Just over a week ago, my new blogging buddy, Rob Shep and his lovely wife Monica, celebrated the birth of twins. Their son Hayden has been home for a bit, and yesterday their daughter Reese was discharged from the hospital.
This post is a Welcome Home message for all of them. And a walk down memory lane for me. And maybe a nice enough read for you all.
Vivian and William were born in Thailand in a beautiful hospital with garden balconies and a Starbucks that delivered. (No, the Starbucks did not deliver the babies, but close enough).
I still remember the day we brought Vivian and William home from Bumrungrad Hospital.
It was another hot Bangkok day. The nurses had wrapped our two cuties up like this.
I still have the blankets. After the photo op, I re-outfitted my Thing 1 and Thing 2 in friendlier car seat attire.
My husband hired a driver who had a car with seat belts.
I started to bawl in the hospital lobby.
The car pulled up. My Caesarian scar hurt. Everything hurt.
If the babies couldn’t go back into the safety of the womb, I wanted to go back to my private hospital room where nurses rescued me from my babies each night, ensuring I got four hours of consecutive sleep.
Due to space, my husband went in one car with the driver and the babies. I struggled into a taxi with my mom and sister.
When we lost sight of the car my husband was in, I yelled at our taxi driver in an embarrassing combination of English and Thai.
Things were not going well.
We survived the five-minute drive. So did the babies. It was forever. Or the beginning of forever.
This is what Vivian and William looked like when we arrived home.
That was nearly seven years ago.
It got easier. It gets easier.
I guest posted at Rob’s blog yesterday. I interviewed Vivian and William, who have some sage (albeit bizarre) advice for parents. Go there. Leave a comment. Send Rob, Monica, Reese and Hayden your blessings for a journey filled with adventure, happiness, and grace. Here is the link. Go there. Now. I promise I’ll make you laugh.