is being rolled into the recovery room and Danny saying to the nurse, "So, tell me about her ovaries."
to be continued . . .
read The twin birth story part 1
read The twin birth story part 3