"Blessed"

 

“I cannot do this anymore” Jinah weakly said as she put the bowl aside. When I looked at her, she didn’t seem like my usual wife, she’s not the woman I usually spend my day with. This woman in front of me was the version of her super moody mood. Jinah had her hair made into a messy bun as she wore her sleeping dress and sandals, bending her legs on the chair. She looked pale, messed up, and weak. And it happened in four weeks span after we knew that she’s pregnant, carrying our second baby.

“You haven’t eaten anything since yesterday, Jinah” I told her, placing the plate in front of her again, but she just shook her head.

“I’m not hungry” she replied.

“At least eat this for the baby... you’ve been losing your weight, Jinah” I said, sitting next to her and tried to feed her with the porridge, since she couldn’t eat anything else.

“I don’t want one” she said and stood up, heading to the bathroom.

“Are you going to throw up again?”

I didn’t hear any reply but then the sound of her vomiting was heard and I immediately walked to the bathroom, only to find Jinah sitting at the corner of the bathroom with her head leaning to the wall. It had been like this, she got it worse than her first pregnancy. Jinah started to lose her appetite, being a picky eater, vomit uncontrollably, and she’s being the moodiest person ever. I wasn’t surprised anymore to wake up finding her crying, thinking that she’s not a good mother for not eating well or suddenly thinking of our first baby, and she could just cry and cry again, which made me confused because after she’s done with her cry, she would just act like there’s nothing. And I thought I was the crazy one here.

I cleaned her up and helped her to change her clothes, bringing her to our bed. I ended up asked the maid to prepare a warm tea for her as Jinah was looking as weak as she lying on the bed. I looked at her with a worry look, she’s totally a mess. I noticed how her collarbone showed the crook of it and how light she was when I brought her to our room. She’s been losing weight simultaneously; and asking my mother and her mother was not a help as well. She refused to eat the past four days; she only drinks the pregnancy milk and sometimes the fruit juice. But other than that, she’s rarely eating.

“It would be gone after the first trimester, Kris” Sora said as she prepared the cookies and some ice cream on the bowl.

After receiving my call about Jinah’s condition, Sora made a visit in between her lunch time at the hospital to our home. Jinah was enjoying a day out at the backyard with little Kangwoo while Sora and me made an excuse to go to the kitchen, preparing some snacks.

“You could see how tiny she was, couldn’t you?” I said as I watched Jinah laughing with Kangwoo. The baby bump slightly appeared and although her body looked thin, I’m still happy to see her cheeks went chubbier a bit.

Sora nodded in sure. “It’s different in every woman, sometimes it could be hard, sometimes it’d be easy like you don’t feel like you’re pregnant. I think she just happened to experience it...”

“But it’s so different with her first pregnancy. I mean, she’s vomited like crazy as well, but at least she’s still in the mood to have some food” I frowned, looking at Sora in confused. “She rarely had her meal and when she finally could eat, it would be followed by the heavy vomit”

“I know, I know. But it’ll be over, Kris. Once she stepped to the week 16th, she’d be better” Sora said, assuring me.

I just looked over Jinah from the kitchen as I saw her and Sora chatted at the backyard while they’re watching Kangwoo running around here and there. At least she ate her ice cream like it’s the most delicious food ever in this world and as for the cake; I knew she’s so good in eating those sweet foods.  

On the other day, I would find her so clingy towards me.

It’s one of the mornings when I didn’t awake because of her vomiting sound. It wasn’t like I hate to hear that sound, but it’s been my morning alarm for the past few weeks and I would immediately jumped from my bed to help Jinah taking care of herself, which she rarely done due to the pregnancy. I would then console her to reassure that she’s fine, she’s okay, and she needs not to worry about being ugly around me. Her self esteem was the lowest; even her father could not talk with her without making her suddenly crying. Jinah had been through a tough change in her life that sometimes I couldn’t keep up.

But that morning, she was really so calm and everything seemed perfect. I woke up slightly and noticed that we’re holding hand with Jinah’s body turned to her right side, facing me. During the pregnancy, she would be having a hard time to sleep, although the bump was not yet growing bigger. We could spend almost an hour just to help her adjust to the best sleeping position that made her feeling comfortable.

I planted a soft kiss on her forehead before I slowly unattached our hands, getting ready to wake up since I had a morning meeting. I didn’t want to wake her up, she rarely had a good sleep so I tried my best to slowly move but then she tightened her grips on my hand and slowly opened her eyes.

“Hey, Baby” I greeted her, smiling as I saw her confused face.

“Is it morning already?” she asked me with her hoarse voice, narrowing her eyes as she felt it still hard to fully opened it. I nodded, tucked her hair strands to the back of her ear. “Where are you going?” she asked me again.

