I just learned that today is Pregnancy & Infant Loss Remembrance Day, it’s also my due date…
Cherish. Every. Moment.
You get used to hearing it as a new parent. Usually accompanied with a “they’ll be gone before you know it” or “they grow up way too fast”…. and it’s true. Oh how it’s true.
Becoming a widow at the age of 34 is sometimes too hard to even think about, but that’s the life God had for my mom. I always knew the sadness and pain we felt in our family with the absence of my father, but when I married I began to understand the depth of my mom’s trial even more. I’ve fallen more in love with Matt with each new challenge and each new triumph since the day we married. It’s hard to even fathom a life without him.
In the same way, my heart now aches even more for the pain my mother endured when she lost not one, but two babies.
I thought it would be fun to share a quick little collage of my twin baby bump progression. I didn’t take photos every single week, but fairly regularly throughout my pregnancy.
I didn’t take a ‘before’ photo, but week 13 is when I first felt my bump coming in… or so I thought. 😉 It’s kind of humorous looking at it now. Week 18 was my halfway mark. Week 22 my bump ‘popped’ and started to round out a little more. And week 28 was when someone finally noticed that I was pregnant! Although the comment went something like this “Whoa, I didn’t realize you were pregnant until you turned to the side… you’re one of those tricky pregnant women!” Haha!
One of my favorite parts of having people comment on my bump was when they asked me “Boy or Girl?” and I got to respond “Both”.
I’ll keep it brief since I’ve kept you waiting long enough. Thanks for being patient with us as we waited for the snail mail to run its course to family members across the country. I’ll start with our cooperative little, Baby B. We’ve known this little one’s gender since December. And that gender is…
For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven:
a time to be born, and a time to die;
a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted;
a time to kill, and a time to heal;
a time to break down, and a time to build up;
a time to weep, and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
a time to seek, and a time to lose;
a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
a time to tear, and a time to sew;
a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
a time to love, and a time to hate;
a time for war, and a time for peace.
Ecclesiastes 3:1-8, ESV
This was our 2014. The year of extreme highs and extreme lows. We mourned, we waited, we prayed, we laughed, we rejoiced… and we did it all in one year.
The morning we found out we were having twins was one of the best days of my life! I’ve always wanted twins. They run heavily in my family, so I knew it was a definite possibility. But after it took us so long to even get pregnant at all, I had almost given up the hope of having two babies, I just wanted to hear the news that we were having a baby… period.