I figured with this being my first post here, I should talk about the first time I met our twins. Okay-so I didn’t meet them in the way you can meet your best friend for a cup of coffee, but in a HOLY CRAP these two gummy bear looking creatures are my kids and before I know it I’ll be wiping their butts and cleaning up their vomit!
They were definitely the calm in the storm. You can read Amber’s account of the disorganized and awful office we were in at the time, but needless to say, it wasn’t a great experience. There were kids running around and slamming doors, people were yelling, and the poor nurse could barely speak english-but felt the need to take it out on us.
So, here we find ourselves.
13 hours away from family.
In some random office (that could serve as great birth control for most, by the way) about to have our first ultrasound to find out if we were in fact having our first child.
The doctor comes in. He seems a bit nervous, rushed and smells of smoke. Nothing against you if you smoke-but a Doctor that smokes has the same effect on me as the overweight gym teacher did. He is setting up his “tools” and preparing to do what those types of doctors do and I’m sitting patiently in the corner awaiting the news.
The event begins and almost immediately the doctor proclaims-“Oh my God, it’s Twins!”. I look at Amber’s face and immediately she begins to cry. She’s doubting the Doctor’s exclamation-you can’t blame her, again this place is crazy. Maybe it’s faulty equipment, maybe it’s a cruel joke this smoking doctor enacts on all his patients, but nope. I can see clear as day, two little gummy bears floating around on screen.
Part gummy bear, part alien-ish..there were my two kids. What’s my natural response? Did I start crying immediately at the miracle of life? Did I suddenly feel overwhelmed and immediately felt the kind of love only a father can have for his kids?
I laughed-out loud.
In fact, this is quite fitting. Amber cries and I laugh. Probably one of the best pictures of our relationship ever.
I think back to all those conversations that Amber had about how she wants twins and how we could do it once and be done. And I think-Do you realize what you’ve done! No in all honesty, I just laughed.
Maybe it’s because I think God has a sense of humor. Of course he would give me and Amber two kids at once. After all I am married to the women who makes lists of lists of lists just to remind us of what has to get done. The same woman who schedules oil changes for 7AM on our day off. And I’m the one who doesn’t like when my hands are dirty. I can’t stand when my schedule changes drastically with no notice. I don’t like when the plan changes.
So here we are. Amber and I are having twins and I’m laughing. I think God knew exactly what he was doing and I have a feeling God may of laughed that day too. He knew this was exactly what Amber and I needed and knows we can handle it-eventhough we’re not always as sure.
I can’t wait to actually meet these two little gummy bear aliens-though now they look a little more like humans. And as is probably fitting, I can’t wait to sit and watch cheesy kid movies and laugh-but this time with them.