Two months ago- my life was changed forever. Sure I had been preparing for this for months. I mean being on bed rest was no joke and I had plenty of time to think about the upcoming birth. I had time to think about what life would be like after the babies where here. Would I be sad? Would I think life was different? I guess those are the questions that I never thought about- because emotion is so hard to predict. I didn't know if I would be happy or sad to see the babies leave.
Well, let me tell- I couldn't feel prouder! What you say...prouder?! Yea that is a new one for me too- I don't often like to say I am a proud person. I try to live my life honest and as a good person and just feel like that's how people should be. Doing the right thing and being a good person isn't something to be proud of, its just who I am. But I am proud. I see pictures of those babies and my heart is proud. Full of love and excitement. I love that the little 5 and 6 pound babies I gave birth to are now over 10 pounds each and that they are healthy and happy and home with their family!
I love those babies- but I don't love them like they are my children. I love them because I wanted them for their parents just as much as I wanted my own children for me. I loved them for the 9 months they were in my belly. I love them with a love that I can't explain. Seeing their chubby little faces and hearing about how they are growing can brighten my worst day! My heart is full- Full of love, and excitement and joy. Being part of this journey has been one of the most amazing things I have done in my life and I wouldn't trade it for the world.
If I had to name this journey- I would call it "Labor of Love"! Still sending milk to the babies and enjoying knowing that I helped bring those babies to life and dreams come true.
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