Christmas day. I sat on the floor amongst the rubble of gifts and wrapping paper. Apple and James had worked their way through half the gifts already.
Now, they were enjoying an enthralling game of peek-a-boo and eating chocolate.
I was laughing along with them despite the fact that, since I was full to term by now, I was pointedly not eating any chocolate. I hadn’t had any chocolate I nine months, but most of the stuff the kids were devouring tasted like cardboard anyways, so I contented myself with a gumdrop. At around noon, Sara turned up bearing a turkey, and many hours later, we were all lying around on couches, when I felt something. It was a contraction. I knew I would have a few hours before I had to go in to the hospital. I stood up planning to get some milk, and then, something else happened. My water broke.
So several hours, and a very unpleasant c-section later, I was lying in my bed, waiting for Apple and James to meet my new babies.
Two beautiful girls, Evangeline and Emily. Apple was overjoyed. She was a little shy at first, because she had never been in a hospital. But soon she warmed back up, and was joking and laughing and playing with the babies’ tiny fingers and tiny toes.
James was not nearly as happy
but Apple cheered him up when he started crying.
Before long the two of them had fallen fast asleep on my bed, Sara had tiptoed out, and the babies had been placed in their baskets.
I stayed awake though, dreaming of the years to come, and feeling happy, because my family was complete.
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