On Maxwell's 2nd birthday, I was one week from my due date with Charlie. And so done being pregnant. Maxwell had come a week early when he was born, and so I was hoping that this baby would do the same. Only I didn't want him to come on Maxwell's birthday. Any day, except for Maxwell's birthday.
Charlie was born the very next afternoon. I woke up having contractions, and we went to the hospital and had a baby.
2 years, and 1 day apart. I got what I wanted. And ever since then, I have wished that they had just been born on the same day. Because now we have a straight 48 hour time frame of birthday celebration, and I am exhausted after the first twelve.
Which is why Maxwell and Charlie have yet to celebrate their big days with their friends. I always have big plans for a combined friend party, and then chicken out at the last minute. I am such a lame mother.
Dear Max & Charlie,
I love you more than you will ever, ever, ever know. Happy Birthday, little boys.