And then, on that fateful day, my midwife leaned down to me in a private moment and said...
"Is there a chance your dates are off?"
"No...why?"
"There's an awful lot of baby in there..."
Twins. Two babies. One boy and one girl. You could have knocked me over with a feather. Two babies.
And now they're almost three. Had someone asked me if I wanted to have twins and if I wanted to have them seventeen months after their older sister and if I wanted six children all aged six and under I would have laughed and asked them if I could have some of whatever they were smokin.
But we don't always know what's best for ourselves. And this is what I got out of the deal:
And the big sister who welcomed them with open arms and loves them to the very bottom of her big, big heart:
She and Claire are "best fends" :)
Lucky, lucky girl.
Chantel