One of the many things that Loomis and I have in common is that we are both the moms to super-amazing-if-we-do-say-so-ourselves twin girls. Today we will continue with our Christmas card theme, and will share our first Christmas cards as moms of twins.
You have to know the backstory to appreciate my first Christmas card as a mom of twins. I had had a grueling pregnancy, which included a very dire diagnosis about the outcome of at least one, if not both of the twins. I was put on at least two months of
house arrest bedrest in the height of the summer. Those of you who know me know that I do NOT sit still, like ever. Plus, this was before Wifi, so there was not much to do, especially when I was pretty much anxiety ridden. Shout out to the many of you who came to visit me, kept me occupied and brought me FOOD, which was about all I had going for me since booze and exercise were out of the question. My weekly outing (woot woot) was to go for a sonogram so they could monitor the progress of the babies. Little by little, baby B did not give up and baby A kept going.
I promise, I’m getting to the Christmas card soon.
Labor Day weekend rolls around, and quite appropriately it was the day for my twins to arrive. Caroline was a hefty 4 lbs. and Catie was only 1 lb. 5 ozs. They were whisked to the NICU, where Caroline remained for 2 weeks, and Catie resided for 2 whole months. Here is the picture we had in Catie’s isolette of her family. (RIP Daisy, our first dog who was a rescue and a complete saint in comparison with Rosie. Actually, that’s really not hard to do.)
We heard a lot of dire things about what Catie’s future could entail – Cerebal Palsy, blindness, learning disabilities, you name it. It was a very happy day when Catie came home from the NICU, at only 3 lbs, and the twins were reunited!
Also, I have to mention that September 11th happened when the girls were only 11 days old. That is a whole ‘nother blog post. Suffice to say, too many close to us were lost. It was an incredibly emotional time, on top of all the goings on in our own little family.
So, is this the most perfect card of the most beautiful babies? Most certainly not. Caroline looks like Uncle Fester and Catie looks like a preemie baby doll. But they were home, they were healthy, and they were ours (and in coordinating Christmas pajamas, I’ll have you know!)
It was most certainly a year where we all, especially in New York, needed to believe in miracles.
And I still do.