A year ago yesterday we told everybody we were having two girls. We went in for our 20 week ultrasound and confirmed that they were little ladies. We found out at the previous ultrasound (16 weeks) but the tech wasn't 100 percent sure, so we held off on telling anybody for four weeks until we had confirmation. Jake was pretty surprised and scared at first...he is an only child and had never been around kids, let alone little girls. I have no idea why he was nervous, because the minute he held those little girls, he became a natural. He bought them their first outfits to come home in. Sydney wore pink and Carynne wore blue. Even though they were preemie-sized outfits, they were still too big on them. We brought them home eight months ago today.
After they died, all of their clean laundry from the dryer got thrown into the crib. It is still sitting in there, waiting to be hung up or put into boxes. I walked in their room on Sunday to get all of their diapers and I just stood there smelling them...missing them. We took all of their diapers and left over formula to the battered women's shelter, but I am just not ready to part with their clothes. I don't know if I'll ever be.

