8:39. 8:40.

Exactly 8 years ago, our life changed. Moments we’ll long remember, the anxiety and waiting, the sounds of too many nurses and doctors in one room. The ceaseless beeping, the strained, strident noise of too many instruments doing their job. And then a lull. A silent, suspended slice of time; a wordless, pleading prayer felt in a mother’s heart. Anticipation. Waiting. One small moment. And then some of the sweetest sounds a parent can ever hear.

Times two.

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‘Baby A! It’s a boy!’

‘Baby B! It’s a little girl!’

In that moment, I knew.

From 1 child to 3.

A 300% increase in the span of 37 seconds.

From a family of 3 to a family of 5.

From expecting to experiencing.

Life would never be the same.

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[then.]

[now.]- Home from school on their birthday. Sick. I’m told ‘this is not fun at all, Mom.’ I tend to agree.

8 years. Ready for many, many more.

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