Today is my twin’s first birthday, and I don’t feel as joyful as it seems people expect me to be
Of course I love them both, but I’m sitting here pumping and tearful before they wake up.
I was out on bedrest at 22 weeks. I had a c-section at 35 weeks, and they were both taken to the NICU immediately. I didn’t see them for hours. Didn’t hold them for days. They were in the NICU for 34 and 52 days (which I know compared to many isn’t nearly as long), but prior to the c-section so many people on my medical team made comments about how babies born at 35 weeks often don’t need any NICU time, so I really wasn’t mentally expecting stays of that length.
When they were discharged we had medical equipment. We were averaging 4-7 appointments per week. They’ve each had surgeries. A year later, and we’re still probably averaging 3-4 appointments per week. There have been so many specialists. I couldn’t even begin to count the number of medical appointments I’ve been to this past year (plus during my high risk pregnancy).
Of course I love them both. It’s not a lack of love for them, I just feel like their first year was kind of…cheated? My spouse has been an amazing parent the past year, and we’ve largely done it together just the two of us because we have no family within 1500 miles of us. Now that we’re at their first year I feel like I just keep thinking of everything that happened after their birth rather than just sitting here in excitement.