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Stephanie

A baby is incredibly hard to look after. The dirty diapers. The

feedings. The burping. The changing. The laundry. More dirty

diapers. The dishes. The bottles. More feeding. Less sleep. It’s

pretty much an exhausting, yet so amazingly rewarding cycle.

But two babies? Two is sheer madness.

Last year, when Adley and I decided that after two

years of marriage and two and a half years together before

that, that we wanted to start a family, we never dreamed we’d

end up having twins. We knew it was a possibility, since with

IVF it can happen, but we just couldn’t have dreamed of it.

My teaching job is incredibly important to me and I

really didn’t want to leave it. We spent a long time discussing

how we wanted to make a family a reality. Adley was all for

the in-vitro right from the start. It was a long, tough process. It

was hard on her, on both of us, but we’re here.

Exhausted, sleep deprived, and covered in spit up.

But it’s incredible. The best experience of my life.

Being a mother is, well, I don’t think there are enough words

in the whole language to describe what being a mother is like,

even for people who are good with words. Yes, it’s a ton of

work, especially with two, but I know that Adley and I will

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both remember each and every single one of these days for the

rest of our lives.

Twin. Boys.

Yes. I don’t know if there’s a point where it gets better

or if it just goes straight from sleepless nights to out and out

destruction as they get their legs under them and start tearing

the house apart. I should be dreading it, but I’m not. I’m

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