On Succos, we gather our crops, reflect on our harvest. In life, we gather our experiences, appreciate what we’ve gained
“It’s twins!”
“No way!” I was giggling so much that it was difficult for the sonographer to complete the exam.
We left the doctor’s office clutching a yellow Post-it Note on which the sonographer had jotted down the large disparity in weight between baby A and baby B. It was the beginning of an arduous journey into the dark tunnel of the medical complications.
Doctors made predictions. Doctors ordered more tests. Doctors warned us of many possible worst-case scenarios.
The experience of carrying a baby who may not be healthy was gruesome. Every night I’d feel the babies kick and try to track where the stronger, bigger baby was… and where the feeble, helpless kicks and movements were coming from.
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