Robert the Husband and I worked out that by the time October of this year rolled around I had been pregnant three times in ten months. This picture was taken last Christmas Day. I was pregnant then and feeling very sick. The goose fat that the roast potatoes were roasting in smelt like wet dog so I got out of cooking lunch and instead sat on the sofa eating Twiglets with my Dad. It was a wonderful, wonderful Christmas. The best present we could have asked for.

We lost that baby the day we went in to our thirteenth week. 9 hours of contractions and a trip to the emergency room and finally a very kind gynecologist offered to put me out of my pain and we took her up on it. It was just after the big snow of last February and we had no idea what had hit us. Robert and I left the hospital late that night utterly empty in more ways than one.

So we waited, consulted with our doctor and started again.

Much to our surprise, delight and shock I fell pregnant again pretty quickly. I was pregnant when this picture was taken. It was Summer and all was well with the world. And then one Sunday the strangest thing happened. I woke up in the morning feeling much more tired than I had before. I had an odd feeling that made me just want to cry. As the morning progressed the feeling got worse and worse and until I can only describe it as a cloak of death wrapping itself around my shoulders and there was nothing I could do about it. I went up to my room, got into bed, put my head under the covers and wept and wept and wept. Virtually all signs of pregnancy had gone and I knew what was occurring.

Once again Robert was there, sitting by the bed, holding my hand and undoubtedly going through more than a bit of torture himself. If you ever think I sound like a bit of a sycophant when talking about Robert you’ll know why now. I don’t know anyone else like him and was very fortunate to have never ending and unconditional support from him as we worked through this for a second time.

This time around it was a bit different to the last and we had to wait two weeks for it to complete itself. It was a painful process. This picture was taken one day right in the middle of it all. Jodie took it and randomly captured how I was feeling. Very small, not very strong and a bit desperate.

We needed to get away at this point so seeing as we had no baby to save for Robert & I took off to my favourite place in the world, Los Angeles.

I got to spend ten whole days with Robert uninterrupted. He didn’t complain once when I was in bed by eleven p.m. every night even when we were in Vegas on the weekend. I needed sleep. There was one occasion in LA that I took an afternoon nap and literally could not get out of bed again to go for supper. I think we get a lot of healing through sleep and Robert understood that.

He even took me to Disney for my birthday.

We came back so healed, so ready to move on. So certain that it was all going to be OK because we had each other and that was what mattered to us. It would be alright.

And then we fell pregnant again.

Very nervous this time. Very scared. Putting it to the back of our minds we just got on with stuff.

A few days turned in to a few weeks and then we had another scare.

It was like we knew the drill by this time. I sat in the bath before going to the hospital and just wept again. But by the time I got out I was almost steeled for what we would be told. The funny thing about this time though was that I still FELT very pregnant. Very nauseous and that can sometimes be a good sign of things going well.

So there we were, back at the early pregnancy unit, the scene of heartbreak in the Summer. Neither Robert nor I dared to look at the lady who was doing our scan. Finally I glanced to one side and saw that she was smiling.

So, there’s the baby, she said. It has a lovely heartbeat and looks to be doing well………………and just up there is the other one!

WHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!

We got that news six weeks ago and have been urging and praying them to just hang on in there for another 6 weeks.

It was hard for me to ever imagine that I would love any other children as much as I love these two.

And then we saw OUR TWO……………….

That’s Twin One. This one is on the bottom bunk.

And that is Twin Two. That precious thing is on the top bunk.

We’ve got twins in the family, clearly, so it wasn’t impossible that I would have them but we certainly didn’t expect it. We just figured that our twin quota had been used up with Jo-Jo and hers. We just wanted ONE baby that made it. That would have been fine by us.

So that was yesterday.

We got to see them. They’ve got feet, FEET!!!!

And we love them.

And although they’ve given me 24 hour nausea, hysterical vomiting and a fainting spell over the last 12 weeks it’s OK. At least they’re in there. And they are staying in there until they’re well and truly COOKED.

Why?

Because MUMMY says so!

Lots of love,
Cherry, Robert and our teeny tiny about the size of two limes family.

Now THAT is what I call a good Christmas present.
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