This morning I got a phone call at work, it was Katie. She was put on bed rest last week cause apparently this pregnancy is more difficult then her last. We decided we wanted to be surprised on if the baby was a boy or a girl. Anyways, Katie called me about noon and said her water broke o.O I rushed home thinking why would her water break eight weeks early. We got to the hospital and the nurses check on everything, then about thirty minutes later the doc comes in tellin Katie to start pushing. With Skye, we were at the hospital six hours before she was actually born. This was all happening just a little too fast for me. And before I know it I'm holding the tiniest baby I have ever seen. So tiny it scared me a little. After the "ooh-ing" and "aww-ing" we started to discuss names when the doctor said "Okay, let's prepare for the next one."
"NEXT ONE???" I was shouting.
"You didn't know? You're having twins?" he replied.
A sense of overwhelming.......terror ? came over me. TWINS ? What the hell am I supposed to do with those? Doing this once before had me convinced that I was well prepared...but I had never considered twins. The second one came, and I held two newborn babies in both my arms, and took in the feeling of now being a dad of three.
Sawyer Blade Curtis and Story Day Curtis. My new baby boy AND girl!
They have to stay in the hospital a few weeks, until they are breathing and eating right!
