This time last year

This time last year I was going to bed in the hospital. I had most likely taken a bath in the giant swedish tub (the only good thing about the hospital), had been monitored several times for several hours by a nurse, had been pushed to take Ativan, "just to help me sleep", and was so uncomfortable I was pleading the doctor to let me go home.

It was the morning of June 21st when I told Dr. Kimelman that I couldn't take it any longer. I told her I was depressed and unhappy. She told me to hang on another week. "Let's just try to get to 35 weeks," she reasoned.

I think I knew that that night was the night. I called Megan and asked if she could feel her cervix dialating? I sincerely felt like the babies were 'knocking' to get out- a funny thought now!

This time last year I was a woman without children. I could sleep when I wanted to. I could eat when I wanted to. I could run to the grocery store and be in and out in a few minutes! I didn't have little bodies following me to the toilet, the shower, the refridgerator. I didn't have cries waking me up at night and sucking on me until I couldn't take it any longer. My house wasn't covered with toys. I didn't do 10 loads of laundry a week. I didn't check the ingrediants in every food. There wasn't hairbands holding my cupboards shut.

This time last year I didn't know how happy I could be. Because of my babies I am exhausted. I am broke. I am in debt. I am the happiest I have ever been.

This time last year I went to bed and woke to a splash! My life was changed forever!