Twins on average come at 36 weeks. My doctor said he wouldn't stop my labor once I reached 34 weeks so that was our first goal. Once I hit 34 weeks the excitement of meeting my boys became intense. Every day me and Gavin would wonder how soon we would meet them. My mom came in from North Dakota just before I was 34 weeks so she wouldn't miss their birth. A couple nights after she got here I was having contractions every four minutes and we stayed up timing them. We almost went in to Labor and Delivery but I decided to get some sleep and if I was really in labor I figured I would know. Nothing came of them but from then on I had Braxton Hicks all the time. They weren't very painful but got me excited and thinking I would have the babies any day. That last stretch was the longest! I really wanted to have them on my dad and Grandma Giles birthday, Sept 29th but I honestly did not think I would make it that far. My doctors thought I would go into labor on my own sometime before then as well. It became exhausting thinking everyday "today is the day." I loved being pregnant though and if it wasn't for the excitement of meeting my boys I wouldn't have minded too much. I had an appointment on the 29th and thought for sure they would induce me that day. I was so excited for my appointment. The doctor checked me and I was dialated to a 3 and 75% effaced. Which the week before I was a 2.5 and 75% effaced. The doctor said so anytime after Wednesday, when do you want to be induced? (this was a monday). Gavin knew how badly I wanted to be done and meet these guys. He asked if there was any way we could do it that day and he said no. So I chose Wednesday. After he stepped out I totally cried! haha I really wanted to just finally meet these boys. I still had hope that I would go into labor on my own. Silly me. Leading up to this point I tried to get the labor going on my own. I walked and walked and walked. Every night with my mom, Cienna, and Gavin. I bounced on a ball. We did pressure points and oils. Nothing worked. So the doctor told me they would call me sometime after 5pm on Wednesday. So Tuesday I just hung out with my mom and Grandma and didn't get anything ready because I knew I would need something to keep me busy Wednesday. I didn't get the hospital bag ready(it had been packed since 34 weeks but I had pulled stuff out of it and still needed to add last minute items). I actually got some sleep Tuesday night which was nice. Then the way I woke up was awesome.
Gavin had just gotten out of the shower and comes over and shakes me, "Gina guess what?" I could tell by his voice that this was it, but I was confused since it was 9 am. It seemed like it took forever for him to spit it out. I started hitting his shoulder saying, "What?! What?!" I was still trying to wake up and make sense of everything. Then he said, "I missed a call from the hospital, they are ready for us!!!" He was sooooo excited. Me, "Oh my gosh, oh my gosh oh my gosh!!" I jumped out of bed so fast. I was immediately wide awake and EXCITED!!! I was like frantically running around not really knowing what to do. I called the hospital back and asked for an hour so I could shower and get ready. We were to be there at 10. I ran in to our guest bedroom and told my mom it was time! She was just waking up too so it took a second for it to kick in. She was up so fast too! We got ready fast and loaded everything into the car.
