...and his lungs
My sister had her twins. One boy one girl on July 1. I was 10 days late, and they were 13 early. Tony Joe was 5lbs 9oz and Briana-Evelyn was 5lbs 7oz, both were exactly 18 1/2ins long. The girl is the one with the bigger upper lip; the boy has a slimmer face and a scab over his left nostril. they sleep in my high school bedroom, in one crib, or sometimes on a pillow laid on my high school bed next to who ever is with them that night. Only four people have held them(aside from doc/nurse) myself, my sister, my dad and his girlfriend. There father has not; in fact he has only seen them for less then 5mins threw glass at the hospital the day they were born. They are 11 days old today, when they were 9 days old Tony Joe smiled for the first time, when they were 4 days old they let real cries come out in there first car ride home from the hospital, when they were 4 hours old I feed Briana-Evelyn the first thing she’d have to eat outside of the womb and after that my dad held Tony-Joe and I held Brivi and we sang them mrs. robinson(the same song my dad sang to me) as they feel asleep for the very first time. Over the course of the past 11 days I’ve learned what it’s like to appreciate and recognize personalities that haven’t even seen a full season to grow, yet their father has no idea who they are. I find myself kissing them far too often, but I have a gut fear that Rachelle is not. I never leave them until they are asleep, and even then I sit next to them and spit out “I love you I love I love you I love you I love you” until I know going anymore would make it impossible to leave; but I only say it because I have a fear they won’t hear it enough from her. I don’t want to love them like I love justin, I don’t want to love them like a mother would; I want her to do that. But if I was needed too I would, with no second thoughts about it. I drive away smiling to myself, and giggling about the fact of how much I love them. I see my mother in there faces, I can almost hear what I’ve imagined her voice to sound like in their mousey cries. They day they were born it didn’t rain but for a min, and then immediately a rainbow formed in the sky, it was the first time I had seen/noticed a rainbow since the hurricanes last summer. It was like the sky had opened up to celebrate the happening of there existence; and I knew this conception was no mistake.
brivi
tony joe
Bastille day is in 3 days; July 14. I’m a bastille baby.
I’ve been wonderfully happy lately; busy, but happy.
No news is good news. The lack of communication assures me that nothing is wrong. I hope you never need it, but just incase you tell me when to start worrying again and I will.
erin valin will always know more about me then anyone else. and i love her that way.
xoxo
Jessika-Evelyn