Friday, December 4, 2015

Small Reflections

The past few weeks have been really stressful for me. I've kinda started to not like going to church--well, let me qualify that: I've come to dread that time after Mass when everyone congregates in the hall, drinks coffee, and tell me how fat I am. It's mostly the little old ladies who haven't had children in so long that they've forgotten what not to say to a pregnant woman. All fall they've commented on just how far away my due date is, and asked if I'm having twins.

Now, here I do have to say that I was not expecting twins, so I always smiled and said no. We have our babies at home, and since I am such a low-risk mother there has not been a need to spend our limited money on something as frivolous as finding out the gender of a baby (when you don't have money for it that kind of thing really can be seen as a bit of a waste).

So I smiled. After all, this is my eighth pregnancy is as many years; I expected my body to fall apart sooner rather than later. And I truly do love all those ladies, and I'm so grateful for the way that they've helped us this year. There's a lot that I can't do while my body falls apart, and it feels like the whole parish has adopted us.

But I finally did get tired of hearing that my belly is large. Around Thanksgiving I complained to our midwife about it, and at that appointment we decided, almost as a joke, to find a second baby. As my mom says, the joke's on me. There were suddenly two heartbeats.



At that time the findings were inconclusive enough that we decided to wait till the next appointment to see if the expected growth rate for twins was happening. So I spent a stressful two weeks worrying about it. When we went back we heard two heartbeats again, and found that I am growing too large and too fast for a single baby.  So we scheduled an ultra sound for visual confirmation.

The day before the ultra sound I was going crazy with stress, and locked myself in my room for two hours. I cried. I window shopped Amazon for materinty shirts. I dyed my hair red. Then I emerged, made myself some chili, had a wine cooler, and put the kids to bed.



They're both healthy, and look happy. They are neither large nor small for their age. Now that I know their positions I can tell which one is kicking when. Everything is normal and healthy, and good. I just don't believe it yet.

I grew up knowing that twins ran in my family, but it was always a low possibility. I wanted it so badly, in the way that you want something that you're not likely to get, so you gently push that dream aside and when you do get it it feels like it has no basis in reality.


Everyone tells me that it'll sink in sooner or later, and I'll get used to it. Maybe it's easier for them to accept because they can look at my belly from an objective point of veiw, while I'm the one who has to emotionally come to terms with delivering twice. I know that I am scared of that prospect.  But there has been such a tremenous outpouring of love and generosity that my fears are kind of overwhelmed.

So I'm sitting here with my coffee, looking at their little faces, and wondering how I ever got so blessed.

2 comments:

  1. Awesome! I thought you might have looked a little big, and so did Kathleen, and that is awesome that you are going to have the chance to raise not one, but two little children of God at the same time. We will be praying for you. God bless.

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