Day Birth Day

Its been a busy few days here in the Day household. Everyone continues to do well, and we're just settling into a routine. Dad went back to work today (boo), but paying the mortgage is an important job too!

Our friend Jenn wrote a commemorative poem summarizing the birth experience that we live blogged just days ago. Her blog requires authorization to read, but she welcomes new visitors! For those who don't have access, I've asked her if I could reprint the poem here, and she gave me permission to re-post (Thanks Jenn for the awesome recap of the experience!) :

Day Birth Day

(a very special poem commemorating the birth of Smith and Addison Day, twins, born August 1, 2008 @ 2:07 and 2:36 AM)

(Congrats to Daniel and Krissee on the birth of their first children)

They went to the doctor; she said, “let’s go;

It’s time to start the Smith and Addison Day Show!”

The doc hooked Krissee up to an IV

To start the contractions they’d yet to see.

An hour later contractions were regular;

Aunts, uncles, and grandparents began to gather.

Smith said “Come on, sis!” But Addy said, “No way!

I’m not quite ready to meet the world today!”

So they settled back in to that comfortable womb

And their faithful doctor left the room.

Daniel sighed; he was ready to rock!

But it turns out his daughter has her mother’s clock.

***

The Days rested all night so they wouldn’t be worn

When it was time to start again the very next morn.

They wakened early; Krissee fixed her hair and face

Before everyone got ready and got back into place.

The contractions got going; the water was broken.

Then, finally, the word “epidural” was spoken!

After all, in Daniel’s words, “Contractions don’t look fun!”

Krissee agreed, and then she happily went numb.

After several more hours, day turned to night

But the twins still weren’t ready to come into the light.

The epidural wore off, and pain crossed Krissee’s face

As the docs prepped the O.R.—just in case.

Then finally the babies decided, “It’s time!”

And Addison headed on down the line.

Not wanting to wear his poor mommy out,

Smith waited 29 minutes to follow A’s route.

“5 lbs. 11 oz.” read Addison’s scale;

A nurse declared, “2 ounces less weighs the male!”

They bundled them up—one in pink, one in blue

Then showed ‘em to family and now to you, too!