Today, last year, I wrote two posts. One on being {making it!} 34 weeks & another a reflection on potentially my last pregnant day. Turns out, I had one more day before Zach & Lucy would make their grand entrances. But I didn’t know that & so many others things that morning.

As I sit today, our small friends birthday party behind us {post to come!}, one year photos taking place later this morning, I could easily let the busyness get in the way of being present.

But I’m hitting the pause button on life frequently these days. Taking in the last snuggles before my babies become toddlers. Kissing necks & tickling toes. And reflecting.

The me of 52 weeks ago was as prepared as she possibly could be. I’d read multiple multiples books, spoke with LCs & the head of the NICU, read blogs of & chatted with multi momma & preemie momma friends. I knew I probably wouldn’t be able to immediately hold my tiny babies. I was just praying they’d arrive okay. That I’d be able to handle it all.

And y’all, with the help of family & friends who showed up, cleaned, cooked, held Zach & Lucy & gave tiny pumped bottles so I could sleep, I’ve handled it. Don’t get me wrong, there were & are bumping patches: where raised voices & dark under eye circles occurred more often than sweet words to my spouse & time for make-up applications.

But together my little family battled through a CPAP machine, IVs, dual days of jaundice, feeding tubes & sucking/breastfeeding struggles & that was just the first 10 days. We’ve learned so much from each other. And grown so much as a foursome since.

I can’t wait to see how far we’ll come in the next year.