So we arrived at the hospital around 10:30 pm and Dr. Ottman wanted to delay their delivery until December 20th to better their lung development. This is only the babies' 35th week and our goal was at least 37 weeks. They put Sandy and the babies on various monitors and gave her strong drugs to stop the contractions. At midnight they gave her steroids to accelerate the boy's lung development. At 1 am they gave her stronger meds to stop the contractions. The boys kept moving and the monitors had to be readjusted by the nurses constantly. By 3 am the goal was to make it 48 hours for the steroids to take full effect. At 5 am they were giving Sandy mega-doses of anti-contraction drugs and morphine for the pain. Things looked to be stabilizing by morning and Dr. Ottman told us that it looked like delivery wouldn't be for a few days. After staying up all night, I called my parents at 7 am and asked my dad to stay with Sandy so I could go home and catch a few hours of much needed sleep.
He arrived at 8 am and after eating a bowl of cereal I was just settling in for much-needed sleep when my phone rang at 9:30 am. Dad said "as soon as you can get here, you'll be a father". Apparently, Sandy's contractions had returned with avengence and the doctor decided that these boys were not going to denied an early birthday.
Any fireman would have been proud of the speed at which I engaged from a dead sleep to dressed, across town and reporting for daddy duty at the hospital. I then redressed and reported to surgery at 10 am.
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