My new camera came today. Now I have to figure out all the features on it. I wish my son was here. I would make him read all the stuff, then just show me what to do. He would, too. He might not want to, but then I would complain to my sweet daughter-in-law and she would persuade him to be a good son....... My son is the peace maker and worrier of our family. He is sweet and sensitive and always cognizant of the feelings of others. He is funny and fun to be around. I didn't set out to write about him tonight, it just happened. He has been on my mind today.
Jeff is a twin. He is younger than his sister by just minutes and he was the smaller of the two. They were sort of a surprise. We only had 10 days to prepare for two babies. In that time Jeff decided that he wasn't going to cooperate and turned around. He entered the world feet first. Maybe he was just being considerate of his sister and not only let her go first, but gave her a little help with his feet. Or maybe he really should have stayed awhile longer to grow a bit. He weighed in at 5 lbs 2 ounces and didn't have any of the reflexes needed to survive. He struggled to breathe and didn't know how to suck. His hands and feet were way too big for his tiny body that was covered with downy hair, giving him the appearance of a little monkey-albeit a cute one.
His sister, Jill, on the other hand was tiny perfection. She weighed 7 ounces more and looked like a little porcelain doll. She cried daintily upon entering the world and reached her little hands out beseechingly to be held, I suppose. One look at her and I was smitten with love. They were both swept away to the preemie unit. This was almost 34 years ago and they were both considered to be high risk. The octomom wouldn't have stood a chance then.
I don't know what took me there tonight, just missing my babies, I suppose. Guess I'll go read about my new camera since my favorite son isn't here. Pictures are coming............