Hey  Twinlets!

You’re three today!

Mama doesn’t know whether to pinch herself, cry with tears of joy and relief or just treat herself to a glass of cold crisp Sav Blanc.

Don’t fret when she does all three, okay?

Where did the years go? What did we do in all this time? Most importantly, how did you get to be so chatty, cheeky and confident?

Remember when you first got you home after 2 weeks in hospital? No?

We finally tucked you both into the one cot, side by side.  Just as it all seemed comfortable and sweet, reality struck with a hammer.

There was no turning back.

Not even a chance to sell you on e-Bay.

Your father and I looked at each other in terror.

“Fark! Two! There’s two of them! T-w-o!!!”

And while you’ve kept us on our toes from that moment on, it’s certainly never been dull.

Nothing was too hard, I arrogantly thought. Pure adrenalin will surely get me by.

Then of course, I had to humbly eat my words. The crutches of survival barely supported by frequent hits of caffeine.

I’ll fondly remember when tandem breastfeeding made me feel like the invincible supermum. To have the three of us be so close to each other made my heart sing with delight.

But alongside, there were sleepless nights of tears, pain and desperate late phone calls to the Australian Breastfeeding Association. Confused and wracked with guilt, I panicked I could no longer offer you the nourishment you needed.

And here we are.

Once tiny premature babies slept quietly in incubators, while their parents patiently waited for them to get stronger to take them home.

Now growing into happy boys holding secret conversations with each other.

Sure, there are rare occasions when your tornado twin ways still make me want to sell you both on Gumtree.

But I won’t.

It becomes obselete with the unbroken adoration I have for you. The both of you.

Forever a part of my heart. And my soul.

Mama xxx