My oopsie surprise pregnancy (when my son was just 6 months old lol) turned identical twin miracle daughters.

One month of life in the Nicu. After… 2 months of living in the hospital, 3 months of bedrest, a first trimester that knocked me on my bum, an emergency in utero surgery where I was awake through the procedure… basically a whole year of these two rocking my world, from the inside out. Don’t even get me started on all the female hormones in my body MY GOD.

What an initiation being the portal for their earthside arrival has been. These two sure are here to shake some shit up this lifetime.

I have never felt so stretched, stressed, exhausted. Not just from the physical balancing act of life through this season but from the energetic and emotional weight of it all. Life in the nicu is so delicate, tender, vulnerable, and precious.

But I still wouldn’t change a thing. There’s a part of me that’s grieving. And there’s a part of me that sees the divine orchestration of this all. Both parts coexist. Along with many others. 😉

All of me is obsessed with being their mom.

And all of me is obsessed with who I’m already Becoming as their mom; *because of* all of this.

New levels of purpose, power, love, resourcefulness, and receptivity have been activated.

And this is only the beginning.

Look out world. We have mountains to move. 😉💎🦋🦋

Thanks for being on the wild ride with us y’all. This community is a pleasure and a privilege to hold and be held by.

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