This post by Jennifer Flaten
In honor of the twin’s 13th birthday, I thought I would tell you what it is like to have twins. Everyone has heard the story about the newborn twins that are instinctively joined as one. In their bassinette, one twin reaches over and grabs the other twin’s hand.
Yeah, well, I don’t have that kind of twins. After daughter number one arrived, daughter number two refused to leave. Enjoying all the newfound space, she stretched her arms above her head and refused to leave.
The doctor paused my labor and we waited for kid 2 to switch into proper birth position, and we waited and we waited. It was clear she wasn’t coming out. So, he put the ultrasound wand on my stomach and chased her around until she turned in proper position.
When she finally arrived, she didn’t seem to impressed that her sister was there. No hand holding for them. During the first year, I looked for signs of “twin-ness”. None appeared.
They liked each other well enough, but didn’t seem to disturbed when they were separated. Occasionally, if I had one girl alone, she would look around as if to say “boy I’m sure glad that other guy went home”.
One night, after putting them to bed I heard a bit of thumping and shuffling. I opened their door to find them standing in front of the changing table with diapers on their heads. Apparently, they thought they were hats.
Over the years, there have been many adventures and some mishaps, and many accusations of one kid stealing another kids thunder, but overall they seem to enjoy their twin status.
Now nothing irritates them more than having a teacher confuse them, as they insist they look nothing alike.
This fall is the first year they will be in separated in school. They have only one class and lunch together and their lockers are miles apart. Can’t wait to see how this year goes.
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