Yesterday was my first Mother's Day.
If you are infertile, you know that Mother's Day is like Valentine's Day for a single person who just got dumped by the love of their life the night before, except a little worse. Last year was bad, very bad. I stayed in bed the whole weekend and cried. If anyone said "mother's day" to me I cried. I didn't go to my favorite store, Target, for the two weeks beforehand even for groceries because all the Mother's Day signs were way too much. People in my life still remember how bad that was.
I had no hope for the future at all. I thought I would never be a mother. Only one year later, I have arms full of babies! I can hardly get them both together in my arms. Obviously I cried a few times yesterday, but it was happy tears. I look at the monkeys and still can't believe it sometimes. You would think after two and a half years of trying to get pregnant, 37 weeks of pregnancy, child birth, and two and a half weeks of them being with me it would have sunk in, but it's still unbelievable.
We had a pretty average day. Hubby gave me the sweetest card ever and a gift card to get pampered at the salon. My mom gave me some pjs and the best gift, I full night of sleep! I didn't even wake up to pump, so I pumped a whopping 9 ounces this morning. I received many sweet cards and texts and best of all, the babies met my dad, their grandpa, for the first time yesterday!
Me, Grandpa and Ever
Spending time with Grandma (my mom and savior)
The experienced major trauma yesterday, their first bath in a tub!
Their eyes have been open a lot more. They have beautiful eyelashes, even the nurse at the hospital said she doesn't often see babies with eyelashes like theirs. I love watching them look around.