Remembering

Yesterday just after lunch, I was holding Rhys in the kitchen looking out the glass door. He had been fussy and not taking normal naps which meant he and Owen were not sleeping at the same time. I was in the midst of a giant pity party that my quiet time was not going to happen when I remembered. A year ago yesterday- after lunch- I was in Houston, Texas. I was in the middle of a 1.5 hour long fetal echocardiogram- a scan that showed that Baby B- Rhys was Baby B then- that Baby B’s heart was starting to have irregular patterns. It showed that the TTTS was progressing and that time was getting short. It confirmed that we had taken the right step in flying to Texas for this space-age surgery. I mean really- who has laser surgery in their uterus with their twins in there?

Rhys

And I looked at my son in my arms- my healthy, strong, perfect child- and cried. I cried over him and how this moment almost wasn’t. All that pity- no more. How can I pity the miracles I’ve seen in my life? How can I begrudge the biggest blessing ever? I have four incredible children- FOUR. I wondered so many times if I’d ever see these days. These days are hard but they are precious. And you would think after all we went through that I wouldn’t forget it. But I do.

Owen left Rhys right

Did I ever tell you that there is one doctor who lives in Spartanburg who is trained to deal with TTTS? And that one doctor just happens to go to our 350ish member church. And that doctor just happens to have a daughter in my oldest daughter's class at church. A class that Kiran is actually 7 days too young for but she just happened to be put into that class anyway. And that Kiran and his daughter just happened to become friends which lead to us befriending the parents. Discovering the twins- a facebook message- a doctor who was able to get me a Maternal Fetal appt one month earlier than my original appointment. My original appointment was for Dec 2- that’s two weeks after I had surgery. I can’t even think about what our outcome would have been if we hadn’t gotten in much earlier. Less than 10% survival rate.

Owen

So today we purposed to remember….to remember what God has done for us. How He was working on behalf of these boys long before we even thought of them. How He preserved their lives and not just their lives but their health also. And what better to remember than with cookie cake?

Anyone get the double meaning?

I am so incredibly thankful and joyful that this holiday season is going to be filled with lots of laughter and music and baking yummy goodies. I have a fresh excitement for the holidays and I can’t wait to share them with my sons.