I remember everything vividly. This time around it was different. I could not stand the smell of onions. Even if the onion were in a sealed bowl in the depths of the fridge, I could smell it. I had to stop cooking for at least 3 months. After a while, every smell caused nausea that lasted for days, if not months. I knew almost immediately what was happening and I confirmed my suspicion by doing a test and there it was, 2 pink lines, yet again. Do not get me wrong. I had always wanted a big family. Initially, I had wanted 5 children. Crazy right? But my mom had 5 of us and she made it look easy and we had so much fun and I wanted my children to have that experience as well. 

Pregnant with the girls

We had found our groove with 2 children; Eli was 6 years old and Anayah was 4 years old. They were both potty trained and sleeping through the night. But we knew we were always going to have another one but did not quite plan when. Two pink lines…. breathe. I left the test in the bathroom for Brent to see it and he did not. No surprise there. So, I am like, I am pregnant, and I cannot quite remember what his response was, but we were happy. Baby number three was on the way and I was hoping it would be a boy because Anayah had gotten so much girl attention, I feared if the baby were a girl, she would be jealous. 

When we were 4!

Fast forward to the nausea and the smells just killing me, I am on either my 10- or 12-week doctor’s visit. I visited my gynecologist and I had not seen her in ages, so we were just catching up and she sent me to do the ultrasound. I think she may have forgotten to listen to the heartbeat. Had she listened to the heartbeat she would have heard them both. Anyway, I’m there on the table going through the motions and the medical staff that is performing the ultrasound starts to ask me why I waited that long to visit the doctor, so I’m like from the first 2 pregnancies I think that was around the time I had visited and she’s making small talk and then asked the million dollar question, “Do you have multiples in your family?” Wait, what, Multiples? Brent and I had joked about having twins all the time but just in jest and up until that point I had forgotten my paternal great grandmother delivering several multiples and my mom’s dad being a twin. I’m like “Please tell me there are not 3 of them in there.” She said, “No, there are 2 of them in there.” 

Shiloh & Zarah

After hearing the news of being pregnant with twins, I sobbed for a million reasons and none of them I could identify but I felt blessed. I remember telling God he has a sense of humor. So, it is time to inform the father of the children. “Hi Brent, we’re having twins” to which he responded, “I’ll call you back.” My poor husband was having the same reaction I did. He needed a minute, so while he got his composure, I told my parents and siblings. Brent eventually called back, and we laughed and started to plan for the next step. 

I was 20 something weeks and I had an appointment to find out the sex of the babies. I was hoping for 1 of each. I knew for sure I did not want two boys. I had the names Shiloh and Zarah picked out that suited a boy and a girl perfectly. My doctor informed me that I was having two girls, oh man, two girls, I cannot even do hair and now I am having two more girls. God’s sense of humor shows up again. Luckily, the name Shiloh is suitable for either gender, so I still get to use my names. Eli really wanted a brother, and he was not happy with the news that it would be two girls. Anayah is très annoying to him as it is. Anayah took the news very well. She was over the moon. 

I was 36 weeks and a few days pregnant; my mom was with me and I was ready since about 33 weeks to have the babies, but the gynecologist was not even suggesting any early delivery or anything. My frame was quaking under the weight of being pregnant with twins. Surprisingly, I think I got up to just a little over 160 pounds. With my first – Eli, I was about 180 pounds. The doctor informed me that my dear twin A (Shiloh) was now breached, and we should wait a little to see if she turns. Ok that is fine, and I decided to wait. I visited one week later, and Shiloh had not turned yet, so we had to wait some more. I visited again. I’m 37 weeks and about 4 days and Shiloh was still breached. I am looking at Shiloh now as I type this article. I should have had a clue about her personality from that instance. I asked the doctor if she was going to be at work that weekend and she said yes, and I told her I did not want to be pregnant anymore. So, we scheduled the c-section and tubal ligation for June 2, 2017. 

A few minutes after the girls were born!

Shiloh and Zarah are now three years old and the adventure continues. Having four children is exhausting but rewarding and I am happy I had twins, because knowing my love for babies I would have probably wanted another one. So, God blessed me with two at the same time. A lot has changed in our home since the girls arrived. I am now a full-time mom and at this point everything outside of the kids must wait. My family is my priority. 

The girls on their 3rd birthday!

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