Prematurity is scary. And again, you never think it's going to happen to you or your babies. But it happens every day. And it happened to us.
The weekend of 1/10/16 I was definitely having some Braxton hicks contractions. This was my 3rd pregnancy and I had no doubt in my mind that was what I was experiencing (or so I thought). The biggest difference with these were that at times it literally felt like I was being kicked down low. If I was sitting down I would feel a kick and it felt like the baby was kicking the chair I was sitting on. Again, none of this hurt, so I thought, Braxton hicks and very active babies. They started on Friday and finally by Sunday I called the hospital on call number to say I was having Braxton hicks OR contractions that were not painful. I let them know I was having twins. The on call doctor I spoke to told me that unless I'm having 4-6 an hour I should just keep my feet up and stay hydrated. So, that's what I did. When the evening came around and I was still having them, not always 4-6 an hour but still consistently and they were starting to become painful, I called the hospital back again. I spoke to a different doctor this time who said, 27 weeks with twins, we don't want to take any chances and said to come in right away.
Brian was at the band house at this point so he came home and his mom came to stay with Kiera. We left for the hospital as soon as Brian got home and Jayne got there to watch our girl. The worst thought I had in my head was that these might be contractions BUT if they were they would stop them. I never thought I would be giving birth within the hour. In fact, my brother-in-law, Chris, was on his way to my house from NC for work. I told him not to worry because I was sure I'd be back home before he even arrived. On the way to the hospital I had some very painful contractions but not many. We arrived at the hospital and they took us back within a few minutes. They hooked me up to be monitored and they came in to swab for preterm labor. As they are checking the nurse says she can see my water bag bulging so I must be at least 2-3 centimeters dilated. Then she does a "full" check and says, no, you are 10 centimeters. A doctor comes in at this point and they do a quick sonogram to check the position of the twins. They were both breech so there was no chance of me pushing and at this point they call for an emergency C-section. I have to try to remain calm because Jace was right there and they didn't want my water to break. We are rushed back and luckily I am able to stay awake during the procedure and Brian made it to my side on time. They quickly started the surgery and got Jace out with no complications. When it came time for Eliana to enter the world the doctor could not find her. He ended up having to cut my uterus all the way up to find and get her out. Because of this she was BADLY bruised. I did briefly see Jace before they rushed him to the NICU but was unable to see Eliana because she was not in good shape.
From this point my surgery was completed and I was rolled to recovery. Brian went up to the NICU to see the twins (which was all I wanted him to do). He didn't get to see Eliana much because they were busy working on her (stabilizing her) but did get to spend some time with Jace.
I did not get to go up to the NICU to see the twins until around 3:30 in the morning and this would be the first time I was able to see Eliana and to see Jace in more than just a passing. They were beautiful.
This began the NICU journey for the twins, our family, friends and us.
Jace Everett Gorman
Eliana Jade Gorman
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