I’ve never shown you all this picture, but this was how I looked 364 days ago, exactly 24 hours before I had the twins:
It literally makes me hurt to look at this picture. I felt awful all over, and every step was painful. After this picture was taken, I felt progressively worse all day, and came home and went straight to bed after my doctor’s appointment. I didn’t know it, but my body was in trouble. When my blood work came back the next day, they discovered that I had Hellp Syndrome and immediately took the babies. (You can Google it if you want to read about it. My husband did while I was in surgery, and it scared him to death.) I’m so thankful that they were able to get the babies here safely, and that God let me come home with all of them.
I decided not to share all of that when I first had the babies. It seemed kind of like a downer, and I’m not personally a fan of reading every detail of somebody’s birth experience. And, although I’m pretty open on the blog, I’m not sure how much you really want to know about me besides what color I’m thinking of painting our bedroom. . . But, I’m telling you now, and here’s my PSA for the day. Pregnant ladies—if you even think you’re having any unusual symptoms, don’t necessarily discount it as typical pregnancy stuff and not tell your doctor. Looking back, I should’ve pressed the issue of how bad I felt with my doctor a little more. My blood pressure stayed consistently normal through all of this—which is the only red flag they were routinely checking for at my appointments. But, I had other signs—which were all chalked up to being pregnant, with twins.
But, back to the good stuff. Our babies are a year old today!
It hardly seems possible. And, after being so nervous we could hardly breathe after our first ultrasound, they have been such a happy addition to our family. I’ve loved seeing their sweet personalities develop.
He’s the more serious, sensitive one–and, happiest when on mommy’s hip. . . or touching my face. . . or my hair. And, you’ve never seen a faster crawler than when he thinks his sister is about to get to my lap first. Yes, I would say he’s a certified mama’s boy. (And, I kind of love it.)
She is happiness personified. I hope she always thinks life is as funny as she does now. She has the best giggles and is a little more independent. Sometimes, I think I can already see the gleam of mischief in her dark eyes. She watches her big sisters intently. She’s learning from the best.
The last twelve months have been a busy blur. Thanks for letting me share their pictures (and fuzzy heads) with you all over the past year.