The Babies Are Coming!

The Dream

I have to start this post by saying that there are no words to describe how I feel about being a dad. I have imagined all kinds of scenarios of how it will be but I can never see baby faces in those scenarios. Last week I woke up smiling because I had a dream where we were at the Hospital and they were delivering the twins. I remember holding my wife's hand and then watching the nurse clean the goo off of one of the kids. The next thing I did in my dream was say, "Hey, Baby!" Then this beautiful new creature that I will someday call my son/daughter looked up with these really big dark eyes and dark hair and just looked at me intently. It was like the kid new who I was and he knew that we were now a family. I also remember how I looked over at my wife with my "OMG!" face. My wife just smiled back at me and the doctors kept working on the other baby.

To The Love Of My Life

Dear Wife,

Today is July 12th, 2010 and it is our two-year marriage anniversary. I want to write you this "love" letter because I thought it would make you laugh. The other reason for this letter is because when I get old and grumpy you can read this back to me to remind me of our first two years of marriage.  I guess I better start writing some of the memories of our first two years.

How We Told Our Parents We Were Expecting..And Then Told Them Again

The hardest thing to do when you are expecting is coming up with a creative way of letting your parents know the great news. My wife and I talked extensively through our marriage about the different ways we could break the news to our parents. I must say that some of our ideas were very cliche. In this post I will explain how our pregnancy news was delivered.

The Challenges

The first challenge that came up during the conversations my wife and I had was how we were going to let my parents know the news. I would like to preface this by saying that we are in an interracial marriage. That means nothing to us but I guess that is what people would categorize our relationship as. My parents understand English better than they can speak it.

The second challenge was keeping the news quiet until we told both sets of parents. We were very worried that if somehow people found out we were expecting, the news would be all over the internet. We did not want to have that happen. We like the people we are "friends" with online but we also are kind of old school and wanted to call our parents first.

The third challenge came in the form of creativity. How could we deliver the news and make it a little bit more special? I believe I am the creative person between the two of us but my wife was of great help on this topic.

You are going to be a dad, to twins!

"Will this be the month?", my wife asked in a doubtful voice. "All we can do is pray and hope that this is the month," I replied. My beautiful wife and I tried to achieve pregnancy for about a year and a half by now. To some that doesn't sound like a long time but to us it was an eternity. As a husband I was running out of encouraging words to say at the end of the month when mother nature sent my wife her unwanted gift. It was tough seeing my wife's face wet from the rolling tears pouring out of her baby blue eyes. It tore me from the inside because as a husband you always want to do whatever you can to make things right for your wife. In this case all I could do was pray and keep the faith.

Our Struggle

Our story is no different from other couples trying to achieve pregnancy. As young couples we get excited at the thought of starting a family. The let down happens when you realize that pregnancy isn't as easy as you think. Through our troubles achieving we heard other couples' struggles and realized that this sort of thing was more common than we thought. After consulting a couple of doctors and trying some different things we decided to take a step back and regroup our thoughts. We discussed the possibility of not being able to pro-create and those discussions were really mind numbing and exhausting. Were we ever going to have kids of our own? Was there something in her body that wasn't working? Was my body to blame? All these questions and no concrete answers.