I always begin the celebration of The Bear and The Princess' birthday week on the 16th.... it was the 16th that my water broke, sending me to the hospital. It was the 16th went "sh** got real". Since I was not yet 34 weeks, the doctor gave me medicine to hold off my labor. It was not fun. It was a little bit scary and there were lots of unknowns. A parade of doctors came in to talk to us and let us know all of the "risks" - I thought to myself..."well a little late for that isn't it?". I was uncomfortable. I was hungry (they wouldn't let me eat in case I needed surgery). But we were excited. I wanted to meet these two little people so much! But it would be two more days.... on the 16th my two peas remained safely in their pod.
(I chose this flashback picture even though they weren't here yet because The Princess was having a hard time believing me when I said we could hold their heads in our hands. So there you have it, two tiny heads in our hands. )
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