My Twins are Turning SEVEN!!!

Wow, tomorrow my twin girls are turning 7 years old. AMAZING. For the past few days, I have been reminiscing about my pregnancy and the girls as infants. It seems like an eternity ago on one hand, but on the other, just like yesterday. 7 years ago today, I was large, very large, it was hot and I can remember working with Alex to learn to ride her bike with no training wheels. It was August 12Th and I was truly waddling around the front yard, helping her. I remember Richard pulling in the driveway from work and mad at me for being up and out. I had just been released from bed rest though, and I was not going to stay inside on my backside for any longer. I didn't care how hot it was. I remember going in and eating dinner. After dinner we went walking around the block. I was determined to help these babies come out. Alex rode her bike, struggling, but made it with only two wheels. I can even remember what I had on, how funny is that. Of course, it was probably one of the few outfits that actually still fit me. I remember tucking Alex in that night and then watching TV. Richard and I went to bed around 10:00. I couldn't fall asleep, it seemed so much was on my mind. What seemed like an eternity later, I woke up with a feeling of wetness. I realized my water had just broke. It was only 11:30. I think I had just fallen asleep. I woke up Richard, and I was in a panic. He actually had to tell me to calm down. (I tend to get into hysterics). We got dressed, got my bags that had been packed for weeks, woke Alex up, and headed to my parents house to drop Alex off. We of course woke them up. We arrived at the hospital about 12. The contractions had started. I refused to let Richard drop me at the door. I wanted him to park and I wanted to walk with him. I didn't want to be alone for one second. We walked in and checked in, I kept telling him, I knew they were coming. Check in seemed to take an eternity. They finally put me in a wheelchair and rolled me to the room. I changed into a gown and they were trying to find a doctor to examine me. I kept saying, "these babies are coming, I know they are coming". It seemed like no one would believe me. The nurse told me to go to the bathroom and get a urine sample. I did as told but came out of the restroom crying. I told Richard I could feel the babies head. He went and got the nurse. She came in and checked me and then chaos seemed to break out. I was dilated to a nine, I remember her yelling, "GET A DOCTOR, THESE BABIES ARE COMING". Finally they believed me. In the madness my mother had arrived and I wanted her and Richard in the room with me. As Mom and Richard went to change into their scrubs, they wheeled me to the delivery room. I was hurting by this time. I was yelling, no one was in there with me. I wanted my mom and I wanted Richard. As the nurse anethesist was trying to put in my IV, I delivered Kali Christine at 1:16AM, they gave up on the IV and four minutes later Kirstin Taylor was delivered. Mom and Richard had barely made it to the room in time but I had mom holding one hand and Richard holding the other. They immediately took the girls, I didn't' even see them. After being congratulated and taken care of, they moved me back to my room. The first thing I saw was that silly urine sample still sitting on the counter, they never had time to do anything with it. I waited all night to see the girls, Richard and Mom had gone to the nursery and found out they were fine, they just needed to lay under the warmer. Finally around 6:30 they rolled those two beds into my room. I was over taken with emotion. (As I type this I am also). They were so beautiful. I couldn't believe I was laying there holding two identical twin girls. What a blessing. One of my fondest memories of the delivery was hearing Richard call his mom and explain the girls were born. He was so proud of me, so proud of his girls, he was tearing up as he told his mom. I remember feeling so lucky. My Dad brought Alex to the room around 7:30 and she got to meet her sisters for the first time. Another proud moment, she was so cute sitting there with her big 4 year old smile holding one of her sisters in each arm. What a lucky woman I am, I am sitting here seven years later and still look at my three girls with such admiration. God truly gave me three angels!