I am wondering will I ever not want to explain all the hell the boys, my husband and I went through when they were born? When talking to strangers I generally tell them the adjusted age of the boys when they ask so not to get the usual "They are small for their age." comments. But sometimes I end up going into the entire history from DNA to presently - usually when they ask when were they born and I give their actual birthday. When the quizzical looks on their faces doing the math, I then break in with the explanation. Or sometimes I just end up telling it.
Sometimes it is cathartic to tell their story. Other times it leaves me drained and upset. I know I can choose to not say anything but apparently I can't shut up about it. Do I feel like their story needs to be heard? Or is it because I don't have those normal new baby stories that everyone else seems to have? I don't think it is for validation - the boys being here is pretty validating for myself. I think it is more so wanting to have the common stories that other mothers have, but I don't. That can make you feel left of center when moms are talking about their kids.
Moving on to the boys - Colin is so trying to figure out how to get all his limbs to work together in order to crawl. It is hilarious to watch. Both he and Thomas have figured out how to scoot backwards on the their stomachs. I may have people come over and race them - like turtle races.
We are still waiting on services from Regional Center (early start/ intervention program). This has been so frustrating. First it took forever to get them in the program and then they have managed to lose their file so we have to do the whole registering (intake) again before they can start services. Awesome.