Celebrating Ray and Jack: Reflecting on the Twins’ First Year
I don’t know how I managed to fall asleep the night before the babies came, but somehow I did. At least for a little while.
At 5 a.m., we got in our car for the drive to Kenosha. The normalcy of the drive was surreal—our favorite songs playing on the stereo, me in the driver’s seat, a big cup of hot coffee in my hand, and Michelle riding shotgun. However, the situation was decidedly not normal—the next time we were in the car together, God willing, our twin boys would be in the backseat.
In our hospital room, a calm, efficient nurse went about her business asking questions, getting signatures on forms and attaching all kinds of tubes and medical equipment to Michelle as she lay in the hospital bed. I paced the room – drinking coffee at a rapid pace – occasionally sitting, with my emotions swirling—a frenetic mashup of excitement, fear and uncertainty.
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