Today is the day. I was told to go to the doctor's and be ready to push. Both boys were healthy and ready to go. Garrison and I had sat down, for a week coming up with names that we were for and against. And we had come to the determination that our first born was to be Braxten Gage and our second son would be Camden Blake.
I got up early, not being able to sleep. My back had been hurting, for my stomach was so big. Packing a bag for me and the babies, Garrison went to make breakfast.
By noon, we drove to the doctor's office. A room had been specially set up for us. It was equipped with everything the doctor's and my babies would need. The nurses had me lay down in my thin gown. I was giving anesthetics through my back. Garrison came in, holding my hand. Dr. Johnson came in, checking to see if I was dilated.
Soon after I began pushing Braxten's head made it's way out, and I finally pushed him through. He automatically began crying, and I had tears in my eyes. I then had the urge to push again. I buckled down and continued pushing. And another cry filled the room. Camden was placed on my stomach to be picked up by the nurses. Garrison kissed my forehead.
I fell asleep soon after, and a couple hours later I woke up to Garrison holding a baby. I smiled, and sat up a bit.
"Can I hold one?" I smiled some more. Garrison got up handing me my baby.
"Say hello to Braxten. Camden is laying right here." He went to another crib, cradling him.
"Oh my babies are so beautiful." They both had a head full of dark hair, that were now curly since they had been cleaned. A knock on the door interrupted our family time. Chris and Hazel walked in carrying a balloon saying 'It's a Boy!' I smiled and nodded at them.
"Come on in you guys. Say hello to the new family members."
"They are adorable." Hazel said coming over to look at Braxten and Camden.
We stayed there over night so Dr. Johnson and the nurses could monitor the babies. The next day, we left and got home. I was exhausted but very happy to finally have everyone safe and sound.
Breast feeding them both every three to four hours was daunting. And while one was feeding, another was being changed. Garrison and I became totally dependent upon one another. We had to find a routine that would work best for us and the twins.
Around six or so, Braxten would begin to wake up. I would get up, take him to the nursery and feed him. Afterwards, Garrison would bring in Camden, and take Braxten to be changed. After the feeding and diaper change was complete we would eat. While the twins settled down a bit, I would go and work out a bit. Nothing bad, just enough to make me sweat a little and get the heart pumping.
I'd take a shower, and by then it was feeding and diaper changing time again. After, Garrison would go take a shower while I played with the twins. I then would start on lunch, and Hazel would stop by to see the babies and talk a bit.
Around two, once again another feeding and diaper change. They would then go to sleep for a while, giving us also time to rest. Dinner, bathes, and another feeding and diaper change would be issued once again after their naps. And then they would settle down for the night.
I've never been happier here, with my baby boys. They were my rays of sunshine, and I wished the best for them. But there was one thing standing in the way. Although Garrison was being a good parent, I couldn't shake the idea that it wouldn't last long. For if I asked, when the boys were older, if they could go outside and see the sunshine.
What was I to do?