
Ten years ago today my life changed forever. At 1:17pm on June 24, 1998 my daughter Amanda was born, two minutes later, at 1:19pm her fraternal twin Amber was born.
It wasn’t an easy pregnancy. I was young and newly married and didn’t really have much of a clue when it came to babies. Sure, I’d been around babies children a lot, but I was always the babysitter or cousin or next door neighbor, never the Mommy. Until then.
I’d gone in for a regular, routine check-up. I hadn’t been feeling well and after running a few tests, my doctor determined I had a kidney infection and it would be in the best interest of the babies for me to check-in to the hospital and have a cesarean section, immediately. I was told to go home, get my and the babies’ things and return to the hospital by 1:00pm.
I had never been so scared in my life.
After checking into the hospital, Iwas immediately prepped for the surgery and my mom, who accompanied me in the delivery room was scrubbed up and just as nervous and scared as I was.
I was given a spinal tap, which was scary. It hurt, but only for a second. Then I became completely numb from just below my breasts down. I was strapped onto a table/bed and both of my arms were straight out at my sides. They hung a blue paper sheet in front of me and positioned a large silver reflecting dome above me so that I could watch if I was so inclined. I wasn’t.
I could feel tugging and pulling sensations in my abdomen area and within a few minutes, the nurse was dangling my firstborn daughter in front of me before quickly whisking her away to make sure all was well with her. It was. She was perfect. Tiny, at only 5pounds and 9.5 ounces, but perfect nonetheless. I knew immediately upon seeing her that she was Amanda Nicole. The name fit her perfectly.
I had originally planned to name Baby A Amber Marie and Baby B Amanda Nicole, but after seeing them, the names just didn’t fit.
A few minutes after I was shown Amanda, another nurse was holding little Amber up for me to see. She was so tiny and precious, weighing in at 5 pounds and 3.5 ounces. She was paler than Amanda had been and I was worried something wasn’t right with her, but turns out, she is just a fair-skinned, light-haired, freckle-prone beauty.
After being cleaned up, weighed, and swaddled, they were finally mine to hold. I was so overwhelmed and was in tears at just the sight of them. They were beautiful and tiny and precious and they came from me. And y’know, my husband, who had been pacing the floors the whole time, hoping everything was okay. Which it was. It was more than okay. Holding those babies in my arms somehow made everything feel so right. So worth it.
Every morning I’d spent curled up in bed, afraid to move in fear of another nausea attack. Every craving for popcorn and cherry kool-aid that I would devour just to have it come back up minutes later. Every charlie horse, every cramp, every nasty prenatal vitamin that made me sick, it was all worth it. And I’d do it all over again.
It’s been 10 years and a lot of sleepless nights, dirty diapers, potty-training accidents, kissed boo-boos, bedtime stories, pushes in the swing, bad dreams, school days, temper tantrums, and hugs & kisses and I love them more each day. Because not only did I get twice the dirty diapers and temper tantrums, but I got twice the kisses, twice the hugs, and twice the love.
Happy Birthday Girls!
I love you and miss you!
The twins are staying at my mom’s in Missouri for part of the summer. They’ve been gone for 11 days and I miss ‘em like crazy!!