"Our Babies"

    This is a switch for me, but a friend just reminded me of the welcoming of our girls, Debbie and Tracey.  Every time Frieda would have a doctor appointment she would come home fussing that the doctor got on to her for too much weight gain.  It was obvious that all her gain was baby.

  We kept telling him that we thought she was having more than one baby but he assured us that there was only her heart beat and one baby.  One evening Frieda said for me to feel her stomach.  There were definitely four bumps where they were fighting each other I believe.  The doctor still assured us only one baby.

    On the last appointment at what the doctor thought was eight months her blood pressure was out of sight so he put her in the hospital to try and get it down.  Shortly after she went into labor and her doctor told us that  a young ob/gyn from Memphis was filling in for

His partner and he was assisting.   Later they told me that there were two in the x-ray after all and the first, Tracey, was breach.  He said the young doctor was trying to turn her and he did.  They were five minutes apart and obviously full term not a month early.  They started fighting in the womb and kept it up for a time.  Oh, yes, Frieda lost about 16 pounds real fast.  I have to wonder if he did not know and did not want to excite Frieda and did he plan on the ob/gyn filling in for his partner?  No I rather think our guardian angel was looking out for us for I sure did a lot of praying when she was admitted.

    I miss the times that I did not spend with them growing up that I should have.  I missed a lot of good times.  It was fun though not knowing if we would have two girls for the weekend or have ten or twelve on pallets in the living room floor.  We still have a special love for all the kids who spent nights with us and were a part of our family and still are.

     They often went their separate way but once in college they became best friends and I am happy to say they remain best friends.

    They are hardly alike but it is uncanny, how living at least seventy miles apart, they end up wearing the same outfits.

    I am so proud of the job my wife did in raising two good, caring, Christian girls.  When they read this my name may be changed to Mudd.