Sebo Family

Sunday, December 10, 2017 The hardest days of my life were all experienced in that 114 day hospital stay. But this day is easily in the top three hardest days. Not being able to see my babies was devastating. Blake had taken pictures, but it wasn't the same. When you find out you're pregnant, you begin to pray and hope and dream. You make plans for the delivery and the nursery and, if you're like me, you research approximately one million things. My original plan had been to have a natural childbirth. I was all about having a home birth, but Blake vetoed that idea. We compromised and decided to go to a birth center. We found out we were pregnant early June and had our first appointment with the birthing center on August 3rd. When we went back, our nurse midwife told us that it might be possible that we wouldn't hear the heartbeat, but she immediately found the heartbeat. She was actually putting the monitor away and Blake asked, "But what if it's twins?&quo

Brain fog is real. People talk about pregnancy brain and I kind of assumed that would go away once the babies were born. I don't think it's better yet. I managed to write about Friday, December 8th events under yesterday's post that should have been about Thursday, December 7th. Here's the thing about Thursday - it really, really was more of the same. As in, basically a repeat of Wednesday. What I posted yesterday was all stuff that happened Friday. So, if you would like a recap of Friday's events, check out yesterday's post. I'm going to go ahead and write about the events that happened on Saturday, December 9th, which was the day Elias and Evelyn were born. Thursday overnight into Friday morning was when things started getting, let's say, interesting. Friday overnight into Saturday? Things got rough. By Saturday morning I had gained another 12 pounds and could barely bend my legs to get out of the hospital bed to go to the bathroom. Thankfully I

From Thursday to Friday, I gained 13 pounds and that was not a good sign. I didn't know it then, but apparently every time Dr. Mason made rounds, the NICU team upstairs was ready to get the call that we were delivering. They were all very careful not to worry us, but we knew that this was getting real. Blake and I were able to tour the NICU on Blake's lunch break on Friday. It was both reassuring and terrifying to see where our babies would be spending the first days of their lives. We saw the station where we would scrub in ,we saw the core where the smallest babies were, and the outer hallway where more stable babies had rooms. We saw the twin room and the triplet room. Those rooms were, as they sound, designed for twins and triplets. They were larger to accommodate more than one isolette and all the related equipment and allowed parents of multiples to be able to be with both (or all three of their) babies at the same time. This was a more of the same day - continued hig

First, a disclaimer: there are so many things about the day leading up to Eli and Evie's arrival that are just blurs. So if I forget about a visit or I say you were here on the wrong day, I sincerely apologize. My focus became entirely on keeping those sweet babies inside me for as long as possible. After spending that first night in the hospital, there were some things that stuck out. First, and kind of from the night before, I had asked my night nurse if they had some kind of receptacle that I could throw up in after breakfast. I was hooked up to so many machines that moving to the bathroom quickly wasn't going to happen. Up until this point in my pregnancy, no matter what I ate or didn't eat, I would throw up after what I began calling my first breakfast (calling all hobbits). After that, I could normally keep food down the rest of the day if I remembered to have protein every couple of hours. That was a vast improvement over the first trimester where I would throw up

As we get closer to Elias and Evelyn's 2nd birthday, I can't help but think back to this time two years ago. So, I decided to write a few posts where I talk about what led up to their premature birth. More therapy for me than anything else. But I also didn't realize how many people still don't really know our story. I had a friend at school tell me that they had no idea when I brought up a couple of things that had happened while in the hospital. That time was so raw - and often still is - but it deserves to be told. 2017 My doctor told me I was going to be put on medical bed rest starting the week after Thanksgiving 2017, when I would be 27 weeks pregnant. He mentioned this fairly early in my pregnancy and I admit that I inwardly scoffed. At that point, I was planning to teach right up until I gave birth. That was the plan. However, I never got the second trimester boost of energy that I had heard so much about. I was still throwing up every day and I just hurt at t