“Work, of course. I had a morning meeting. I’m sorry if I wake you up...” I said to her, kissing her forehead once again. “Sleep some more”

Jinah shook her head. “Stay here”

“Honey?”

“Stay here” she repeated, lying on her side again, pulling my hand so I could move closer to hear. I managed to follow back lying on the bed again, looking at her in confused.

“What is it now? You want me around you?”

Jinah nodded, putting her arm around mine, placing a soft kiss on my guns. I let out a chuckle and turned to my side so I could see her better.

“Is it you or the baby who wants to see me?” I asked her again. Jinah looked up and after staying silent for a while as she played her fingers on my skin, she took my arm away from my body and then filled her body in the space between my body and my arm. 

“The baby wants me to do this...” she said, before sniffing on my body scent around my chest as well as the underarm area. It reminded me the moment when we’re getting intimate the first time ever. Back then, she was so crazy about my scent that we ended up spending a night together, because I couldn’t help but wanting her the same way. I noticed that habit didn’t vanish yet...

“You’re being a little when you’re pregnant, hmm?”  I , running my fingers through her hair. Jinah was giggling but then she moved up, half hovering me.

“That’s what the baby wants. But I want this...”

I was not ready for what happened next. Jinah just let her lips fell above mine and we kissed, open mouth. It’s surprising, ticklish, unexpected, yet sweet. I found myself kissing her back with equal passion that made her smiled to the kiss, not hesitating to kiss me some more. It was really shocking me, in a good way of course, but her drive was a bit higher when she’s pregnant. She always looked for excuse to touch me, kiss me, or suddenly walking to me, just asking for a hug. This time, it’s really different. This pregnancy really changed her as well as our relationship. But I’m glad that it was for the better since we got used to each other’s presence.  

“Baby” she called me when we’re pulling away from each other.

“Hmm?”

“Bathroom”

I smiled to her request. Oh no, she’s not going to ask me to go down on her at the bathroom like we usually do, right? It’s the first time though...  

I shook my head. “Not today, not when you’re pregnant...”

“Bathroom, please. I’m going-“ Jinah suddenly closed with her palm and I knew what would follow if I didn’t quickly bring her to the bathroom. In seconds, I made it to bring her to the bathroom where she vomited heavily, once again. I should know that it’s too soon for her to stop this morning sickness. As I helped her to get up and brought her to the bed again, I rubbed her stomach softly.   

Be good to your mom, little baby...

 

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I was looking at my reflection on the mirror. I didn’t recognize who that person was. It wasn’t myself, I swear. I shook my head as I closed my eyes, feeling annoyed that I’ve changed into something I couldn’t imagine in such a short time.

It’s my 12th week and finally I stopped having my morning sickness. I started to cope up with the food and feel way better than before. It’s like a hurricane, the first few weeks after I knew that I’m pregnant, but now that the bump started to appear and I’m adjusted to my pregnancy state, I need to get back to the old me. And there’s nothing better than starting from my appearance.

“Should I cut my hair short, Mom?” I asked my mother who’s just walked in to the living room, bringing a bowl of chicken soup that I requested for her to make. I really felt thankful to have my mother with me; she’s been very attentive since I started to have a bad morning sickness and a bad mood swing. This pregnancy seemed to be a bit different, I was easily feeling exhausted and I refused to eat anything, no matter how hungry I felt. It seemed that the smell of the meals already annoyed me, it was so weird, and I was so full of food before.

“You love your hair long, but if it will make you feel better, I think there’s nothing wrong with cutting it...” she said as she took a brush and started to comb my hair.

“What would I do without you?” I looked at her, pouted, but then moved closer to her, hugging her warm body.

“Already pregnant and still act like a baby...” my mom replied, kissing the top of my head.

“I wonder why I had so many fights with you back when I was teenager... You’re the only person who can understand me so well, Mom” I told her, softly rubbing on my stomach.

“It’s something one can’t deny... A daughter will always have a fight with her mother, but in the end, they will make up...”

“And fight again...” I said, pouting my lips.

“And later on, when you have your own babies, they will do the things you’ve ever done to your parents... Just so you could understand what your father and I felt back when you did it to us...” she pinched on my nose, but then smiled and released it. “Oh, I still couldn’t believe that the baby I have is about to have a baby as well...”

“Oh my God, why you’re suddenly being this dramatic, Mom?” I rolled my eyes, tickling her waist. She giggled and avoided me, only to have her arms around my shoulder, back hugging me on the couch.

“You’re less romantic... Just like your father” she commented.

