|My first Mother's Day|
I have waited twelve long years for this experience and needless to say, I had built up quite a hefty expectation of how it would be and how my DH would plan something so very special to celebrate such a very special day. Silly of me perhaps, but it was something that infertility had stolen from me for so long - during the dark days, being a mother with a real live baby or even more blessed with two seemed so far far away from ever happening for me. Each Mother's Day missed would rip at my heart as everyone would celebrate around me.
So finally with the birth of our miracle twins, for me, this day, my first Mother's Day was beyond incredibly significant. More so as I had been pregnant twice before on Mother's Day but lost the pregnancies shortly afterwards. Yes, I had high expectations...and was a little disappointed as it wasn't made as special as it could have been. But...
I was on duty the night before and both twins were wide awake from 4h45 so I fetched them both and snuggled with them in bed for a bit. In the dark of the morning, smelling their warm furry heads and hugging their solid, squirming little bodies, I soaked in the wonder that this was finally my reality. This would be the first day of acknowledging that I was a mother at last, with many more years to come, celebrating each one on this special day. And just hugging these little miracles is and always will be enough for me.
|The first time I held both my babies in NICU Sep-Oct 2011|
|At home, 6 weeks old|
|Almost 8 months old|