January 03, 2008
I can't believe three months has passed. It seems like more. It seems like less. It feels like I have never been without the babies, and it feels like they are brand new entries to my life. I adore them, I mourn them, I love them, I need them, and three months ago they exploded into my life.
I'm not going to write a monthly newsletter to them (that's been done and neither a leader nor a follower be), nor will I mark every single month, but this month is a little bit special - the babies, my family and I are headed up to Whistler today for 5 days of winter fun. We will be there on the 5th of January, which is the anniversary of the first shot I took in the cycle that become my Nick and Nora. In some ways it's like coming first circle, I should be able to hold my babies up to the face of Blackcomb and pay homage to the Lupron God, and lay offerings at the feet of the Stims Seraphins.
In three months so much has happened that describing it makes me exhausted in ways I'm not already exhausted. When I'm away from the babies I think of them often, alternating between enjoying the peace and quiet and yearning for them. I don't want to miss a single second of them and I want to let them grow. I want a dozen more babies and I never want to contemplate more children again. I deplore of the sheer exhaustion and I live to hear that small sighing inhale they make just before they sneeze.
In short, I love them.
In long, I love them.
And there's so much in between.
A year ago yesterday I got engaged. Isn't that strange? It was only a year ago. We are in no hurry to get married and, in fact, I can't forsee it happening for a long time. But still. I love my ring, and I love my memories.
Tonight after a day of their cooing and wide-eyed innocence I put my babies to bed. I watched them, imagining their lungs - once working in tandem with mine - moving inside their chests, felt their warm curved backs, inhaled the sweet milky scent of their formula breaths. A year has passed, three months has passed, needles have passed and tears have passed and I look back and simply cannot imagine the journey that took me from Point A to Point B.
I have never been more confused, happy, sad, confident, or fearful than I am now.
I love my infants mightily.
I always will.
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