It doesn’t seem like three years.
Some days it seems like three seconds, other days it seems like three million years!
Around about this time three years ago I was home from hospital, but my girls were not. We had held them once, when they were 8 days old. We had watched them in their plastic boxes struggle to breathe, covered in tubes and wires and machines and alarms that go off when they forget to breathe.
I spent almost every waking hour either attached to the ‘mean green milking machine’ or at the hospital. I hated every family who walked out of hospital with their baby in their arms. I hated every mother who held her baby whenever she wanted to. I hated Christmas. I hated New Years. I felt like my babies would never come out of their plastic boxes let alone ever come home. But they did.
They came home on my birthday. I barely remember the first 6 months they were home. It was a fog of screaming, vomiting, tiny babies that I hardly believed belonged to me. The only connection that made them different from any other baby I had babysat or looked after in child care was that I breastfed them, but that was fast turning into a disaster and the fear of loosing that connection nearly drove me nuts.
The fog cleared a little at the end of that first year. Finally the reflux was under some kind of control. The breastfeeding was still a disaster but I wasn’t going to give up that easily. And most importantly we went to playgroup for the first time. By the time they were one there seemed to be almost as many good days as bad.
The second year was crazy. Their first Christmas at home, and they were crawling. We sold our house and moved in with my parents. Zoe learnt to walk and Izzy was bullied into it, to stop her sister sitting on her and riding her like a horsey. The girls got busy and I got busy being busy with them. We finally bought a new house and moved ‘to the country’. Life suddenly settled. We had an amazing house in a cool place and lots of plans. I had made some amazing friends at playgroup who saved my sanity again and again. The girls were growing and chatting and playing together and by their next Christmas I could almost see the benefits of having twins.
This last year the benefits of having two have really started to shine through. Through the hair-pulling arguments and the bite marks. The eggs cracked on the couch and the vegemite finger painting. Despite the constant cries of ‘I’m hungry’ and the million puddles on the floor. Despite still battling reflux, and now asthma and allergies. Despite their paranoid fears and super sensitive hearing. Even though they are never quiet and they drive me insane. Despite all of that our girls are amazing.
They love each other as much as they hate each other. They are inseparable. They have a continuous supply of imaginative games to play together. They chat non stop, and laugh hysterically at jokes no one else understands. The make up songs together and sing at the top of lungs. They get each other in trouble and cover up for each other just as often. They love to paint and dress-up and dance. They love to swing and dig in the sandpit. They are very much alike in every way. They are so incredibly different in every way.
Every day I look at them and wonder how I got to be here in life. Having twins is something that happens to other people, not to me. Having TTTS and prem babies is something horrible that happens to other people not me. Having attachment issues is something that happens to other people and not me. Having two amazing three year olds is something that happens to other people not me.
Zoe and Isabella were born on November 13th 2003 at 29 weeks and 2 days gestation due to severe, rapid onset Twin to Twin Transfusion Syndrome. They weighed 1316 grams and 960 grams, they spent almost 10 weeks in hospital and came home just before their due date on Jan 20th 2004. According to all the stats we should have lost one if not both girls. To know my girls today you would never know how fragile they were in the beginning. They are vibrant, crazy happy girls.
Being this lucky is something that happens to other people not me.
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Awwww what an amazing story it seems like yesterday the first time I held one of your girls I think it was Izzy but could very well have been Zoe, when you’d braved coming to Ceres and needed a spare pair of hands. Happy 3 years of mummyhood what a journey it has been:D
What an amazing 3 years!!!! Your gorgeous girls couldn’t have happened to a nicer person :-)
Andrew Scott says
i remember visiting you in hospital, and how tired you looked. frustrated, but determined.
i remember the first time I met zoe and izzy. impressed with their funky swing beds. they were so small..
the day we braved high point for an hour. just for a change of scenery.
I remember my argument with the lady in pumpkin patch, who insisted 1 yr olds needed jump suits bigger than 00 (and 0), and that I was just a silly male.
the argument that continued when she was mortified I wasn’t buying pink.. she was sure i would bring them back..
I remember how happy my mum was when you brought the girls to the botanical gardens for afternoon tea..
i remember the old lady in target, who asked me if the “tonka trucks” I was buying were for my own boys”. to which I replied, no my friends twin girls, she didn’t really understand and went on to ask why would I buy a truck for a girl.
The highly inappropriate books I keep sending them, at least simon gets to enjoy the “little mole and elephant books” :)
thanks for these memories.. :)
There is something so truly special about being a twin mum that no matter how well you describe it to someone else you can never quite duplicate the magic.
We are so truly blessed.
Thanks for sharing your story…not long until my babes turn 3 also..what a year you and I have ahead of us !
So beautifully written Kate. You made me cry! :(
How lucky you are indeed and what an amazing mother. :)
what amazing memories, and beautifully told – how doubly precious your beautiful girls are!
Happy Birthday wishes to Miss Izzy and Miss Zoe. We were thinking of you as we start the round of birthdays again. I would love to copy your post into EB if you don’t mind. Let me know.
Lisa Norris says
Happy birthday beautiful girls!
Oh Kate you should be so proud.
Happy 3rd birthday Zoe and Izzy :)
Kate, what beautiful babies you make. So proud to see the gorgeous little girls they have become. You are so blessed to have them and they are so blessed to have you, their gorgeous mumma.
Take care :)
Wow Kate, haven’t the girls come such a long way? Fantastic story, TFS!