As we removed each item from a rubbermaid tote we noted how everything was so gender-neutral since we didn't know that the Boy was...well...a boy. We walked down memory lane and reflected on how the Boy wore each item. We marveled at how tiny everything was.
As I held up an adorable onesie in a shade of green and yellow I thought about how little it seemed and tried to remember the Boy being small enough to fit inside. Then I had a moment of realization.
While the human that will fit inside such a tiny and adorable garment will seem so itty-bitty at the time, he/she will need to exit my body and enter the world prior to being clad in such cuteness. Suddenly, the outfits didn't look so small. And then for added fun, I remembered that there would be two individuals evicted from my uterus within minutes of each other.
Regardless of how they come out it will not be enjoyable for me.
I had spent the better part of my life fearing childbirth. They say you forget the pain and it is all worth it. I like to think this is true since I don't have any real horror stories to share about the Boy's birth, but I attribute that more to a really good anesthesiologist with a really good epidural than memory lapse.
My fear going into that was that I would go through a painful labor, a lot of pushing and ultimately end up with a C-section. I could think of nothing worse. And then I became pregnant with twins and can think of something worse. All of the above coupled with a vaginal delivery for one AND a C-section for the other. It happens. What have I gotten myself into?
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