All Grown Up: The Story of Jacob and Renesmee Part I

My Little Trooper

Renesmee

My twins were 3 days old now, and I was finally going to get to hold my daughter. Xandra, but not Mollie. And it was only a maybe, but I was counting on it. They were getting better. Xandra no longer needed oxygen through her CPAP, and Grandpa said Mollie could soon be on the CPAP, with oxygen. So I'd get to see more of that angelic face. She wouldn't look like my little robo-baby anymore. Daddy heard me thinking to that and then started lovingly referring to her as "our six million dollar baby" because of some old TV show called The Six Million Dollar Man.

They were both slowly gaining weight, which was exactly what we wanted. Mollie was gaining more slowly than Xandra though. The day after they were born Xandra weighed 4.8 pounds, Mollie was only 3.2. She would have fit into Jacob's outstretched hand if we'd been allowed to hold her. I'd started to wonder if poor Mollie would lag behind Xandra their whole lives, but maybe that wouldn't be the case.

Jacob and I hadn't gone back to our bed yet. Of course, this wasn't as nice as our soft bed, but I wanted to be near them and they had to stay in here.

We still weren't letting anyone outside of our family meet them for a couple of weeks. First of all, there were germs, and it would just be too much going on. But pictures had been taken, without the flash of course, and sent around La Push, and around the world. Everyone from Sam to little Maggie in the Irish coven congratulated us and told us how beautiful they were. Of course, I already knew this. I'd never grow tired of hearing that, even when we were 100 years old.

Grandpa thought that the kids were immortal in the same way I was. Although we could die, It would certainly take a lot more to end our lives than a human one. But as long as nothing got in the way we'd live forever.

Uncle Jasper had brought the couch up so that I didn't have to stay in the hospital bed all day. My rear end sure appreciated the change. But I spent the morning in the rocking chair, holding Xandra and Mollie's hands. Actually, they were holding my fingers, same difference. After they'd fallen asleep my mom brought us up some sandwiches. Jacob and I were sprawled out on the couch with full stomachs when Swan wandered into the room with her new toy.

"Lookie!" she said holding up what looked like a big plastic mold of Hello Kitty's head.

"What is that you've got there? Wait, did Grandpa change your earrings? Wow, those are awful sparkly," I said.

She giggled, thrilled that I had noticed, and pointed to her ears. "Real! Fake yucky."

"You're right, those are very nice sweetie." I sat up slowly and patted the spot on the couch next to me. "So what's this then?"

"My kitty!" she said climbing up.

As I curved my arm around her I noticed Kitty had hinges. "Does she do anything?" I asked.

Swan opened Kitty up and I quickly realized what this new toy was. "Do dis!" she said, pressing a button, and Pocahontas began to play on the little screen. Swan giggled with glee.

"Daddy," I called. I knew he was around here somewhere, that was obvious. Sure enough, he appeared in the doorway, smirking.

"What?" he asked innocently.

"She really doesn't need that. I'd like to avoid spoiling her," I said.

"Does she really NEED any of her toys?" he argued. "I'm not spoiling her, Anthony has one too, it's shaped like Spiderman. He's watching Finding Nemo downstairs on his with your mother."

With two new little ones, it was impossible to deny that soon my house would be chaotic at times. It might not be such a bad thing if our older two could entertain themselves for 90 minutes at a time. As Swan was clearly doing now, she was transfixed and ignoring me.