Amanda Jessica Hall is a normal 22 year old woman who always wear a smile on her face though things have been rough on her. The man she thought of spending her life with and losing her V-card to broke up with her, saying he can't wait for her any lo...
Words can't explain the amoung of joy and happiness that was surging through me that day. For premature babies, they were quite large.
Liam, the elder of the two was born at 11:57pm on December 1st, and weighed 6 pounds 8 ounces. Austin, on the other hand, came into this world at 12:02am on December 2nd. He was slightly smaller than his older brother, weighing 6 pounds 5 ounces in total. I'm not sure how Amanda and I are going to work out the fact that they have seperate birthdays, but we'll manage somehow.
I sat down in the couch that was in the hospital room, exhausted. I felt as though I was the one who delivered the babies, when in truth, all I did was to support Amanda throughout the birthing process. Man was she strong. My hand hurts like a bitch. She was knocked out cold, and it's understandable. It's not easy to give birth. Imagine having two 6 pound babies coming out of such a small space.
The babies were not placed in an incubator, because the doctors came to a conclusion that they were doing quite well for premature babies, and that with a few tests and checkups to see if they're healthy enough, they can be brought home in a couple of days.
We'll just have to wait and see...
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6 months later...
Amanda's POV
Life as a new parent has not been easy in the slightest way. The boys, who have now gained a significant amount of weight, has been hard to take care of. They sleep, eat, poop, make inaudible noises and cry all the time. If it weren't for Connor, the girls and my family, I don't know how I'd make it through all of this. I feel like I'm going insane. Literally.
They've also grown so accustomed to being held on a regular basis because of Sasha and my mother, so whenever they're not around and we put them down to play or sleep, they scream until they're in someone's hands again. They've also started grabbing after things, and my hair is the main victim of it all. I think I might be bald in some places.
Today, we were having a party for their half birthday celebration. It wasn't anything massive. We invited a few family and friends over to celebrate with us. I wasn't planning on doing anything like this at first, but Connor insisted, so, here we are. It took me a bit longer than normal to get ready, because I had to put the boys together as well.
Photos of their outfits below:
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When I got outside, the back yard was decorated with blue and white balloons and a banner that said, 'It's Our Half Birthday!'
There was also a long table that could hold about sixteen persons, draped with a baby blue tablecloth. To the left of the table, there was a small number of gifts for the babies, as well as a projector, while to the right, there was a grill, with a few shrimps, hotdogs and patties being grilled by Connor. Some persons were talking and laughing, while others were busy gushing over the photos of the babies that were being displayed over the projector.
Connor's dad was the first to notice my presence. When he saw me, he smiled, rose from his seat, came over to me and took the boys away from my arms and giving me a small kiss to the cheek.
My mom was the next to approach me. She gave me a small glass of wine, smiled at me with glassy eyes before speaking, "I still can't believe that they're six months already."
I returned the gesture and hugged her as well. "I know. It feels like yesterday that I had them. My boys are growing up too fast for my comfort. I've grown so attached to them. I can't even imagine what it's going to happen when they're old enough to move out."
"Enough of this gloomy talk," she said. "Let's enjoy today and make it be a day that we can remember for years to come."
We both made our way over to the rest of the family. We all spoke, drank wine, and ate food until it was time for us to cut the cake.
It was cut in half, each piece representing the boys journey to their halfway mark to one year old. It was chocolate, a thing that I've discovered were their favourite.
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We sang happy birthday to the boys, and in response, they giggled, each showing their two teeth at the bottom of their mouths while shrieking out words in baby languages.
This moment was perfect, and I wouldn't have it any other way.
₩₩₩₩₩ Hello, I am alive. XD. This is just a filler chapter as to what took place after the babies birth. It's not much, and I apologise, but atleast it's something.
