Elizabeth Megan. 3:48 am. 5 lbs 1 oz. 17″.
Charlotte Avery. 4:46am. 6 lbs 7 oz. 18″.
I’m still holding the L&D details pretty close to my chest. The girls came Sunday the 22nd. We spent 5 days in NICU, mostly for monitoring on room air. I lost a lot of blood during a long delivery. Charlotte got to hang out for a day under the phototherapy lights. Elizabeth dipped down to 4 1/2 lbs. We all got sent home together on Friday, but Elizabeth bounced back into the peds ward Saturday after she showed some trouble breathing. It was a very long, scary week.
We’ve been home now for three weeks, and it’s been love-bright and sleep-hazy. Having Jesse home on paternity leave has made every drop of difference when it comes to figuring out this new landscape, and I think it’s finally sinking in: we are a family of six.
Carter Patrick is the twins’ (The Twins!) biggest fan. He is the sweetest big brother, reading to them and always asking to hold them and singing them improvised Carter-tunes.
Jack is curious and thinks the girls (The Girls!) are hilarious noise-makers. He points out their ears and hairs and noses and laughs whenever Char-lit and Bibbit squeak. He’s too fast for most pictures, what with being a bit of an (adorable) bulldozer, but we haven’t given up trying.
I am overwhelmed with the support and love that has been showered on our no-longer-so-little family. Truly, we have the best people.
I am taken aback by just how very different the girls are, both in appearance and personality.
Guys, guys. Twins. Twin girls. I have them. They are here and they are gorgeous and they are perfect and is this real life?! Cheers to don’t-blink moments where your life reaches a mountain top and the sky splits wide-open in a smile and your heart explodes into dancing confetti. This is the stuff.