Firsts very rarely start at the beginning. More often than not, they skip the formalities of openings and just appear right in the middle of everything. And this is precisely how I became a mother of TWINS, right in the middle of never thinking twins ran in my family.
Fast forward to today's grocery store run which is always just shy of a sitcom. Bell peppers. Check. Salmon. Check. Where do they keep their beet juice? A running list of items and things to do make matrix-like maps in my head as my husband, twin boys and I, work our way through the aisles. "Awwww!" and "Are they twins?" are the most common songs heard on our family outings’ soundtrack. We respond with the usual, now scripted, “Yes-two-boys-8-months,” response. Autopilot usually works perfectly, aside from the occasional moment wherein I'm actually blocking the canned peas from the lady's reach behind me. But on a normal day, the blowout sale in produce takes a backseat to our twin-baby, cuteness parade. And I will never complain because just 8 months earlier, the idea of walking blissfully through the grocery store, greeting passing admirers was far from my mind.
My twin boys, Avram and Sagan, were born 3 months prematurely via emergency C-section, late last August. After months of researching, planning, praying and attending weekly high-risk doctor visits, while elevating my faith to combat their claims that I could lose one of my little loves, everything I hoped would and wouldn't happen did.
FIRSTS
By: Melissa Sadler