I’ve told the story at least 100 times. I’m sure if you recorded me telling the story 10 times, I tell it using the exact same words with 98% accuracy. There are most likely errors in the story but the story has been told the same way for so long, the truth is long forgotten. Years from now, my children will tell their children this story. When you have twins, the “when did you find out it was twins?” question becomes as common as the “how did you meet?” question when talking to married couples. This is my story.
It was a Monday morning in late August and I had just found out I was pregnant a few weeks earlier. I was eight weeks pregnant and it was the day of my 8-week check-up. The day before I had had an issue that concerned me and spent the day googling the symptoms (never good) to see if I was having a miscarriage. While my internet findings gave me results that said I could be experiencing anything from a miscarriage to a multiple pregnancy to a normal pregnancy most of what I read said that it was completely normal. I thought it was best to bring it up with the doctor anyway. She agreed that it was probably nothing but prescribed an ultrasound just for “peace of mind.”
My husband had accompanied me to the first appointment, but it was his first day of fall classes for seminary and since we were pretty confident that everything was okay I gave him my blessing to go to class as to not miss his first day. The last thing he said before he left was:
“Call me if it’s good news, call me if it’s bad news, just don’t call me if it’s twins.”
I called my mom to come with me, more to watch my son in the waiting room, but also to be there if something was wrong and I needed emotional support.
While the technician was doing the ultrasound, she was mostly quiet which made me a little nervous. It seemed to be taking longer than it needed to. After a bit, the technician turned her screen toward me and showed me a picture and said:
“Do you know what this is a picture of?”
I had not had an 8-week ultrasound with my firstborn. The only reason I had even a remote guess at what she was showing me was because my friend had just told me she was pregnant and had shown me her 8-week “black bean” ultrasound picture. I sat up to get a better view of the two black beans that were on the screen in front of me. Hesitant to answer, I looked at the technician and then back at the screen.
“Is it, are there two of them?”
“Yes, and I saw heartbeats for both. So it looks like you have two babies in there!”
The technician went back to the waiting room to get my mom so I could share the good news. Coming back to see what she thought would be pictures of just one baby, imagine her surprise when I explained what the two black beans meant. We asked the technician a few more questions and then headed out to the car.
At this point, the appointment had taken much longer than expected. I looked at my phone and realized I has missed a call from my husband. I quickly called him back.
“Well she said she saw a heartbeat.”
“And then she saw another one.”
I could tell he was confused and then remembering his last words to me, I added,
“Sorry, I didn’t call you but you told me not to call.”
“Twins! We are having twins!”
The rest gets kind of blurry. Family members were called. Friends were notified. The events of the day were quickly becoming the events of the story that would be told and retold again and again.
I share this story today because my twins, the ones that were born over a month ago were originally due today.
April Fool’s Day.
And if you know them you’ll agree that this was a fitting due date for them. Because their main goal in life is to make others smile. Whether it’s trying to tell funny jokes (that are never really that funny) or singing silly songs, these two kids know how to bring smiles to everyone’s faces.
They came a little early, but they are still jokesters at heart.