“Oh please”

“I bet Kris is such a romantic guy?”

I smiled to myself, biting on my lower lip. Was Kris a romantic person? Well, he is romantic. He could always make me feeling loved, cared, and safe. He’s not that all lovey dovey though, he could appear very cold, unattached. But in other times, when he felt like having me around him, he would be very sweet.

“Not going to tell” I replied to my mom.

“You don’t have to say, your pink blush already said it all...” she said. “Anyway, when is your next check up?”

“The day after tomorrow, I already made appointment with the hospital. Why?”

My mom rubbed on my stomach softly. “It’s a little weird. You haven’t gained any weight; in fact, you’re losing it and didn’t appear like a pregnant woman although I could see your bump... Ask the doctor to check up on your health as well, ok?”

I nodded slowly. I knew her worries; it’s true, I haven’t gained weight. On my first pregnancy, I was quickly gained weight and having a hard time to stop munching on anything. But recently, I’ve been refusing to eat while I kept vomiting heavily. And judging from how I looked, I was terribly looking like I’m having insomnia with those dark circles and thin cheeks.

I started to feel a bit worry and scared, I’m afraid that if I kept avoiding eating, I could put my baby in danger. I didn’t want that, I’ve once losing my own blood, I knew how it hurting me and I didn’t wish to experience it again. But no matter how I tried to calm myself, I kept thinking about the worst possibility. I didn’t say it to Kris, but if the doctor ever suggested me to abort my baby, considering the horrible condition of my pregnancy, I would never agree to it. I would rather have myself tortured than to give up on my baby. I’m sure of it.

“Relax, Mrs. Wu. You’ve been looking so intense since you walked to this room” Dr. Ma looked at me with a worried look, but still, the pretty doctor smiled warmly to me. “How are you?” she asked me, started to engage me in a conversation as she checked up on my blood pressure and heart beat.

“Not too good” I replied shortly. She smiled to me and then looking at Kris who’s sitting next to me as he held on my hand.

“Is she having sleeping trouble?” she asked him. Kris quickly nodded and since Dr. Ma was once his family doctor, he built comfortable communication with the doctor. I was wondering if he ever thinks to try hitting on Dr. Ma. Oh, my jealousy... Darn, this mood swing was indeed dangerous...

“In her sleep sometimes she looked stressful. She always had hard time breathing until she’s awakened” Kris responded to the doctor’s question.

“Yes, the dark circles explained that. Do you have trouble in eating as well, Ma’am?”

This time I nodded. “I couldn’t eat anything... I wanted to vomit”

“Is it only on the first week of pregnancy? Like one or two weeks?”

“It’s just stopped, recently. But I still found eating to be a bit challenging. I stopped vomiting, but the amount of food I could consume was still few...”

Dr. Ma just nodded after she checked on my heart beat. After that, she brought the tip of my loose blouse up to below my chest, revealing my stomach. I noticed the cute little bump, smiling at myself. It was a little habit I developed since I knew that my little baby was inside there... Of course I didn’t tell Kris about this habit as well; it’s a secret between me and this baby. I let out a small sighed when the cold gel being spread around my stomach. I’ve been doing this before, but still, it gave me a ticklish cold feeling when the gel was put there.

“Okay, Mom and Dad, are you ready to see your baby?” Dr. Ma said as she smiled prettily before she looked at the screen where my baby was displayed.

Dr. Ma was usually talkative about my baby condition, sometimes telling me about the size of the baby or anything, but this time she kept silent and sometimes frowning. And even before I could ask her, Kris already said the things I wanted to say.

“Is everything alright?”

Dr. Ma only hummed, but she looked a bit serious before she looked at me. “Do you want to hear your babies’ heartbeat?”

I slightly frowned as I looked at her and then to Kris who actually looked as puzzled as I am. She didn’t wait to our reply to listen to the sound of the baby’s heartbeat to us. Just like the first time I’ve heard it, I felt very touched to listen to it. It sounded a bit noisy, but it’s normal and to know that this heartbeat came from inside me made the experience felt more emotional. I grasped on Kris’ hand when I spotted him looked to the screen with an equally touched expression. It’s so priceless, his face when he looked at the screen, listening to our baby’s heartbeat...

“Say hi to your babies, Mom and Dad” Dr. Ma said, as she moved around the tools, making me listened to noisier sound.

“Pardon me, Doc?” Kris asked her, a bit confused with what she said.

Dr. Ma turned to face us and smiled widely. “I’ve just found the reason of your pregnancy condition, Mrs. Wu. You’re carrying a twin, that’s why you kept vomiting badly and easily getting exhausted. It’s just about time for you to get on your right diet to support this pregnancy” she explained, wide smile.

