Twenty- Three

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My babies end up staying at the hospital for a little over three weeks, which works out well because I do too. And in all actuality, the babies were far healthier than I was.

I had lost so much blood- my doctor told me that if I had laid there much longer, the outcome would have been a lot different. Not only that, but I also got a minor concussion, which isn't ideal with two new infants.

So, spending the first couple weeks of their lives at the hospital isn't all that bad for any of us.

It gives me time to readjust to motherhood once again, and the support was wonderful. I think I buzzed for the nurses at least twenty times throughout the night, because I seemed to forget that babies make such weird noises. I swear, every time I would close my eyes- one of them would make a sound and it freaked me out- I thought they were choking.

Also, while I'm stuck in the hospital- Lindsey, Chris, Adam and even my father took that time to finish the nurseries. They painted one a soft pink and the other is a pale blue.

I'm sure it's perfect, though they probably don't have much in there. Which is why Betsy started bringing me over a million catalogs from baby outlets to go through and pick out what I wanted, since I didn't have much time to actually shop for them.

I'm a procrastinator, so I was really relying on those ten weeks to get my act together, but that didn't work out well... did it?

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"Be very careful," Lori is right behind me, carrying one car seat while Lindsey carries the other.

"I can still walk, dear." I let out a soft laugh as I step into the foyer of my home.

I've missed home, a lot, but I'm also nervous that I won't be able to take care of two babies without the help of professional nurses. They knew what they were doing- hell, they've had years of experience and I really haven't. I haven't had a little baby in my care for a long time, which is scary to me.

"Welcome home, TeeDee." My mother gives me a big smile as she moves through the foyer to take things out of my grasp. "You shouldn't be carrying anything." She reminds me, which makes me roll my eyes.

"It's just my purse, mom." I hate rules and I left the hospital with a ton of them.

My least favorite, is that I can only hold the babies while I'm sitting down, and that sucks.

"Here's baby girl," Lori sets her car seat down on the accent chair gently, motioning for me to come over and unbuckle her.

"Hi, pretty girl." I give her a big smile as I start to unlatch all the little clips.

She's wide awake, staring at me intently. She looks just like Lindsey- she really does. She has these small dimples right by the corners of her lips, which become prominent when she yawns and when she cries. She also has a head full of dark curls, which is funny considering both the other girls came out with light, almost straight hair.

"Will you pick her up?" I ask Lori, a sigh following right after. I want to hold her so bad, but it feels like I can't.

"Of course," She bends down, slowly cradling my little girl in her arms.

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