My Babies Are Seven Today!

This afternoon, in a rare free moment, I pulled Mary and Laura's baby albums out of their closet. All day I had been reminiscing about babyhood and aching to snuggle my girls as babies again, just for a moment. My memories of their first few months are vague at best. It's a sleep deprived haze of nursing and diapers. Looking at pictures of them as newborns is almost shocking. How could those tiny people have become the amazing girls they are now? They make me so proud. They cried if they weren't in the same bassinet. Mary wore two hats, jammies and two pairs of socks and still had to go in the warmer. Laura was jaundiced and they had to keep drawing blood to check her levels. I wanted to find a picture of the three of us on the day they were born to post with one of the three of us today. Shockingly I don't look so great in any of them. My husband was kind enough to point that out even as he scanned one for me. He shut up after a gentle reminder about which of us actually squeezed those two out. Now, due to the late hour and some technical difficulty, you won't get to see me holding the twins, looking not my best, half an hour or so after they were born. It was fun looking through the albums today, though. Diana looked at a picture of her, with Steve and I before we left for the hospital that day. "Ah, those were the glorious days," she said, tongue in cheek. Turning the page, pointing to one of Mary and Laura in the hospital: "That's what ruined it all". Luckily I know how much she really loves them, even though they drive her nuts in the way only little sisters can. And, lucky her, she got two at once. The world became a happier, noisier, crazier, prettier, smarter, sillier and better place on March 19, 2002. I am humbled to be their mother.