I will never forget the day Michelle told me she was pregnant, again. I had been pressuring her for some time, and when she showed me the photo I knew immediately what it meant. However, I missed a very important item as I viewed that first ultrasound. Not only was she pregnant, they were twins. I was elated, and I teared up out of sheer joy!
Little did I know the journey we were all about to embark upon was going my life.
The week before Michelle gave birth to Camdyn and Cade we had gone to church and taken photos of her belly (she looked about 8 months pregnant). It’s funny because she thought it looked “so big.” She was complaining, like all moms do, about how much further she had to go.
She was admitted to the hospital that next week, and we all prayed that she would get to know what it was like to truly have a big belly. That night the nurse came in and told us that the viability of the babies did not look good if Michelle went into labor. They immediately started her on medicines to help the babies lungs develop. The pain of the potential lose of these two precious miracles was stamped on my heart. We all cried.
Days later Michelle was rushed to the emergency room and Camdyn and Cade were born. The first time I saw them, I literally could not believe how small they were. They were so cute, and I was so scared for my sister and them. We all cried again.
Seconds, minutes, hours, and days went by and then I was given the privilege, and yes it was a privilege, of touching Camdyn. The nurse opened the door of her isolete, and as I reached out to touch her tiny, delicate hand she squeezed mine. I cried like a baby. The tears were so uncontrollable the nurse had to wipe my eyes and nose. Her touch literally sent an emotion through my body of such great hope and survival that I could not stop crying. It was amazing, I still cry about it today when I think of that moment! In fact, I am crying now.
Days turned to weeks, and I knew they were going to be ok. As we held them and loved them each new obstacle seemed small to me (even though it wasn’t) because I was so elated that they were still a part of my life. And, I knew that they would be ok.
The day they came home I stopped to buy Michelle balloons, and as the gentleman at Dollar General blew each one up, I started to cry again. He looked at me like I was crazy. I started to explain the whole story, but decided instead to just say nothing. What do I care if he thinks I am crazy!