On this day in 2003 I was 29 weeks pregnant, sitting in a hospital bed, waiting for the second of two nasty steroid injections we hoped would help mature our babies’ lungs. I was bored and uncomfortable and scared, knowing that our twins would be born, for better or for worse, the next day.
Today I am wrestling a four month old and entertaining a three year old while I sit cutting rainbows and hoping I have baked enough cup cakes and packed enough goody bags. I am busy and crazy and lucky, knowing that my house will be full of squealing girls at a birthday party tomorrow.
What a difference seven years can make.