Tomorrow, they’ll be 7. I can’t believe how quickly they are growing up and becoming young men. Already, their precious innocence is turning into wisdom and precociousness and a wicked vocabulary. I am loving this, and also missing my babies.
PHEW! We made it! Or more accurately, they made it to one year without us killing them. I can’t believe that it’s been a year since they were born. All I can say is that this past years has been the longest three years of my life. Still, what a joy they are. They are so curious and busy and cute and quite funny as you can see from the video above—which is our gift to you for their birthday. They both stand on their own until they notice they’re standing, and then they fall. They have grown so much from the tiny creatures they were when they were born. We’re taking them to the doctor next week and we’ll get their stats and let you know, but compare them to this picture.
Today Jesse and Noah are one week old. They are doing really well and almost back up to their birth weight. They are healthy, strong, easygoing, and eating like champs. With great eating comes great… well, you know. But even though today is their one week birthday, I want to write for a moment about the real champ here. Rachel.
I can’t even begin to express how absolutely in awe I am of Rachel. I’ve always known how strong and capable she is, but the grace and power with which she carried two very large babies to term, and the resilience and perseverance that she has shown in the past week in caring for Noah and Jesse is beyond anything I could have imagined – especially after having undergone birth by caesarean. I know that I would never have been anywhere near as upbeat as she has mostly been throughout the pregnancy, the birth and the very sleepless first week of their lives. She is a miracle.
Rachel hasn’t done this alone. There are several contributing factors that have been keeping her going. First and foremost is Grandma Susan (shout out to Mrs. Hornor’s 3rd grade class at Evergreen Elementary for sharing her with us – oh and to Professor Hornor too). Twins are a lot of work and almost every task requires two people. Grandma has been there consistently to help care for the boys, but more importantly, she’s been there to take care of her baby, Rachel. Also, I’ve been reading to Rachel all of the cards, Facebook posts, blog comments, and emails that all of you have been sending. The love and support and generosity that you have shown has been sustaining to us, so keep it up.
April 23. It is the birthday of William Penn, Will Shakespeare, Shirley Temple, Lee Majors, and my mother, among others. In 1851, it is the date that Canada issued their first postage stamps. In 1939, it is the day that Ted Williams (of the Red Sox of Boston) hit his first home run. It will now additionally forever provide the calendar home for another day of significance: the birth of our twins. My OBGYN has scheduled our babies to be delivered by C-section on Thursday, April 23, 2009, and provided I don’t go into labor before then, thereby preempting the reservation, Grandma Hornor will get to share her birthday with Baby A and Baby B Barach. 20 days. And counting. We’ll keep you all posted.