How quickly a year passes.
What I remember of a year ago is so limited, but I will tell you this. I have a very vivid memory of when I was told it was time to bring the boys into the world.
Intellectually I knew it was coming, of course. I was just getting used to this pregnancy thing. That was enough trouble and I was in denial. I couldn’t imagine what birthing two babies could entail, let alone parenting! Denial was keeping me sane and I was not looking forward to letting it go.
So my doctor said ‘go home, pack a bag and we’ll see you at the hospital tomorrow morning’. I said ‘sure thing’ and walked out of the office in a daze.
I wandered to a coffee shop, ordered a latte and a slice of lemon loaf. I wedged my swollen belly under the table and squiggled my ever growing behind into a café seat. I sat there and quietly panicked about the whole thing.
I quietly panicked as long as it takes to sip a latte and eat a piece of lemon loaf. Then I called home, drove back up the mountain and the rest is a mashup of driving in snow, hospitals, pain and ironically a matinee…
Yes! In the middle of being induced the next day, we watched the movie ‘Little Fockers’ which is totally forgettable but what isn’t forgettable for me is a scene in that movie where Robert DeNiro questions his son in law Ben Stiller’s continued attraction to the mother of his grandchildren ‘even after the hellish ordeal of birthing twins’!
Yikes! Not what you want to hear when you are moments from such an ordeal…It was good for a nervous laugh. Now we were both quietly panicking…likely about very different things!!
More on the story of how my babes came into the world another day. For now, here is a photo of the famous Christmas hats. The boys were only a few days old.