Glad for One of Each

When I was pregnant with the twins, I wondered if I was having girls or boys. I never thought I would be having one girl and one boy. But I did, which I am glad for. When they were born, and I found out I had one girl and one boy, I was happy, but something deep down still wished I had two little girls. I quickly got over that though.

So, why am I writing this?

My sister, Alyssa, has four-year-old identical twin girls, and she just gave birth yesterday to two more identical twin girls. Twins seriously run in the family. My dad has a twin brother, and his mom was a twin too. And my grandma on my moms side has a twin sister, and my mom has sisters that are twin. And my sister and older brother, Alex, are twins. (Me and my younger brother were not fortunate enough to get a twin....) So it only seems fit that me and my sister would have twins too. Anyway, my sister went into labor the day before yesterday, and while my mom took her to the hospital, my little brother and I got stuck with her twins MacKenzie and MacKenna. And they are identical right down to how many strands of hair they have on their heads... almost. One of them has severe asthma and has to have two asthma treatments a day. I was successful with the first one on the first day (which was Tuesday) but then the little buggers decided it would be fun to play a little game on their Auntie Paige and their Uncle Christian.

They switched places on me. So when the time came to give MacKenna her treatment... well I didn't know which twin was which. I had to call my sister while she was in labor and ask her how I could figure out which twin was who. And as it turns out, MacKenzie has a small red birthmark on her shoulder, and Mackenna has a slightly larger brown one on her back. So Chris and I had to wrestle the girls, without over stimulating whichever one was Kenna, to find these birthmarks and learn which twin I needed to treat. Well, Chris caught one (who turned out to be Kenna) and I caught the other one (who turned out to be Kenzie) and we figured out which twin was MacKenna and gave her her treatment.

(This is sorta what Kenna's asthma treatment machine looks like, but instead of the white tubey thing on the end, it has a mask like the one in the second picture. (Yes, that IS a chicken.)

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The next day, Wednesday, I purposely dressed the girls, differently, but of course, their mother just had to teach her girls how to dress and undress themselves (jk) and this is exactly what they did. They swapped shirts, but not shorts. They thought that they had me, but I got them that time. And then today, they dressed themselves (alike) and when they asked me to do their hair, I put different colored elastics in their hair without them knowing. So every time Christian or I would ask one girl a question, they would both answer. And they were suprised when I was able to tell them apart when it was time for Kenna's treatment. And now they are in bed, reading with their grandma, who switched places at the hospital with dad for the night. And their mom should be going home Saturday, which means that tomorrow should be our last day and night with them. But luckily, my mom will be home all day tomorrow, and she can deal with their game of Guess Who I Am.

So this is why I am glad that Amelia and John-David are not Aimee and Allison or John and Jason, but instead are Aimee and J.D. I can only hope that if and when I get married and decide to have more children, that they are 1: not identical twins or 2: don't enjoy tricking mommy....