The babies are 8 weeks now. The pregnancy flew by relatively fast until I hit week 34. I knew it would be hard so I totally psyched myself up for it and thought I could deal. 34 weeks? I would sit in my recliner chair and cry. Everything hurt. Carrying one baby is hard. Carrying two is nothing I could ever imagine nor explain. But here is the kicker, once you become pregnant with more than one…you realize you aren’t the only one who has gone through this. No, there is actually WAY more people that are/were pregnant with twins than I would have ever guessed. Yes, I knew the twin rate was growing because of IVF and medicines that make you drop more than one egg. But overall I thought it was pretty rare. A whole twin community online and in real life showed itself once I announced I was having twins. The support that all these ladies offered was amazing. Even a stranger who happened to be a twin mom confidently told me in Costco that it’s rough at times, but worth every bit of lost sleep and tears.
Back to the tears that flowed at 34 weeks- (full circle there? eh? Am I spider-webbing? Do you know what that is? haha) Every day, literally, I would beg my friends to tell me it was going to end soon. Like sooner than soon. The support I received helped, but I also was told a lot that we thought I would only make it to 36 weeks. Ok. Two more weeks. I can do this. This was my mantra. I had come so far with so little trouble, I could certainly go two more weeks. Every appointment showed that I wasn’t dilating or effacing. Like at all. zero and zero. Seriously? I had at least 10 lbs of baby in me at this point and there was no progress. That held all the way until I delivered at 38 weeks and 2 days via c-section. Not the way I dreamt of birthing these babies…but that’s another story that I will tell later.
Babies came and the first two weeks were literally a blur. We spent 5 days in the hospital with no NICU time and the boys looked great besides some jaundice and weight loss. When we got home, the days were long and the nights even longer. Trying to get into a routine with 4 kids. 4 kids under the age of 5. If I could do this, I could do anything, right?
I can’t believe I’ve made it to 8 weeks (already) with a good amount of my hair still on my head. I imagine it may be turning grey rather quickly. I’m still trying to find my feet in all this change and every day is never the same as the day before and same goes for the nights. But I do have to say I think I’ve taken all the challenges that come with being a mom of multiples and a mom of four and really ran with it.