The day they were born
My legs are crawling and I can't sleep. Now I have the hiccups. It's just not my night.
I had a really good day today. Nothing spectacular, just very productive. I enjoyed posting photos of the twins as babies and looking through all those picture. I was thinking how wonderful it is that God gave us pictures. I must say the most important thing in my home, other than my family and pets, would be my pictures. They aren't all that fancy or even well taken, but they display memories of days gone by, that are precious.
When the doctor told Bruce and I that we were having twins, it was very cool, until I looked over at my husband and his face was a white as a sheet. Two babies. A single pregnancy is already such a miracle, but two. I remember going to Blue Bonnet Palace to watch Jay Eric and my friend Selena told me she thought I was having twins, even before I knew. By the 4th month I got tired just standing in the kitchen making myself a sandwich. My stomach was stretched beyond anything I could have ever imagined. My very small ribcage was pushed out one inch on one side, due to Justin's head. I would sit at the table to eat dinner and bumped his head on the table. I remember being able to feel the entire shape of the top of his head because it was right below my ribs and the skin on my stomach was so thin. When I went to the hospital and told the Doctor where each of the two babies was positioned in my tummy, he said "how would you know that" in a sarcastic voice. He asked for an xray, looked at it, laughed and said I was exactly right.
I remember a friend of ours was due around the same time as me. I felt bad that I was having the twins early and she still hadn't had her son. I remember telling Bruce that I wish she could have her little guy also. Not 30 minutes later, she walked down that hall in labor and her son Jordan Collins was born on the same day.
I had an epidural because the doctor told me he needed me to be totally numb in case he had to do some work to get the twins out. After the epidural they forgot to check my progress. I told the doctor he should probably check me because I'm pretty quick with labor, having had my oldest after only about 4 or 5 hours. The doctor checked me, got a strange look on his face and told me if I sneeze, that baby is out. I think I had Taylor after the first two pushes. Justin was a bit more difficult. It took an hour for me to push him into position and then his foot came out. Then his arm came out. He wanted to come out sideways. Sounds just like Justin. When the doctor finally pulled him out, he wasn't breathing. His little arms and legs fell limp and I was terrified. After what seemed like forever, I finally heard him cry. They had to stay in the nursery for quite a while due to their glucose level. I loved the days my children were born. They weren't easy, but they were spectacular. I think the most wonderful and yet hardest thing in the world is to be a parent. There is no parent who has it all down, no matter how much they think they do. They don't come with instruction manuals. They can't tell you what they want. I spent many days with two babies crying no matter what I did. I would walk the front yard crying because it was so hard. Bruce was working approx 70 hours a week and I was on my own. But I tell ya what....I wouldn't trade it for the world. God blessed me with 4 truly awesome young men. I am so proud of them. The twins will be graduating this month. I still can't believe it. I will have three of my 4 kids out of high school.
God is good.
I had a really good day today. Nothing spectacular, just very productive. I enjoyed posting photos of the twins as babies and looking through all those picture. I was thinking how wonderful it is that God gave us pictures. I must say the most important thing in my home, other than my family and pets, would be my pictures. They aren't all that fancy or even well taken, but they display memories of days gone by, that are precious.
When the doctor told Bruce and I that we were having twins, it was very cool, until I looked over at my husband and his face was a white as a sheet. Two babies. A single pregnancy is already such a miracle, but two. I remember going to Blue Bonnet Palace to watch Jay Eric and my friend Selena told me she thought I was having twins, even before I knew. By the 4th month I got tired just standing in the kitchen making myself a sandwich. My stomach was stretched beyond anything I could have ever imagined. My very small ribcage was pushed out one inch on one side, due to Justin's head. I would sit at the table to eat dinner and bumped his head on the table. I remember being able to feel the entire shape of the top of his head because it was right below my ribs and the skin on my stomach was so thin. When I went to the hospital and told the Doctor where each of the two babies was positioned in my tummy, he said "how would you know that" in a sarcastic voice. He asked for an xray, looked at it, laughed and said I was exactly right.
I remember a friend of ours was due around the same time as me. I felt bad that I was having the twins early and she still hadn't had her son. I remember telling Bruce that I wish she could have her little guy also. Not 30 minutes later, she walked down that hall in labor and her son Jordan Collins was born on the same day.
I had an epidural because the doctor told me he needed me to be totally numb in case he had to do some work to get the twins out. After the epidural they forgot to check my progress. I told the doctor he should probably check me because I'm pretty quick with labor, having had my oldest after only about 4 or 5 hours. The doctor checked me, got a strange look on his face and told me if I sneeze, that baby is out. I think I had Taylor after the first two pushes. Justin was a bit more difficult. It took an hour for me to push him into position and then his foot came out. Then his arm came out. He wanted to come out sideways. Sounds just like Justin. When the doctor finally pulled him out, he wasn't breathing. His little arms and legs fell limp and I was terrified. After what seemed like forever, I finally heard him cry. They had to stay in the nursery for quite a while due to their glucose level. I loved the days my children were born. They weren't easy, but they were spectacular. I think the most wonderful and yet hardest thing in the world is to be a parent. There is no parent who has it all down, no matter how much they think they do. They don't come with instruction manuals. They can't tell you what they want. I spent many days with two babies crying no matter what I did. I would walk the front yard crying because it was so hard. Bruce was working approx 70 hours a week and I was on my own. But I tell ya what....I wouldn't trade it for the world. God blessed me with 4 truly awesome young men. I am so proud of them. The twins will be graduating this month. I still can't believe it. I will have three of my 4 kids out of high school.
God is good.
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