Tuesday, March 11, 2014

Twins: Double the love – half the sleep!

There are two things in life for which
we are never truly prepared...

p twins!! 

 The first year is a blur. 
Take photos. 

December 21, 2006 --- 29 weeks, 5 days
Apparently, they felt the world needed a little extra for Christmas that year! 

9:35 AM
3 lbs.
16 inches long

9:36 AM
2 lbs. 14 ozs.
14. 5 inches long

I don't have many memories from the first few years after the girls were born, but I am glad I took photos. At least they will have something because if they want stories--I've got nothing. 2007-2009 is a blur. It is suddenly seven years later, and I am just now getting around to these pictures. Many I saw for the first time tonight. It was so fun to see them. I had forgotten so much. The girls loved their pictures. I am so glad I found them. 

Those first few years, I barely survived. 

I dare say months, or perhaps even years, but guess what? I did. And from the pictures, I think I may have even smiled along the way.  I didn't find one flattering picture of myself in two years.  But, it was a few years that weren't about me and the pictures tell a story.  My children will know those days were exhausting.  The pictures do not lie! I either had macaroni in my hair, breast milk on my shirt, or swollen eyes from lack of sleep or tears.

I cried because I couldn't do it one more minute, not one more minute. But, I always did. Because we always do.

I cried countless tears of frustration and more born of exhaustion.  I never had the energy to fight them.  They came without warning.  They never asked permission.

The most bitter tears were those of guilt.  They are endless and they are remarkably heavy.  As a mother, it is those tears betray you.  You can rarely hide them.  They give you away.  They are not a respecter of persons.  Age, ethnicity, class, and religion,mean nothing to them. They fear no one.  It is these tears that crush you.  They rob you.  They are a gift that never stops giving.  They will cripple you, if you let them.  You cannot escape them for they will always catch up to you.  There was so much guilt.  The guilt that my boys never got the time they deserved, they never had all of me.  My world had just been turned upside down.  I was literally focused on  keeping these girls alive. And then the guilt that their premature births was my fault.  I had done something wrong.  My body could not carry them.  They were being put through every hideous test, machine, and practice because of me.  I would never be the mother they needed, I couldn't even carry them inside me.  Was that not the most basic of tasks?  Oh, and the ever paramount guilt of abandonment and refusal to let myself love them.  The fear of losing them was so paralyzing, I tried not to love them.  I refused to allow myself that luxury.  I could not bear to have them taken from me.  And despite my efforts to forgive myself for those things I thought if only ought of desperation, I cannot. I cannot deny wanting to wake up and have somebody tell me it never happened.  I remembered life before them and longed for the ease and comfort and relief it offered.  I would never be the same.  Neither option was inviting.  If they didn't come home, my heart would have left with them.  And if they came home, I would be consumed by their constant care, leaving nothing for my two other children I loved more than life.  It was the first time in my life, that I wasn't sure which would be the lesser of two evils. And I hated myself for it.  I could not watch their bodies fight the battle they fought.  I couldn't fight it for them and I was so angry.  The grief was paralyzing. I remember thinking I would eventually forgive them if they stopped fighting.  It would be selfish of me to ask anymore from them than I already had.  There was no winning.  That is the guilt that never leaves.  It unpacks and makes itself right at home.  You never get over that guilt.  Those tears I still cry.  They are the tears that never dry.  Always there, just below the surface.

I cried tears of absolute joy and overwhelming gratitude because there were moments when I found myself in awe that those four children were mine.  I could not figure out what I had done to ever deserve such goodness.  I was afraid I was too happy and that it was going to be taken away for surely I did not deserve so much goodness. I still have those days.  I am not sure what I did,  but I know this...whatever it was--it was something good! 

Let it never be said from my girls that they ever wore the same outfit, or hair bow their first year of life. They will say many things about me, but never let them say they were not dressed to the nines as babies.  Going through these pictures, I am almost embarrassed. I don't remember getting them dolled up, or shopping for them. But, from the looks of it--somebody did, because they are ridiculously overdressed.  In my defense, I received so many gifts. I have amazing friends and family and they like to shop. Girl clothes are more fun to buy than boy clothes, and when you have two babies in public, and they look this cute, you are granted celebrity status. I miss it. Nobody stops me anymore.  I don't hear people whisper when I walk by about how cute they are.  It was fun. I loved every minute.  

Warning: Yes, I like big bows. Huge! Colossal! I like them fancy, and the gaudier, the better. You've been warned.  Carry on. They also had their ears pierced before they came home from the hospital in February. Guilty! And yes, I had jewelry made. I was excited. It was a big deal! They had a rough beginning. They were spoiled. Sue me. 




  1. A beautiful story of a beautiful daughter who has done such a great job in pursuit of motherhood with these special little granddaughters and her two sons. Pops couldn't be prouder of them all. One also feels the love of a Heavenly Father who looks down upon His children with an out stretched hand wanting to help and bless as we walk through this journey called mortality.

  2. I was searching for my GF's blog and came across your interesting one. Loved the look back when your twins were born early. Love how you got their ears pierced before they left the hospital. How adorbs were they with little earrings? Don't think your girls will sue you for being such a smart mommy doing it when they were newborns.

    Am having g/g twins soon and really want their ears pierced soon after birth. I've dreamed of the nurses bringing my girls to me and they already had earrings! Can't convince my ped to pierce them earlier than 3 months. Would be very interested how you were able to accomplish it and any ideas or ways to persuade her to be sure my girls come from the hospital with earrings too!



    1. Ask your pediatrician about it. I just stopped at the mall on the way home. Ha. After what my girls had been through, they didn't even flinch. They didn't so much as bat an eye. Your pediatrician doesn't need to do the ears. If she won't, I would call a few places and find somebody who will. Most places have no problem with it. They will do babies anywhere. I think even Walmart will do it. I just stopped at a store in the mall. It was fast and easy. I love it. They love it. It was so much nicer to do when they were little than have to worry about it later on. I have never regretted it. They love it.

      I am so jealous. It is the best thing you will ever experience, and a gift so few mothers receive. Twin girls. It just does not get any better. It is rough, I am not going to lie. It is hard and some days are worse. But, there are so many more good days than bad. I would love to do it again. Truly, an absolute dream. I wish every mother could experience the joy of twins. The little things. How they respond to each other, how they look for each other always. Priceless. You are going to love it. You will have to let me know how it goes. I love hearing about other twin girl moms. Beautiful. Treasure it.


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