So, they wheeled me into the operating room, and right away I knew something was up with my epidural (which BTW hurt like a bitch going in). This was not the last epidural trouble I would have. I kept being able to feel the doctors pinching my stomach even though the sheet was up. They kept upping the medicine, and I kept feeling it, so they finally gave me laughing gas. It put me completely out until right when the babies were pulled out.
Then came Nelle Harper, who was asleep when they pulled her out, at 5:01. She was 5 lbs. 2 oz.
We actually had their names switched when they were born, but Baby B (originally Fern) was seeming really passive, and Baby A (originally Nelle) was already a pistol, and we thought switching their names fit their personalities better.
So, we were in baby bliss until late that afternoon when I started bleeding . . .
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