Expecting the unexpected
Before we had even begun a brood of our own we always knew we wanted a big family and three seemed like our lucky number. Why 3? You get three times the love, they all fit in a car, no need for the mini van, yet (until they get mates), ..good for team games? Im running out of reasons, we just wanted three, ok? We also knew that we didn't want big age gaps, the idea of them all growing up together, noisy family dinners full of laughter and chat, having a big close family was the dream. We got to work and in 2013 Nell was born. With an 18 month gap between Nell and Teddy we decided to get married in the summer then after enjoying life as Mr and Mrs we would go for no.3.
We were lucky enough to have a girl and a boy already, which only seemed to confuse people as to why we would try for no.3. Surely people only have three children to try for the opposite sex? Or the regular response that we must be mad. Well the heart wants what the heart wants and I just wasn't finished having babies. The excitement of the unknown, belly kicks, drinking Gaviscon from the bottle, that new born smell and tiny baby grows. It was three for me and it didn't take long before baby no.3 was in the oven.
When you are expecting baby no.3 there is always the running joke of getting more than you bargained for. In fact it was only the evening before my first scan that the neighbour popped round, we laughed about expecting multiples and how we would had only ordered one, a second thought never crossed my mind that it could be more than a passing joke. We don't have twins in our family, so surely its not possible.. right?
W R O N G
Fast forward 12 hours and I am at the hospital, lying on the bed, jelly on my belly and staring at the monitor waiting for it to be flicked on.
'Do twins run in your family?'
'They do now.'
I will never forget that moment, the screen jumped to life with two tiny wriggling babies staring back at me. My hands covered my face and I burst into tears. To say I have never been more shocked in all my life would be an understatement. I had so many questions, I don't know anything about twins? Are they identical? How will I cope? How will my body cope? How did this happen? Does this mean caesarean after two natural deliveries? Is the house big enough? I already felt like time was slipping through my fingers, from being so prepared for baby no.3 to falling into the unknown and feeling lost in a sea of questions. The rest of the day I spent in a fog of thoughts. I put the kids to bed that night and lay in bed staring at the ceiling into the early hours. Of course I was over the moon, I had been gifted with two healthy babies when some people aren't lucky enough to have one. They say these things happen to the people that can deal with it, and I was doing my best to convince myself this was true, but honestly I was petrified.
Courtney was arriving into the UK in two days time after working away for two months, as far as he was aware there was only one happy baby in my tum. So I decided to tell him when I picked him up from the airport. I left the scan pictures in the car for him to discover and I have never seen a man more excited. He did a huge belly laugh and after a few choice words was beaming. At that moment I felt a huge relief. Not because I thought he would be disappointed at the sight of twins but just seeing that there was not a flicker in his mind that we couldn't do this. We smiled all the way back from the airport and googled until my fingers hurt. I am a true believer in everything happens for a reason, maybe our lucky number was four all along.
I still have so many questions to be answered and would love for you to share any advice, tips and storeis with me.