Nostalgic gratitude

I had envisioned keeping this blog going on a regular basis, transitioning from expecting mother to mother of twins. Technically, regular can have a broad definition. This entry plus my post on breastfeeding, can define regular and regular is therefore once every 11 months. So with that, I am right on schedule.

We're t-minus 15 days to having twin 1 year olds and I am feeling hugely emotional about it. Parenthood, for me, is this odd paradox of being the fastest slowest time ever and I am not quite sure I am prepared to be saying goodbye to babyhood so quickly. On the other hand, I am excited to see these tiny to-be-toddlers developing in front of me. I am in awe of how much can happen in a day/week/month. In one moment, I am eager for T and O to begin running around the house. And in the next moment, I am lamenting the loss of the days when they would just lay on my chest and cuddle for hours.

I have been reflecting on our journey. My heart swells whenever I think about all of the people who stepped up and in for us throughout IVF, pregnancy, and this first year with the twinkies. I love looking at the messages, photos, and whooshes of support throughout all 38 weeks of pregnancy, carrying us to a remarkable 38 weeks of gestation before bringing T and O into the world. I fondly remember Beth coming to do my toes the night before Birth Day, helping me to relax and supporting me with conservation, homeopathics, and her friendship. I was able to talk through my anxieties and start the transition to going into the hospital and I felt so much more calm after her visist. I remember our first 24-hours home together as a family and how that was strengthened with the presence, love, and compassion of our friend Sarah. There were the wonderful souls who came over to help me with the babies those first several weeks after Pete returned to work. They have no idea how much I needed them during those days and I am so grateful for the moments spent with them. There were the meals from fellow twin mommas, connecting me to my Big Sister Jenn who continues to be a lifeline and I adore having her as a friend. Rachel was reliably there for us, helping me to feel connected and helping to keep our dogs happy and healthy which felt utterly impossible those first months of parenthood. Jason helped me transition back to work and has had my back whenever I need that reassurance in finding balance between work and motherhood. There are so, so many more moments and people and things that I am grateful for.

My gratitude for everyone who has helped us, prayed for us, cheered for us, and pulsed us love is so deep that I am overcome by emotion just thinking about it. Thank you for being there, supporting us. Thank you for sharing some great moments and memories with us.

Thank you for loving my babies.