“Well that’s something you don’t see every day!”
Not exactly the words you want to hear at your first ultrasound. We were 7 weeks into a very surprise pregnancy, following almost 2 years of trying, numerous tests, and an outpatient procedure for me.
Because we had been working with a Reproductive Endocrinologist, I was able to get in for an early ‘dating’ scan.
I was laying on the table, unable to believe that I was actually pregnant, when the nurse gasped, and the doctor asked us to confirm that this was not a treatment cycle, but our final ‘natural cycle.’
The monitor was finally turned towards us, so we could see what they were so shocked by.
There they were. Baby A, and Baby B. Both measuring perfectly, with two little hearts beating away.
I was speechless. Terrified. Excited. It was in that moment that I threw out every expectation I had for the remainder of the pregnancy, childbirth… even child-rearing. My dreams of spending hours just staring at a sleeping baby in my arms went out the window. There would be two babies. Two. How would I ever care for two babies. How do you feed two babies? How do you get two babies to sleep? How do you make sure each baby gets enough snuggles? How do you stop two babies from crying?
How will we ever travel with TWO babies?
My outlook quickly changed from feeling confident, knowledgeable, and empowered to being prepared to just do the best we could.
And so it began. It took us a while to get situated, but Garrett helped ease us into it, by requiring a 10 day stay in the NICU. Eventually, we had two babies who ate. Two babies who slept. Two babies who were getting plenty of snuggles… and two babies who cried. We did the best we could, and we figured it out.
Finally, on January 4th, 2015, we were ready for our very first Family Field Trip. Baby Steps.