In the birthing class that Sarah and I have been taking, there was a couple expecting twins. The two of them were first-time parents and I gathered that the babies were a 'suprise.' Mom was, of course, terribly uncomfortable and dad was obviously rather nervous, but determined to do everything right. Each week, Sarah and I talk about whether we think they'll be at the next class, because while she is just a week ahead of me, it seemed she was probably going to have them soon.
Well, the twins were born on Saturday and since they were still in the hospital, John and Janet called our instructor and let her know they'd love for us to come upstairs and visit since the twins were perfectly healthy and happy and everyone was doing fine. Oh the joy. As soon as we arrived, John - now radiating confidence - offered me the tiniest one, Dylan who weighed a whopping 4 lbs + at birth. It was incredible. I've never held such a tiny baby, but it wasn't really as scary as I would have thought. Erica, who is due the same day as me, helped me uncover his little hand which was so tiny -- the span was probably just a little bigger than a nickel and his fingers were no thicker than a spaghetti noodle. I'm sure my mouth was gaping open. There was something about standing in that hospital room and listening to them share their experience while overflowing with joy and knowing that in just a few short weeks I'll be in one so similar, sharing my story with friends and family.
One of the best parts was seeing the only dad present at last night's class get to hold one of the twins. He said he'd never held a baby before in his life, but you could just sense the awe and wonder as he held Collin with the utmost care. I love seeing men hold babies. There is such a sweetness there -- it's something that can't be duplicated anywhere else.
Well, the twins were born on Saturday and since they were still in the hospital, John and Janet called our instructor and let her know they'd love for us to come upstairs and visit since the twins were perfectly healthy and happy and everyone was doing fine. Oh the joy. As soon as we arrived, John - now radiating confidence - offered me the tiniest one, Dylan who weighed a whopping 4 lbs + at birth. It was incredible. I've never held such a tiny baby, but it wasn't really as scary as I would have thought. Erica, who is due the same day as me, helped me uncover his little hand which was so tiny -- the span was probably just a little bigger than a nickel and his fingers were no thicker than a spaghetti noodle. I'm sure my mouth was gaping open. There was something about standing in that hospital room and listening to them share their experience while overflowing with joy and knowing that in just a few short weeks I'll be in one so similar, sharing my story with friends and family.
One of the best parts was seeing the only dad present at last night's class get to hold one of the twins. He said he'd never held a baby before in his life, but you could just sense the awe and wonder as he held Collin with the utmost care. I love seeing men hold babies. There is such a sweetness there -- it's something that can't be duplicated anywhere else.
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