Live From Mt. Sinai- The BABIES ARE HERE!

I woke up from a mini nap yesterday and was in pain. I noticed that the pain came and went and was kind of intense. I am a little slow so it took several before it occurred to me that it was labor. Timed a few.8 minutes apart. The all of a sudden 2 minutes apart. Called F at the office 4:37. Told him to come home. My parents were over, anxious for me to call Dr, C but it did not seem urgent. She said come to the hospital. Given that I spent HOURS pre delivery the first few times writhing around in pain in a labor room I did not want to rush it. Got to the hospital at about 5:45pm. 8cm. Painful contractions but not too many and I knew they would get worse so I just tried to breathe and ignore the bickering between several nurses and my Dr. Why couldn't she tell them to shut up and that she was in charge and I was in labor? A few minutes later. 9cm. Off to the OR, they were scrambling. Lots of people. 6:42 my son was born!!!! I still cannot believe it. So fucking fast. And it went so fast that it never got as painful as I feared. When I first got to the hospital I kept thinking about having to go to the bathroom and they wanted urine samples. But I could not do anything. I realize now (again, I am a little slow) that it was because I had "the urge to push" not a bathroom need. Pushing hurt but out he popped. 7lbs 1ozs, 19.75 inches long. What a relief I thought. Then I remembered that I had to do another. But there were several minutes of no contractions. Sonogram to check Baby B's position (the sotry of my life!). Baby was feet first. Flipped over right after A got out. Trickster. Had this happened 10 minutes earlier Dr. C would NOT have let me deliver. Doctors talking. Turn it. Pull it out. Dr. C stuck her hand in me just as I got the most hideous and violent leg cramp (not F's side unfortunately because he knows how to stretch it). I asked her to stop and she freaked out on me. Something about "I told you this would hurt. We have to get the baby out with an epidural or a C- section NOW. You need to work with me." Her worst fears were materializing but I was not trying to be difficult. I just could not deal with pain in so many places. I was sort of rude back to her and told her that I WOULD collaborate but that my leg was killing me. Dr. C went in and with another doctor (very confident twin expert) they pulled out Baby B, a girl!! out.They were trying tio turn her but when my water broke it was too late and feet first she came.
Babies crying. More later...
I am one lucky mamma. Maybe I should change the name of the blog?