The Gleeful Gourmand: Happy Birthday Savannah and Delia!

Wednesday, June 13, 2012

Happy Birthday Savannah and Delia!


This year has certainly flown by. One year ago this morning I was 34 weeks pregnant, sporting a big torpedo-like belly and standing in a Barnes and Noble looking at books and thinking how truly weird it was that I was looking at books just one hour before having a C-section to give birth to Savannah and Delia. It was definitely a surreal moment, knowing that in just an hour our world would be turned upside-down by not one, but two babies.

The belly. Oh, the belly!
If you look back at my posts from that time, you can tell that I was nervous about how it would all turn out. I was nervous that the girls, and especially Delia (who was the littler of the two) would be okay. I was nervous about how to take care of two babies. I knew how to take care of one just fine, and had done a pretty good job so far, based on the facts that he looked well-fed and usually sported a happy smile. But two? I was plagued with doubts ranging from logistics to scheduling to wondering how our 3-year-old’s emotional state would be when faced with two little lumps who would need me constantly.

Delia (L) and Savannah (R) in the Step-Down Nursery in the hospital.
I’m happy to report that it all turned out fine, though not without hitting some major speed bumps, the occasional outburst (on all 5 of our parts), tears, and sleeplessness. At my worst during this year I will be honest: the thought, “I don’t want to be a mother anymore” crossed my mind several times. The terrible times usually involved trying to feed one baby who was being really difficult, only to have to turn around and feed the other baby. When the bad times were bad, they seemed never-ending, like when all of us were sick this winter and spring with bad colds, and then the stomach virus.

At those points, my state of being can best be summed up by Bilbo Baggins from The Fellowship of the Rings: “Why I feel all thin, sort of stretched; if you know what I mean: like butter that has been scraped over too much bread.”

Of course, Bilbo is talking about the way an evil ring is taking a hold of him, and I’m not at all suggesting that I think the girls are evil and are always trying to take me back to Mordor, or anything like that. But when I read that line, I thought: Bilbo, I know exactly what you mean. I think every mother ever knows exactly what you mean.

But we survived. And here we are at a place I could never envision in my mind: The girls turning 1 year old. Throughout the year we were so blessed with family and friends who pitched in to help, provided countless hours helping us shoulder the burden of feeding, and listened to our frustrations and joys with open ears and open hearts. We would not have been able to get through this year if not for those people. We were able to power through those tough moments, and it all led to this, June 13th, one year later.


Delia (L), and Savannah (R) playing their favorite game.
Our sweet girls have come so far. From the teeny tiny babies they were in the NICU, to the boisterous, sweet, funny, and adventurous girls they’ve grown into, these girls constantly amaze me. Take the last two months. In the span of just three weeks, Savannah learned to sit up on her own, then crawl, then pull up, then taking her first tentative steps in cruising. As is often the case, Delia followed suit a couple of weeks later (except for pulling up and standing, she’s not so sure about that yet). Now they follow each other around the house (not going in separate directions, thank God!) at top crawling speed, squealing and laughing and having so much fun. They love playing with Liam and have so much to say to us, and each other in their baby babble. Their favorite game is to sit on either side of the sliding glass door, leading out to the sun porch, and talk through the glass, and they love to cuddle with us and don’t seem to mind our smothering kisses one bit.

Their other favorite game: Attack the Photographer.
We thank God for our sunny little girls and can’t wait to see the women they grow into. This year may have had its share of long, tough moments, but it truly did go by in the blink of an eye. Learning to cherish every single moment is something having twins is teaching us every day. Happy Birthday Savannah and Delia, we love you so much!

3 comments :

Videopub said...

Great post, Jenna! And I love the picture of Delia and Savannah playing their game!

Heather said...

LOVE the post!

Kiki said...

Happy birthday, girls!! Love this post and your honesty as far as how hard it can be as a mom sometimes. There's joy mingled with suffering--and at times, the suffering is real even if you know the joy is there as well. Can't wait to meet the girls in a month and a half!!!

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