At the end of last month, our family of five travelled up to the Lake District for the wedding of my sister Emily. We had been preparing for this for quite some time and on the way up the motorway I expect Raj and I were feeling a whole mix of emotions, including, in no particular order: excitement, apprehension, pride, stress, anticipation, frustration (traffic jams)! Travelling that distance to a major family event with three small children was a big deal for us but of course we wouldn’t have missed it for the world.
It’s been a busy few weeks in the Ravalia household. First nights out, first steps, first hair cuts, first full nights sleep and first school visits. Carry on reading for the full stories.
This is the final chapter in my series of blog posts to celebrate the twins turning 1. So far I’ve talked about pregnancy, the birth and my time on the maternity ward. In this post I hope to touch on our new NICU routine, the reality of being a parent to a child in NICU, highs, lows and of course the all important milk production.
Since having the twins and beginning this new crazy chapter in my life, I have created a new virtual village of blogging/vlogging social media Mummies and Daddies, who inspire and support me. I’ve also started listening to parenting podcasts, and it seems that Day 3 is the day when most new Mums lose their shit. Hormones are all over the shop, milk’s coming in, lack of sleep is really kicking in and the adrenaline rush has peaked already. However for me, all this panic began on Day 2; apart from the bit about milk coming in! I’d have to wait a bit longer for that. 😫
I promised you the next instalment of a trilogy blog to celebrate the twins turning 1, would be all about the birth and our time in NICU; but I’ll be honest…I’m so much of an over sharer that this trilogy is going to turn into a series! This post will be about the day the twins arrived: c-section, recovery, meeting the twins and entering the NICU unit for the first time.
Coincidentally I spent today with a fellow NICU and twin mum that I met during our time there, who I am now fortunate enough to call my friend. We were chatting about how surreal it feels to now have one year olds and reminiscing about our time as NICU mums.
Anyway here’s our story….
22nd October 2016 will go down as one of the most surreal days of my life! It’s the day we found out that I was pregnant with not one, but two babies! I can still remember watching the colour drain from Raj’s face as the sonographer spoke the following words. “Are there twins in the family?” “No!” I confidently replied, not for one second imagining what she might have seen on the screen. “Well…there are now!” she declared! One perk of being given that life altering news was that they let us have our scan pictures free of charge, to help make up for the shock!
Everyone knows being a parent can be as tough as it gets but being a parent when you’re ill, brings a whole new meaning to the word tough! Oh and I don’t need to remind you that child illness in this house comes in twos at least! The fact that I’m even still capable of writing this blog post is a small miracle.