And so the day arrived. We'd got through the numerous scans and genes tests and passed with flying colours. No sign of any reoccurrence of Spina Bifida and only a slight difference in size of the twin girls that we were expecting, (yes, we'd asked what the sex was. It's enough work to prepare for twins let alone fret about nursery colours!). So, four weeks before the due date, the powers that be decided that the 10th August was to be the day. Which was lucky in a way because Debbie was beginning to grind to a halt and had taken on the dimensions of a small dirigible.


Actually part of the reason for the decision to bring forward the delivery date was the fact that Emily had stopped growing, so TTTS may have been occurring. Either way it was time to meet the little critters.

Now, one of the best things about the delivery is that the father gets to dress up as a doctor and, short of actually getting a ride in an ambulance with all the lights and sirens going, it's the only bit of fun you'll have on the run up to the delivery. You know, there's definitely something about getting all George Clooneyed up that gets us guys the attention, and the delivery day was no exception. In fact here's a picture of me and my biggest fan....


After much medical shenanigans that really did involve a lot of woosiness on my part, and, I have no doubt, a bit of discomfort for Debbie as well, we were given our little angels. Well, me and my mother-in-law, Viv, were given the babies, Debbie had a small case of general anesthetic to get over and wasn't quite awake yet.