As a child reaches their first birthday, it’s a really emotional time for new parents. It’s the realization of the shocking truth that somehow one whole year has already passed by, it’s the sadness in knowing the newborn baby stage is over, it’s the excitement of watching your child navigate this world, its the joy in watching each milestone. It’s the adventure of the unknown.
Today is my actual due date; January 6, 2018; and instead of anticipating the twin’s arrival, tomorrow they will be one month old!
What a WHIRLWIND this past month has been. It feels like it flew by, yet I remember each night, feeling like that feeding would NEVER end. Nights and days all mesh into one, but maybe that’s only because you don’t get an actual night’s sleep to differentiate the two
I sit here at home, like every other Saturday morning, except it’s not like every other Saturday morning. I have two adorable wee men swaddled up beside me making little grunting noises. I’ve just fed and changed them but it’s a race against time before they wake up for their next feeding.
There’s a million things I should be doing right now, but I really wanted to make a post about my birth story. It may have been long, not the way I imagined, or something I would even think I’d want to remember, but, it’s my story. And, it’s something I want to share and recall.
So, let the race against time begin.
I remember people asking me if I was nervous to open the box. I just remember feeling really anxious… until it actually became time to open it! When we started walking towards the box and our family and friends gathered to watch - my heart started to race. It was actually more of an emotional event than I thought. As I took the lid off I started to cry.