Preface: I wrote this blog back in February, a few days after finding out the biggest news of our lives. I didn’t want to forget our initial reactions or feelings surrounding this life-changing event. I had every intention to share this post earlier, but things got a bit crazy, COVID-19 began to spread and I just never got around to it. So, here it finally is; a little update on the Bruggeman family. xoxo – Mikayla
Best Birthday Ever
February 21, 2020 is a day I’ll never forget.
I purposefully scheduled an ultrasound on my birthday. (Surprise! If you haven’t heard, we’re pregnant!) I wanted nothing more than to meet our newest little offspring and spend a few minutes of my birthday with him or her. Being I work at the hospital, I made sure to schedule our appointment for the end of the day in hopes that most of my coworkers would be gone. (My office is literally two doors down from ultrasound.)
Billy snuck in my office late that afternoon, and we made a mad dash to the ultrasound suite for our appointment. We are so grateful to have the same wonderful sonographer as we did with our first pregnancy! (There’s something so reassuring about a familiar, friendly face.) A few minutes later, we got our first preview of Baby Bruggy #2. Two seconds in, and I had to blink–was that TWO small sacs I just saw on the screen? A moment later, our sonographer smiled and asked us how many babies we were hoping for; one…or two?
Time stood still in that second. I felt like I was in a dream. I wish I could’ve seen Billy’s face, but I was in shock and found myself staring at the screen. TWO BABIES. A million emotions flooded my heart – fear, joy, love, excitement, disbelief, and then fear and love all over again. WE’RE HAVING TWINS!
Double the Love…and Hormones
The moments that followed were intense but full of so much love. A love for my husband – my rock; a love for these sweet, tiny blessings nestled safe in my quickly expanding belly; a love so deep for my growing family; and a love for our Creator who blessed us with these beautiful gifts. Goodbye family of three; hello family of FIVE! My heart is bursting at the seams!
To be completely honest, I had a feeling. This pregnancy has been SO different than my last. Every symptom has been amplified – nausea, vomiting, headaches, exhaustion, shortness of breath, you name it. Now it all makes sense. I actually found myself Googling twin pregnancy symptoms weeks before our ultrasound. Believe it or not, I even dreamt we were having twins! Turns out, my intuition was right. Oh, and I should mention twins do run in my family. My Grandma Barbara had two sets of (fraternal) twins. Isn’t that amazing?
About the Twins
Anyway, here’s what we know about our babies so far. We’re having “di-di” twins, which is short for Dichorionic/Diamniotic twins. These are considered the lowest risk type of twins as each baby has its own placenta and amniotic sac. They appear to be fraternal as well. As far as sex goes, we could be having a boy and a girl, two girls or two boys. We do plan to find out halfway through our pregnancy for planning purposes, but we really do not care…as long as they are healthy, safe and loved. Our due date is early October, but we will deliver around 38 weeks per our doctor’s recommendation. God-willing, the babies will be born mid-end September! Twin pregnancies are considered high risk, but we are confident in our care team and will continue to trust and lean on our faith and”village” throughout this pregnancy journey. Please keep us in your prayers in the months and weeks ahead.
I’d be lying if I said we aren’t terrified. We are. Or, rather, we were. But we’ve had some time to process, to tell some close family and friends, and to receive loads of love and support. All of this has helped and will continue to help in the days to come. It means so much to know we’re not alone on this journey. If there’s anything I’ve learned from being a parent so far, it’s that it takes a village to raise a child. I’ve also learned that it takes a village to be a parent. Parenthood is a collection of so many difficult but beautiful moments: failed attempts, little wins, big efforts, learned wisdom, shared experiences, late nights, early mornings, tears, laughter, joy and endless love. It’s so, so hard, but it’s also so, so beautiful. And out of all the shoes I’ve ever worn – daughter, wife, aunt, granddaughter, friend – my favorite shoes are the sticky, smelly, million-mile sneakers in the front row of my closet titled “MOM.”