-What are you carrying in there? Twins? Or maybe an elephant?
-Who are you calling fat….?!?! I could feel my blood preassure rising and pregnancy hormones raging.
-No, no of course not love. you are thin as a stick… I mean….
I laughed a kind of exhausted, but expectant laugh.
– No worries darling. I know what you mean. I AM larger now than with Fredrik and they say that may indicate a multiple birth. But you never know for sure. It may just be that I am larger now due to this being my second pregnancy and all. We just have to wait and see!
D-day, as in delivery day came faster than any of us had expected. Just a few days later my water broke when I was making dinner and I had to be rushed to the hospital. When I arrived the contractions were whery stong, painfully and extremly close together. I realised that I had been lucky that I had managed to get to the hospital at all….
But finally registered at the reception and just a few hours after we arrived and I had met my midwife Emma was born without complications.
And so was Linn as well. It turned out that Patrick had been right: It was twins not an elephant!
Being a parent of three all of a sudden was very draining. But as much as I could I really tried to get some big-boy-time with Fredrick and he really seemed to appreciate as well. As the months passed and became years it felt like we were growing closer than ever. But still, it felt at times as I did not know him at all….
He was a very ambitious young boy and spent many, many hours staying late after school. I could not help to wonder if it was because he was very disciplined and had a set goal or if it was that he did not feel at home and appreciated in our tiny cabin where so of our attention had to go to the twins naturally.
But as they say: “This shall too pass” and very soon Emma and Linn were growing up from babies to young children. Emma took after me in her features with her long blonde hair. Whereas although Linn had long hair as I did, the reast of her looks and colours were from Patrick.