Eight Years Old

My babies did not come into the world in the usual way. Nothin' *usual* about them. Thank God.

From an old post.

On this day back in 2000, two wonderful little boys entered the world.

Funny story: I actually went into labor a week beforehand. Ain't that something? I happened to be in the doctor's office due to gestational diabetes (I loved me some apple juice) and my nurse asked if I felt okay.

"Gas pains," I said.

"Gas pains?" she repeated. "Come into my office, put up your legs and let's have a look."

I'd have been more thrilled with such a request if I hadn't been eighty pounds overweight. Turns out I was dilated, in labor, and never even knew it. How's that for being one tough b*tch?

By the time January 7th rolled around, I was ready to pop. Twin A positioned himself feet first so they had to perform a C-section. So sad because I had planned to give birth underwater with candles burning nearby and soft music playing in the speakers overhead. Although Husband may have needed a sedative, the rest of us were going to experience the entire event drug-free. However, the Lord had other plans. When doctors gave me an epidural and asked how my legs felt, I truthfully answered,"Hairy."

At 11:24, Oldest was out and about.

At 11:27, Youngest joined the crew.

They were beautiful and strong-willed from the beginning. Within twenty-four hours, both pulled out their feeding tubes and were ready to hit the high road. I should have known then that my hands would be full for the rest of my life.

My sons are getting bigger and developing their own take on the world. Looking back at old pictures simply reminds me that the journey, so far, has been fun.

And it's only just begun.

Happy birthday boys.