Pregnancy is one of the most surreal things you can experience in your life. You somehow manage to create a whole human, complete with blood, organs, skin, hair, fingernails, bones etc… Or in some cases – you do this twice at the same time! It really is rather mind-boggling. Don’t worry, I’m not going to get all scientific on you in this post…this is me we are talking about!
I think back to our second scan with the girls. My first scan was the day after Charlie’s 4th birthday which I can remember as clear as day dragging myself to the local hospital unable to keep anything disn. Plonking myself on the bed apologising for the state of me a chance the fact my bladder wasn’t even an eighth full. From there we heard the important line and were in such shock to find out we were having twins; I have to admit that after those words neither of us really took anything fully in. We had another scan two weeks later which was just after Christmas and just before New Years. This was the scan where they did further tests and also where they measured the babies and noticed a size discrepancy.
Aside from all this – this was the scan where P2 took the title of cheeky monkey. And one that she is still reigning supreme.
You see, when the girls were tiny little 12 weekers, you could easily identify them both. P1 lay near the bottom of the womb and P2 lay just under my boobs. This is how they stayed throughout the pregnancy and it was lovely to be able to see them both at the same time. What we didn’t quite bargain on was how much of a little gremlin P2 would be!
We ended up staying at the hospital for six HOURS that second scan. The test for her sister took about 10 minutes, P2? No no no. Absolute little monkey. We also managed to catch a glimpse of her lording it up being the upper twin with all the space to stretch out and kick her poor sister about.
As the pregnancy went on and I was diagnosed with cholestatis, she earned me the title of the most awkward patient in the pregnancy unit. I had to have heartbeat monitoring every Wednesday and Saturday and the midwives joked that they would book me in when they weren’t on (I’m hoping it was a joke…!) My favourite midwife was absolutely convinced P2 was headbutting the monitor as the noise when it was put on her was out of this world. She really was living up to her reputation of the naughty twin.
Yesterday I had a quick trip to the A&E as she had managed to stick a bead up her nose(!!) and as I rang my husband, I said I have a feeling this is going to be a frequent thing in years to come as she has that cheeky glint in her eye and you know she is so mischievous. She is such a funny little thing as she is so outgoing and crazy yet can be so quiet and shy.
Having identical twins is not what I envisaged it to be. They have been brought up exactly the same, together every single day yet their personalities are completely opposite. P1 loved the Disney Princesses and cannot wait to meet and dress up as Snow White yet P2 is such a tomboy and wants to dress up as Buzz Lightyear.
It still absolutely blows my mind I had twins. I look at my three children and still cannot believe they are mine. All so different, all wacky and wonderful in their very own unique ways. They may be genetically identical but my girls are just like my Charlie boy – wonderful little individuals.