After looking into my baby boy’s eyes for the first time in the delivery room, I was overcome with the realization that I had never before had the ability to love someone so deeply. Of course, that is not to suggest that I don’t love my husband with all of my heart, because I do; but the love that develops for a child you’ve grown and delivered, and vow to protect for the rest of your life is something totally different. It’s a love that runs so deep that it instantly consumes you. After taking our son home to begin our life as three, my initial thoughts were excitement and contentment. I loved our new little family so much just the way it was, that I never felt the need to change it. But like they say about so many things in life, once you have one, it’s not long before you start wanting another; so when my little boy turned three, my husband and I made a decision to grow our family by one more.
After a little effort, the stick finally read positive, so we made our journey to the doctor’s office, to confirm the good news. As expected, I am now carrying another precious life, and everyone, even my caring little son, is waiting anxiously.
On April 19th my husband and I went to another scheduled OB appointment to see the growing peanut inside of me, and along with a good view, we got another surprise. Looking from me to the digital display, the technician said excitedly, “here is Baby A and right here is Baby B.”
What!?! You’re telling me I’m having twins?!? I could hardly believe it, but right there on the screen in front of me was all the proof I needed. I didn’t have one life growing inside of me, but two!
The minutes following the announcement were slightly blurry to me, as I was still processing the news. Once the ultrasound was over, we were led to the office’s private waiting room, where I immediately sat down and cried. A lot. I felt so overwhelmed with the idea of caring for two infants and a toddler at the same time, but my husband remained calm and assured me that everything would work out fine. His calmness comforted me. I was then left with shock, which lasted the rest of the day, putting me in a sort of dreamlike trance for hours. I had to continually look at the ultrasound pictures just to make sure I wasn’t actually dreaming!
Now that I’ve had more time to digest the news, the shock has subsided, and excitement has taken its place. Having multiples is such a special and uncommon experience, that I feel so blessed to have this opportunity. Not only are my husband and I beyond excited to imagine a future raising our three beautiful children together, but my son is too. He’s already showing his ability to be a protective and loving older brother, as he makes it a point to kiss my belly everyday. October can’t come soon enough.