Reminiscent Rambling

One of my friends in my ward is having twins. She's due in a month, so really she could have them any day. We're having a shower for her tonight, and it's got me thinking back on life when our little twins arrived. It seems like just yesterday, yet, it seems that so much has happened since they were born. Weird how time does that.When Cinderella turned two, I was around 20 weeks pregnant. I was starting to feel like I might make it through the days without feeling too pregnant sick. I had a little bit of energy and spent more of my day out of bed than in it, which was quite an improvement over how I'd felt the sixteen weeks prior to that point. We had a little party for Cinder, and she was miserable. She got medicine for a dual ear infection the next day.

From that day in early October, until mid-January, poor Cinderella had an ear infection almost non-stop. She would be on an antibiotic for ten days, and by the twelfth day be running a fever and start all over again. It was awful. And, compacting the problem was the fact that in late October I was put on bedrest. So, we spent much of our little time we had together (our friends took turns taking Cinderella during the days while King was working on his PhD) taking medicine and visiting the pediatrician. I know there were at least two times that my contractions were bad enough that it scared me into sending Cinderella to the pediatrician with my friends. Poor little thing.

In mid-January, I was done. I didn't want more antibiotics or more fevers, and no more trips to the pediatrician; I wanted the problem fixed. So, we had tubes put in her ears. It was a sad day to watch her go into surgery, but one of the best decisions we ever made. She was so much happier afterward! And she hasn't had an ear infection since.

Two weeks later, the twins were born, and then my mind is a little foggy as to how well everyone was feeling. I think Cinderella was just so thrilled to stay home every day and have me get out of bed and play with her that she didn't really seem to mind all of the hours that I sat on the couch or floor and nursed her baby sisters. She even begged to help feed "the babes" a bottle occasionally. And, it was adorable.That was the beginning of Cinderella's love affair with babies. She loves them. She once spent the entire four days we were with my sister and her kids holding my littlest nephew every moment she could. I think the only time anyone else had him was when my sister had to feed him. Cinderella hugged him and rocked him and shushed him and changed him. She was in heaven. (2006) Cinderella cannot wait for these new little babies to arrive in our ward. She has told me that she plans to spend one afternoon and evening a week over at our friend's house so that she can help with the twins and their big (only still little--18 month old) sister any way she can. We're hoping that our friends are wanting a helper because I'm pretty sure there is no way I can stop her from going. She even wants me to figure out if a bus could drop her off there instead of at home right after school. (There isn't. I just checked. She'll be bugged.)

Funny how much she's grown up in the past years, but that all she really wants to do is play with "the babes" like she did ten years ago. Maybe this time I will be much less sleep deprived so I can remember helping a little bit, too--if they'll let me. There is nothing cuter than two little babies to cuddle and love. What fun!