So, I mentioned blogging about the birth of our surprise twins, but I feel like the story needs prefaced with a little history about my first birth. The twin's birth story will be split into different posts, because of time restraints😆.
My first pregnancy with Gideon was pretty text book. First trimester came complete with morning sickness, nausea, blacking out, weight loss, fear of loss, and exhaustion. Once we hit about 13-14 weeks, we were pretty golden. I was still tired and some days still had those doubts creep in, but I felt so over the moon that any discomfort was overshadowed. We found out we were having a boy around 22 weeks and although I struggled with the idea of a boy at first, it only took a couple days until I felt completely ready to meet our little guy. The weeks came & went and the hustle and bustle of end of school year activities kept Marc & I constantly on the go. It was his first year to write & produce an opera, and the performances were the weekend before my "due date". That weekend loads of family came in for the premier and also for a baby shower that was thrown for us by our precious friends. By the way, that Saturday night was a pivotal moment for us, I had finally met the midwife that everyone had asked if I was using. She came and introduced herself to me and I was smitten 😆. Sadly I didn't meet Robin sooner, because I would have loved to have her for our first birth.
Having planned a home birth, I knew I didn't want anyone staying with us during my birthing time. I am pretty private and know my body well enough that having anyone "extra" would have really hindered the process for us. So, by Tuesday morning all our guests had left and Wednesday I got a phone call that my grandma was planning to fly back up that Friday for a week to be here for us. I was happy to have her, but knew that I needed our boy to come before she did. Marc and I talked to our little guy and prayed about it. I walked 7 miles that day and by 11:02 pm, after just 5 hours of active labor, our precious G was born💚.
Now, fast forward a few years>>>>
October 2015, I found out I was expecting again. I had a few moments of sheer panic. Although I knew it was a possibility, I just hadn't really mentally prepared myself. I waited a day or two before I got the nerve to tell Marc. I knew he would be over the moon, but I had to come to terms with it before being able to share in the excitement. I know how normal it is now, but the guilt I felt towards G was incredible. I couldn't wrap my head around the reality of having to share our time with another person, especially a newborn. I was almost devastated a little bit, maybe that's not the right word, but it is partly how I felt. I didn't feel that magical feeling of being pregnant until a couple weeks later, and that made me feel even worse:-/. I did know that God had a plan for our family, and trusting Him is the only thing that calmed my heart. Did I mention that when I told Marc that he jokingly said, "wouldn't it be cool if we had twins?" My response was something like .... "Don't even say that, it's impossible anyway, we don't have twins in our families, oh my word...don't even joke like that!"
So here we go again! I knew as soon as I saw those two lines, I would be calling Robin, my midwife, for this pregnancy. I just so happened to see her and her daughter, who is also her nurse the following week. I told them I would be giving them a call soon:-).
.....to be continued.
My first pregnancy with Gideon was pretty text book. First trimester came complete with morning sickness, nausea, blacking out, weight loss, fear of loss, and exhaustion. Once we hit about 13-14 weeks, we were pretty golden. I was still tired and some days still had those doubts creep in, but I felt so over the moon that any discomfort was overshadowed. We found out we were having a boy around 22 weeks and although I struggled with the idea of a boy at first, it only took a couple days until I felt completely ready to meet our little guy. The weeks came & went and the hustle and bustle of end of school year activities kept Marc & I constantly on the go. It was his first year to write & produce an opera, and the performances were the weekend before my "due date". That weekend loads of family came in for the premier and also for a baby shower that was thrown for us by our precious friends. By the way, that Saturday night was a pivotal moment for us, I had finally met the midwife that everyone had asked if I was using. She came and introduced herself to me and I was smitten 😆. Sadly I didn't meet Robin sooner, because I would have loved to have her for our first birth.
Having planned a home birth, I knew I didn't want anyone staying with us during my birthing time. I am pretty private and know my body well enough that having anyone "extra" would have really hindered the process for us. So, by Tuesday morning all our guests had left and Wednesday I got a phone call that my grandma was planning to fly back up that Friday for a week to be here for us. I was happy to have her, but knew that I needed our boy to come before she did. Marc and I talked to our little guy and prayed about it. I walked 7 miles that day and by 11:02 pm, after just 5 hours of active labor, our precious G was born💚.
Now, fast forward a few years>>>>
October 2015, I found out I was expecting again. I had a few moments of sheer panic. Although I knew it was a possibility, I just hadn't really mentally prepared myself. I waited a day or two before I got the nerve to tell Marc. I knew he would be over the moon, but I had to come to terms with it before being able to share in the excitement. I know how normal it is now, but the guilt I felt towards G was incredible. I couldn't wrap my head around the reality of having to share our time with another person, especially a newborn. I was almost devastated a little bit, maybe that's not the right word, but it is partly how I felt. I didn't feel that magical feeling of being pregnant until a couple weeks later, and that made me feel even worse:-/. I did know that God had a plan for our family, and trusting Him is the only thing that calmed my heart. Did I mention that when I told Marc that he jokingly said, "wouldn't it be cool if we had twins?" My response was something like .... "Don't even say that, it's impossible anyway, we don't have twins in our families, oh my word...don't even joke like that!"
So here we go again! I knew as soon as I saw those two lines, I would be calling Robin, my midwife, for this pregnancy. I just so happened to see her and her daughter, who is also her nurse the following week. I told them I would be giving them a call soon:-).
.....to be continued.
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