My body has never approved of the gestation process. After Liv I was told that there would be no more babies. But then I was pregnant, (ugh) and my body liked the idea of growing two humans less than anything else it had done to that point. So as I once again played host to life, I wasn't overly observant of the unusual things that were taking place inside of the bodies growing in mine, or the effects that would linger long after they had been extracted.
Baby A.
She was beautiful. She was the first child I had who was born with hair. Dark, curly hair. She had her fathers darker complextion, my oval eyes, and long legs. She was uncomfortable, and she was loud. Her name is Stella.
Three minutes later. . .
Baby B.
She was beautiful. Tiny, blond, locks about her head, her skin nearly translucent. Then those lips, her perfectly shaped, full, pinkish red miniature lips. She was smaller than her sister, wiggly, but nearly silent. She is named Sara.
Being born four weeks early they were both small, but Sara had always been smaller. So before I had a chance to hold her, and talk with her, she was whisked away to spend some time on the next floor, while Stella was allowed to stay in with her Mom and Dad. This first separation was when I should have begun to see who they are together, and who they are apart. However, being groggy, sore and drugged, I didn't notice.
Alone with Mom and Dad Stella didn't seem to be enjoying life at all yet, even less so, if she wasn't in my arms. She didn't want food, didn't need changed, and in a deep, alto voice I had never heard out of a baby, she would not slow in her sobbing. I tried, Dad tried. She would have small seconds in between her cries, but on the whole, she wasn't happy. A short time later, the long, loud bundle and I were fetched and wheeled upstairs by Scott to finally meet our Sara. Once Sara was removed from the incubator and handed to me I laid my tiny, wiggling, quiet baby in my lap. Scott, then laid the long, sad baby in his lap and the sisters heads met.
This is the moment when I took conscious possession of my brain again.
Stella stopped crying at the exact second she felt her sister's head. Sara immediately became perfectly still. They started to breath in sync, eyes opened together in unison. Now reunited the tiny bodies relax and are finally willing to have something to eat.
*Light Bulb*
Seven years later.
Tall, and thin with my gray green eyes, and her dads curly hair, the globe is in for it when it meets Stella. She's a funny, studious, middle aged child, (seriously I swear she is 30) and someday she is going to run the world. Academically motivated, she retains the qualities of suspicion, strength and clumsiness that displayed themselves in the womb. Quick witted and blunt, she forms her own opinions, enjoys control, and has little care to be a social sheep. She works hard, plays hard and protects fiercely the people she loves.
Her twin is her twin in terms of formidability, and ferocity only. Sara is a petite powerhouse. She is this tiny, nimble, fast, blond haired, blue eyed, sweethearted, assassin. Her aim is to be able able to distract people with ballet then kill them with karate. In the academic circle, she will be found hanging upside down from the ceiling testing gravity rather than explaining it. In addition to her skills as a social butterfly, and defy-er of gravity Sara is a most thoughtful, compassionate child. Secretly, and frequently she is of service to her family and her friends. Making my bed, and taking care of her sick dad. Pulling weeds for the neighbor, and curling Alivia's hair.
Now, as contrary, and different as they are, they are by no means separate. In fact my daughters have taught me more about thought transference than I could ever have learned anywhere else. They read each others mind's often. This is how they communicate with each other. Overall I am sure that they don't know they are doing it, but they do have moments when they notice that they didn't actually talk out loud, and other moments when they answer questions I never asked.
Have I mentioned that they are Pisces?
Unusual it is that to me these girls would come.
(Or Not)
Baby A.
She was beautiful. She was the first child I had who was born with hair. Dark, curly hair. She had her fathers darker complextion, my oval eyes, and long legs. She was uncomfortable, and she was loud. Her name is Stella.
Three minutes later. . .
Baby B.
She was beautiful. Tiny, blond, locks about her head, her skin nearly translucent. Then those lips, her perfectly shaped, full, pinkish red miniature lips. She was smaller than her sister, wiggly, but nearly silent. She is named Sara.
Being born four weeks early they were both small, but Sara had always been smaller. So before I had a chance to hold her, and talk with her, she was whisked away to spend some time on the next floor, while Stella was allowed to stay in with her Mom and Dad. This first separation was when I should have begun to see who they are together, and who they are apart. However, being groggy, sore and drugged, I didn't notice.
Alone with Mom and Dad Stella didn't seem to be enjoying life at all yet, even less so, if she wasn't in my arms. She didn't want food, didn't need changed, and in a deep, alto voice I had never heard out of a baby, she would not slow in her sobbing. I tried, Dad tried. She would have small seconds in between her cries, but on the whole, she wasn't happy. A short time later, the long, loud bundle and I were fetched and wheeled upstairs by Scott to finally meet our Sara. Once Sara was removed from the incubator and handed to me I laid my tiny, wiggling, quiet baby in my lap. Scott, then laid the long, sad baby in his lap and the sisters heads met.
This is the moment when I took conscious possession of my brain again.
Stella stopped crying at the exact second she felt her sister's head. Sara immediately became perfectly still. They started to breath in sync, eyes opened together in unison. Now reunited the tiny bodies relax and are finally willing to have something to eat.
*Light Bulb*
Seven years later.
Tall, and thin with my gray green eyes, and her dads curly hair, the globe is in for it when it meets Stella. She's a funny, studious, middle aged child, (seriously I swear she is 30) and someday she is going to run the world. Academically motivated, she retains the qualities of suspicion, strength and clumsiness that displayed themselves in the womb. Quick witted and blunt, she forms her own opinions, enjoys control, and has little care to be a social sheep. She works hard, plays hard and protects fiercely the people she loves.
Her twin is her twin in terms of formidability, and ferocity only. Sara is a petite powerhouse. She is this tiny, nimble, fast, blond haired, blue eyed, sweethearted, assassin. Her aim is to be able able to distract people with ballet then kill them with karate. In the academic circle, she will be found hanging upside down from the ceiling testing gravity rather than explaining it. In addition to her skills as a social butterfly, and defy-er of gravity Sara is a most thoughtful, compassionate child. Secretly, and frequently she is of service to her family and her friends. Making my bed, and taking care of her sick dad. Pulling weeds for the neighbor, and curling Alivia's hair.
Now, as contrary, and different as they are, they are by no means separate. In fact my daughters have taught me more about thought transference than I could ever have learned anywhere else. They read each others mind's often. This is how they communicate with each other. Overall I am sure that they don't know they are doing it, but they do have moments when they notice that they didn't actually talk out loud, and other moments when they answer questions I never asked.
Have I mentioned that they are Pisces?
Unusual it is that to me these girls would come.
(Or Not)
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