Welcome to the world, Maggie & Gus!
I think I may have jinxed myself with my last post…
The twins arrived a couple weeks earlier than expected, just shy of 36 weeks, on Monday morning, April 16. Everything happened so unexpectedly, quickly, and dramatically, that we’ve only just now been able to catch our breath and really process everything that has happened in the past week. I know I promised no birth stories, but I feel like my birth story falls into the category of “one day you’ll look back on this and laugh.” Or at the very least, one day, when the twins are screaming at me how much they hate my guts, I’ll point them to their birth story and guilt trip the heck out of them.
But more on that later…
Despite being born preterm, the twins thankfully didn’t require any NICU time. We spent four days in the hospital and were all released together just a couple days ago. Now we are back home, adjusting to our new lives and getting very little sleep.
“This is the worst part.”
“You’ll hate this stage, but you’ll get through it.”
“Prepare to never sleep again!”
“Twins? (Insert annoying laughter) Glad it’s you and not us.”
And on and on with the so-called “advice” that we never asked for.
I know we are still at the very beginning. The part of a child’s life that everyone has told us repeatedly will be the hardest part. Maybe we are still just completely naive, but we haven’t felt that way at all, especially given all that we’ve been through. If anything, I’m already feeling super sentimental that a week has nearly passed by so quickly and that the twins will never be this tiny again.
It is hard, yes. We are tired, yes. But we are also so very grateful, so filled with love, and so blissfully happy to have our twins home at last.