Tomorrow will bring two new babies. Babies cry and need food and diaper changes. Babies don't sleep through the night, but babies sleep more throughout the day. Babies don't talk. Jack doesn't talk either, but he can read. Babies don't read. Babies don't play. I can't wait until they can play.
Tomorrow will turn our little family into a big family. If we wanted to stop having kids, we could, and nobody would think anything about it. No criticism. Three kids is legit.
Tomorrow will divide our new family between two hospitals. Eliza and Hazel will be in one hospital, Lucy in another. Lucy will have to get surgery soon after birth, probably after one week. She has tetralogy of fallot. It's serious. We're going to be bringing home one baby at a time. Poor Jack is going to be so confused. He's going to be overwhelmed with one, then we're going to bring home another. Poor kid.
Tomorrow will make our life inconvenient. We won't be able to go out to dinner as a family for years. We won't be able to go grocery shopping without a huge amount of effort. Church is going to suck. We won't be able to go to Sunday school for 18 months (bummer).
But tomorrow is going to bring two little girls! They're going to wear pink clothes, and bows. They're going to be so cute, and they're going to love their mom and dad. And when we get old, they're going to take care of us (I don't think we can count on Jack for that...)
I'm excited for tomorrow...