The FIRST miracle is life. Babies are a precious gift of life - they are all miracles, whether they are born full term, a week late, seventeen weeks early, twenty hours of hard labor, C-section, in a hospital, at home, in a car, planned, unplanned, one by one, two by two...or more.....wherever, whenever, babies are miracles. Created by the Creator - the giver of life!
So, our boys (like the rest of us) started out as miracles.
Back up......Luke and I had been married TEN years (yes we got married as babies) and then...then I turned 29. Those ten years included two deployments to Iraq, Luke going through college, me going through college, two years of Luke living in SC while I stayed home to finish school, and a couple of jobs for each of us during that time. After all that, and with years of prayer that we would have children one day, it finally felt like the "right" time to start a family - Lord willing!
December 8th, 2012, I found out I was pregnant (yay!). We were so excited to share the news with our families, but with it being this{ } close to Christmas, we decided to hold off a couple of weeks and surprise them at Christmas! Perfect.
So we bought appropriate gifts for the grandparents proclaiming "Grandmother", "Grandpa", and so on and so forth, for them to all open on Christmas day for them to unveil that they were finally going to have a grandchild. After 10 years, they had probably lost all hope.
Christmas came, they were all totally surprised, we recorded them on video, and it was GREAT! My first doctor appointment was the following day but we guessed I was probably about six weeks along.
Luke wasn't able to join me for the first appointment because he works third shift and sleeps during the day and the only appointment time they had available was smack in the middle of the afternoon, so it just didn't work out, and I took along my mom. I've had a lot of friends have a lot of babies. I've looked at their ultrasounds for years, and so for the most part, I knew what to expect the ultrasound to look like. And then it popped up on the screen - whoa. There it is - this picture that I have seen from every single one of my pregnant friends ultrasounds and now that little thing is in MY belly! Just whoa. And hold on. This looks different. I sat up slightly and looked at the screen and turned to the doctor and asked...."are there two?!" To which she replied, "ah man, that's the fun part - getting to tell you that there is TWINS, but you already saw it!" Oh my. Twins. I mean, what girl hasn't imagined having twins at some point in her life - but there are TWO of them, in MY belly? Right now? But I feel the same. I can hardly wrap my head around there being one in there, and there are two? "We need a bigger house."
I measured 5 weeks and 6 days and she immediately went into the fact that some pregnancies start out as twin pregnancies and end up as only one because of vanishing twin syndrome and so on, sciency stuff. Well, I just had to pray that wasn't going to happen because she just told me I have two babies to love, and I want them both.
Then I got to come home and tell my husband who was already iffy on whether we'd be okay with one baby that we were indeed having two. They were in different sacs *thank God*, so that meant most likely they were fraternal, which would technically be my "fault" - so I joked and said I was making up for lost time! He handled the news well ;)
Faternal twins are the least complicated as far as pregnancies go, but automatically since it was a twin pregnancy, it was considered high risk and I was to be followed by the maternal fetal medicine doctors as well as my regular ob, just to be on the safe side. That meant lots of appointments, and lots of ultrasounds - and hey, I wasn't complaining about that!
Baby time!!
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