I don’t know what to call them. My babies that is.
People are always asking, “Are they twins?”, “Did you adopt?”, “How far apart are they?”
I always get tongue tied when trying to answer. Partially because I truly believe I have lost the ability to communicate with adults from the lack of adult interaction and because I don’t exactly know what to say.
I always want to explain and share our story. I really want to say:
The doctors were wrong, after years of testing they got it wrong.
We were told I couldn’t carry past a certain GA and were led to adoption.
After literally being pregnant for 4.5 years and losing every pregnancy, we were finally blessed.
No, they aren’t twins. I guess they are Irish twins, but technically they aren’t.
No matter how much I ramble and stutter to answer, I always end up saying, “They are miracle twins”.
They are two gifts from GOD, sent 7 months a part to two very hopeful people who had given up hopes to become parents.
My miracle twins.
I know that there are going to be obstacles and mountains to climb.
I know that there are going to be some tough questions to answer in the future.
But one thing is for certain, no matter what people want to label or call my boys, “twins”, “Irish twins”, “miracle twins”, They are brothers. They are my babies. And they are so loved no matter how they made it to be in our family.
They are my miracles.
My Miracle Twins.