Five years ago, on this very day, the doctor pulled two people out of me.
They were born almost six weeks early. Ian was only six pounds, eight ounces but next to Claudia he looked huge. She wasn’t even five pounds when she was born. She was so tiny I was afraid to change her diaper. I thought I might break her frail little leg. This picture was taken much closer to their due date.
Growing up, I always thought it was weird when my mom would talk about what she was going X-number of years ago the night before my birthday.
But now I get it.
For example, five years ago, right this minute, I was getting a mag wash to stop the labor.
Obviously, it didn’t work.
It was one of the scariest days of my entire life.
But everything turned out okay. We got lucky, after a very scary week everyone came home healthy.
And now they are ready to go to kindergarten.
And to my friends that are pregnant for the first time, I know it is scary, but it was worth all of it. It was worth spending six weeks in the hospital. It was worth not sleeping for a few months. It is worth the stretch marks.
And hopefully their joy will make it worth throwing a birthday party this weekend where we invited every kid in both of their classes.
ps – Does anybody know where I can get a Bakugan cake?