I Believe in Miracles

Sometimes life changes faster than we can keep up. Most of the time when reality takes a major turn, leaving our head spinning, hands shaking and heart fluttering, it's a negative event that has blown in like a hurricane and changed the landscape of our lives forever. But sometimes, the greatest of blessings barrage us so suddenly shock sets in and it's hard to believe life can be so good. That this is our existence. Questions like 'What did I ever do to deserve a life like this?' creep in and cloud the simple fact that life is what it is… beautiful and surreal and unexpected and perfect beyond our wildest plans and imagination.


My son is 10 months old and already going to be a Big Brother. He crawls, stands, cruises effortlessly around furniture. He walks to you with outstreached arms and a grin full of swollen gums and freshly protuding teeth. Who ever knew teeth could be so cute? He eats like a machine and wants whatever we have on our plate: tuna fish, refried beans, sauerkraut, asparagus. He's eaten dog food, dust bunnies, bugs… and those are just the things we caught him chomping on! He calls for his 'Mama' with hands in the air, waves and says hi and bye, gives hugs accompanied by the sweetest, sloppy, open mouthed kisses. He has no idea all of our worlds will change forever in a few short months.

I am still stunned at the negative reactions of some people when I tell them I'm pregnant again. I've had people furrow their brows and tell me how sorry they are. Sorry? I just announced the creation of a new life, not a death! I don't want your sympathy. Some say things like, 'So soon? Were you trying to get pregnant?' None of your business, but if you need to know the details of my intimate life, we weren't trying not to get pregnant, if you get my drift. The question the annoys me most is 'So, was this an accident?' No, considering I believe everything happens for a reason and I would never refer to any of my children as accidents!

I always wanted my kids no more than 2 years apart. Mission accomplished, with a twist! My brother and I are 18 months apart and I don't remember a world without him. I loved him more than I loved anybody. There are pictures of me holding my own bottle with one hand and his with my other. As the days go by, I have more respect and admiration for my mother than ever before. I say lots of prayers thanking God for my husband and family's help and always one for single mother's because I can't imagine doing what I'm doing by myself.

If I were to have written a book on how my life would turn out, my story would have never looked like this. A Newburg girl living amongst the cows in the country with a hot husband, adorable son, and two more on the way. Twins! In Africa there is a myth that the mother of twins has supernatural powers. I like that idea. I'm going to need some kind of special power to make it through the remaining months of this pregnancy and the next few years of newborns, toddlers, and all the unknowns yet to come. I already have one a special power though, it's called faith. On a recent trip to the emergency room, one ER doctor told me it was going to take a miracle for one of the babies to survive.

'You know what?' I wanted to say, ' I believe in miracles.'

I feed, love, hug and kiss one every day.