Future FlimGeeks

The boys are doing well, and we’re starting to establish some semblance of routine. Day shift and Night shift seem to be working out alright, with some variations and quirks (of course). As they begin to understand us, we’re getting better at understanding them. The process continues…

I’ll remind all family and friends, that we have no problems with visitors, but there are conditions:
- We will rarely ‘invite’ people over, because hey, we’re busy. So if you want to see the boys, let us know when you’d like to visit.
- Call First. Period. Any time, day or night, as long as you call first.
- Be ready to hold/feed/change babies. You may even be asked to do a household chore. You want to enjoy the newborn twins? You gotta earn it, dammit! :)
- Coffee is practically a must, but we may need something picked up as well, hence why calling first is important as well.

And because they’re being raised to be full and proper geeks, the boys have their own email address set up. Send emails to them directly at dalecooper.shipway-at-yahoo-dot-com (unformatted for SPAM purposes)

Updates to follow, of course, but in the meantime..

Announcing the arrival of My Twin Sons.

Saturday, June 23, 2007
Cooper Smith 9:17PM - 5lb 8oz
Dale Richard 9:29PM - 5lb 1/2oz

Saroo and I are doing well, and the boys are healthy and happy.

So, we’re pretty much ready. We’ve been ready for a long time. We’ve tried to stay organized and prepared, and we have done reasonably well. We’ve been ready for a very long time. I’m slightly concerned the *emergency* rock candy will be stale by the time we’re even at the hospital. We’ve been ready for so fucking long. Like it’s some big conspiracy to keep my mind scrambled for the longest period of time. They should put soldiers through this before the war cause if they can deal with this, running headlong into enemy fire would be a cakewalk.

We’ve been ready for a long time.

So the weekly doctor visit comes around every week as per usual, and has oddly become so run-of-the-mill. Uneventful, nothing interesting. Check the weight, check the blood pressure, check the heart-rates on the boys… yadda-yadda-yadda.

Well, this time he decides to ’stir the pot’ as it were. I had no idea that he actually meant that so very literally. He says that Saroo’s kind of over due in a sense (at 38 weeks), and that sometimes an internal examination may help ‘push her over the edge’. I scoffed. I have used that EXACT same pickup line, but to no avail, so I know she’s going to punch him, right?

Nope. Just cause this guy goes to school for the first half of his life, he gets to enter my wife?!?! I don’t think so! I leap across the table swinging, fists of fury flying, as I use that crazy stirrup-like thing for footing. The doctor cowered and retreated from my awesome vengeful wrath.

Well. To be exact, it was a little more uneventful, but my way is more fun. He does his ‘internal’ examination, and says the boys are almost ready, and that Saroo’s about 4cm dilated, and that she’s ready to go at any time, and quite probably soon.

“So, like… I should move around plans and free up my schedule tonight kinda soon?” I inquired.
“Well, soon.” He replied.

Ever so slight return of panic. Almost a sweet relief like an old friend.

“Hello, panic” I greeted, “You look well.”
“Thanks, I’ve been waiting for you to remember that you’re having twins.” Panic retorted.
“Yeah, I know. I’ve been ready for so long… got kinda used to it” I explained.
“It’s actually going to happen now, champ. Don’t you want to repack that hospital bag? I’m sure you forgot *something*”

We made sure we have an extensive list of vehicles, drivers, and backups for each. The route to the hospital is planned and calculated. Just had to remember that we’re STILL ready… And waiting… more waiting…. (but at least finite waiting)

More updates when the maelstrom of contractions make things just a little more interesting

So there’s the wait. You’re expecting multiples, and you’re so concerned about being prepared just in case the twins decide to come early, that when they don’t… you’re in a weird limbo of knowing it’s going to happen at any time, it’s just a matter of when. But not yet. Not quite yet.

So you wait.

There’s any number of things you can do to try and remain somewhat sane while you wait for your entire life to change with the arrival of not just one, but more than one baby.
There’s really only so many times you can repack the ‘hospital bag’, or take a stroll around the nursery you put so much effort into and look at a pair of cribs all squished in there.

In my case, it’s the garden. More specifically the pond (or water garden). Takes up as much time as you like, you can always do more, or less. And if you feel like it, you can do nothing but just sit around and watch it, if that’s what you feel like doing.

Yes, as lame as it is, there’s a certain amount of absurd pride that the water lily actually bloomed this year. Hence the pictures.

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