The Twins have arrived!

So, the Cejka twins arrived this week. Yea, a little early, but man are they cute. And very healthy, especially for being born just before mom was 31 weeks pregnant. They both came out crying and are breathing on their own (this means strong lungs for all the screaming later, as both infants and teenage girls). Anyway, Jessica delivered these sweet little girls (Brylee Elizabeth and Brooklyn Marie) on Monday morning at 1am. Just in time for them to be 18 before their senior year of high school spring break. Miami Beach anyone? I went up to the hospital later that morning to make sure they didn’t need my doctor skills. I was met with quite a scene. Dusty’s mom was in town (love her!) and she and I solved the world’s problems for a few minutes while Jessica learned how to use all the hospital tools that come with being a new mommy. Once I got in to see Jessica, I though, Well, she looks pretty good and happy for having 2 babies ripped out of her less than 12 hours ago. Then she looked at me, looked to her left, and pushed a button. The machine attached to the button beeped, and Jessica gave the machine the Go To Hell Look. That’s right, the morphine machine wasn’t reacting fast enough for this woman. If she could have, I think she might have shot out of bed and strangled the machine. But then again, maybe not, since she then would have had no morphine. Anyway, she was looking pretty good, and pretty drugged up. And the liquid diet only wasn’t really flying with this hungry skinny girl. The food lady actually brought her a solid meal first, and then came back to replace it with tea, jello, soup broth and grape juice (who still drinks grape juice? The hospitals must be keeping these people in business). Man, that woman got out of there quickly. Probably a good call.

So, Dusty walked me down to the NICU so Aunt Debs could visit the two little trouble makers that had been kicking at me for the last 2 months during staff meetings (effectively cutting off any attention anyone else was about to get). After 2 minutes of scrubbing and nail cleaning (better than a manicure), I donned the yellow suit and made my way into the NICU. And less than 12 hours after they came out of their warm comfy spot right on their mom’s bladder, there were the little Cejka twins. At that point they had yet to be named. Baby A was hanging out on her stomach, all curled up. The nurse flipped her over and then changed her diaper. Just as the diaper was being changed, this little troublemaker pooped. Good luck, mom and dad, this is the beginning of her revenge for his sister’s constant head kicking while in the womb. Baby A is now being called Brylee, and B is Brooklyn. Good strong names for cute little girls. So, we checked out B, who was chillin’ over by the window, on her back, legs stretched out. She was so long! Brooklyn has her dad’s eyes and seems to like to move quite a bit. Those legs were all over the place! We hung out for a few minutes with each little one, and then made our way to back to mom, still waiting in her hospital bed, recovering from the c-section. By this point, Jess was a little tired/drugged, and since she hadn’t slept since before giving birth (when, coincidentally, she took an Ambien), we decided to let her sleep. I headed back to work (after picking up Gimp #1/Veronica who was threatening to driver herself to work by lifting her right leg between the gas and brake), and somehow made it through the rest of my day.


The rest of this week was kind of a whirlwind. I made it back to the hospital a couple more times, and the on Wednesday, woke up sick. Well, originally I was pretty sure it was allergies. Friday I made it back to work on allergy medicine, but really, all the means is I was too drowsy to be really sending emails, and ended up going home at lunch and crashing. Friday night Becky and Thomas came over, with Liam (ok, Liam has to come everywhere, since he is still living in Becky’s belly), and we hung out on the couch and ate chinese food/KFC, all while watching the latest crap TV and eventually trying to sound educated by figuring out exactly what was going on in Japan, and what exactly it means to have a “Nuclear meltdown.” My Physics degree proved useless in this matter. I have spent most of the weekend in bed, which I am TOTALLY ok with, and I feel human again, but kind of miss the nice drowsy NyQuil feeling right before bed. Maybe it’s time for a Benadryl after all...