thoughts on my twins first birthday

One year ago today, my husband and I were rushing to the hospital.

My contractions had been coming closer and closer together for the past twelve hours, but they were almost painless. I hadn’t paid close attention to them, until I suddenly became extremely cold and started shivering all over. We rushed to the hospital, thinking it was a false alarm but wanting to make sure everything was okay.

Within six hours, I had delivered my two tiny 33 weeker babies by natural birth. We were shocked, surprised, overjoyed, a little terrified. Our June babies, born in April. Our tiny miracles.

Then, they were so small I could barely see them under their medical gear. I could only gently lay my hands on them, I couldn’t stroke them for fear of hurting their fragile skin. Oh so tiny. Oh so precious. Now, they fill my whole world. Not nearly so tiny. But still so precious.

Tomorrow will be their first birthday. April 23. Finnley Tobias, my baby A, at 2:48 am, 3 pounds 9 ounces. My IUGR babe. My baby b, Elias Sebastian, at 2:58 am, 4 pounds 5 ounces.

I can’t wait to celebrate my little loves. But I’m also taking a little time and mental space to celebrate myself and my husband. The amazing thing that we did last year, when I gave birth to our babies and he held my hand and helped me through it. I couldn’t have done it without him.

It’s been a beautiful year. We’re pretty tired, these days. But so thankful for our family and these sweet souls we’ve been given the care of.

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