Twice Upon A Time
Dark chocolate, olives and gin and tonic. Three things I struggled with initially and now wouldn't be without....
A new addition to this list, and without a doubt the bestest of the lot, my twin boys.
They arrived on March 10th via Caesarean Section, which is a bit like a magic show without the spangly costumes; Wheeled into the operating room by a smiley assistant, positioned behind a curtain, sawn in half and, ta da,presented with two shiny new human beings. The reassuring weight of twin one in my arms took my breath away and when twin two opened his eyes for the very first time and met my gaze I realized that you are never too old to believe in magic.
I have watercolour memories of the first few weeks. Days and nights running into each other in an adrenalin fuelled sleepless fog. I remember the squeaks and sighs of the boys as they lay snuggled next to each other in a crib, completely at ease in each other's company; familiar yet unfamiliar to me.
I remember Midwives with soothing syrupy voices helping me in and out of bed after the op, my suddenly empty tummy creaking and groaning like a derelict house as things began to settle into post partum position.
I remember standing in the shower on 'going home' day wondering whether my previously puffy pregnant feet
I have cried every type of tear known to womankind; happy, sad, overtired, exasperated, frustrated, and the random no-reason-at-all-tears-that-have-started-and-now-won't-stop.
Despite the brand new-ness of the twins it feels as though I have always known them, and that innate sense of familiarity takes the edge off how scary the parent mountain is. After all right now we are still in the foothills.
Katy Hymas (new mum to twins and Mummy Blogger Extraordinaire)