Today, March 11th, the twins are four years old and I can not even begin to process such a life changing event. Yesterday they asked me to tell them about "the day they came out of my belly" and I was immediately overcome with emotion. How do you explain one of the absolute best days of your life? How do you tell your children that they made the world a better place on the day they came "out of my belly"? The boys were born on a Friday. The weather was exactly like today, there was still some snow on the ground but the temperature was warming and you could tell spring was close. I had a 9:30am doctors apt. I woke up around 8:45 am, literally rolled out of bed (if you need a mental picture I looked very similar to Violet from Willy Wonka after she ate the gum). I digress, so I rolled out of bed, threw on a Phillies sweatshirt and went to the apt. With Identical twins I was high risk so I was being given ultrasounds every other day. I show up say hello to all the regular nurses and technicians, I basically break the table as I try to climb up on it..."probably shouldn't have been eating peanut butter and jelly waffle sandwiches at 3:30am for the past 7 months" I remember telling the nurse or forklift operator as I would like to refer to her as... She does the ultra sound and then she says, "did you really eat a sandwich at 3:30?" Laughing, I told her "no, but I did have a yogurt around 9pm when I sat down to watch Greys Anatomy." She calls the doctor in and they precede to ask me to walk across the street to the hospital. "I think you should go have your babies now. You haven't eaten in 12 hours so you will be fine to have a C-section." I am a little in shock because they boys weren't due until 3/25. I told the doctor, "No, you see I haven't had my toes done yet and I didn't shave my legs." His response was, "well thats okay, you need to go. Baby B isn't moving and he needs to come out." Panic is all over his face. Confusion is on mine. Deciding that a doctors opinion was probably better than my own about a quick run to the nail salon was an obvious one. I called Michael at work and said that Doc wasn't moving. They told me to go over to the hospital and have the boys. I told him, "I'm sure he is just relaxing and they probably won't take them out"; "I bet this is all hype." Michael deciding to leave work as soon as I said "So.." was probably one of the best decisions he ever made. He arrived at the hospital just as they were rolling me out. The doctors had informed me that I was preeclampsic and needed to deliver.
To keep this post light I am going to spare you all the scary details. The main point is I am alive today to see my boys and they are brilliantly healthy individuals.
When they lifted Buddy out he peed all over the doctors! A strong steady stream! He was 6.9lbs
When they pulled Doc out it was a little more difficult because we was stuck tight. They yanked and pulled, but he came out all 6.3 lbs of him.
Everyday they make me laugh, smile, yell, and take a deep sigh that I have the most amazing boys. It is hard some days but not all day.
Boys, you have taught me how to be a mother and for that I am ever grateful. I love you more than life... Daddy and I made you from scratch.
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