I couldn’t say anything towards Dr. Ma’s words. All I did was having my lips covered with my palm as my other hands grabbing on Kris’ hand tightly, on which he replied with a soft of his thumb on my skin.

“We’re having twins?” Kris asked, almost not believing what he heard. “Are you serious?”

Dr. Ma chuckled but then nodded. “Of course I’m being serious here, Mr. Wu. Do you see this short line and the other one next to it? That’s your future twins” she smiled at the end of her words. “I didn’t notice the first time you check up on your pregnancy, but it becomes clear, you’re expecting twins” she added, focusing on the area where I could see those two lines.

Twins. Double. Two kids in one time. It’s just... Oh my God. I couldn’t help but letting out tears, the happy one, of course. Kris was still amazed to know that we’re going to have twins and I was busy trying myself not to cry although it’s hard. The corner of my ears kept having tears but knowing that I’ve been crying too much during this pregnancy, I had my eyes shut for a while. I smiled, a very big wide smile, towards myself and when I opened it, I found my husband was looking at me with such a loving smile.

“It’s a twin, Baby”

I nodded to him, smiling although I had some tears around my eyes. Kris wiped for it and cupped my face, the skin softly.

“Don’t cry. You’re a mother of two...” he said, sniffling as he showed me his red eyes. He’s almost crying as well, I knew, but I thought that he’s doing a good job to not letting out tears in front of me. I would be crying as well if he cried...

I didn’t listen to whatever Dr. Ma said after that. I was on my own world, thinking about the twins I had inside me. I really wasn’t expecting twins, I didn’t even think about having twins, all I wanted to make sure is that my babies are in a good condition. But to know that I’m going to have twins, I felt all happy and cheerful again. So that’s why I was always looking pale and extremely got tired easily, I’m carrying two little babies inside me.

When we’re done with the checkup, I couldn’t stop looking at the sonogram in my hands as I held hand with Kris, looking on it again and again and again. We couldn’t believe the miracle that’s just happened. First, I’m pregnant, like I finally could get pregnant after all the negative possibility for me to have a baby. Second, it came in a double package, twins! I really couldn’t stop to smile and giggle and kept talking how I felt so disbelief with this reality. And we decided to celebrate this little gift from heaven.

If Kris started to be more protective towards me since he knew that I’m pregnant, once he knew about the twins all he did was reserving a table for two at one of his favorite steak house.

“We’re going to feed you and these little two inside here...” he said, as he looked to my little bump. “Promise me you will take care of yourself and the babies well, okay?”

I just nodded and smiled.

“Will do, Sir”

I welcomed you two in my life, my dear twins...

 

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Time flies, weeks passed, and after so many sleepless nights due to her pregnancy, Jinah could now easily moving around and adjusting her sleeping position; two things that were impossible to do ever since her stomach grew bigger and bigger. I could tell that compared to her previous pregnancy, it’s bigger, harder, and heavier.

Our little baby apparently started to ask for meals rather than throwing it up like how their mom used to do. Jinah fully done with her morning sickness and instead of running to the bathroom to vomit like she usually do, my woman started to munch on everything, every time, every single moment possible. She craved lots of food: traditional Korean food (on which my mother in law prepared almost every day!), western cuisine, pasta, Japanese snack, hamburgers, pasta, more pasta, and of course, Chinese food. My mother sometimes cooked for her when she’s in Seoul. I could tell she felt excited as well to know that she’s going to get twins grandchild. And by the love of everybody that’s surrounding us; I knew that my babies would be loved by so many people.

Sora managed to visit Jinah anytime possible. She was so happy to know that we’re expecting twins; she always paid attention to Jinah as well. Again, I was so grateful to have so many good people around us. Jongin still loved to run errands for me; buying Jinah all foods she wanted whenever I was too busy in the office. I tried my best to go home on time, but the works and meetings always are the border. I appreciated what Jongin did to us, especially when he needs to go so far to get Jinah’s favorite burgers.

And to know that we’re having so many friends supporting us made us thinking that for the room decorating, we wanted to spend time together, just the two of us getting excited preparing the baby room. Realizing that we need to change the layout and the whole display, we requested the room to get re-layout and painted to neutral color. Jinah and I had decided that we’re not going to check the babies’ gender; we wanted it to be surprise later on when she delivered the babies. Mmoreover, to stop the tendency of the elder to check on her.

Oh well, my big family had a hard time to accept my marriage with Jinah, just because they knew she’s having problem to have a baby. But now that we’re expecting, with twins as well, they couldn’t stop asking me to tell everything about Jinah, things I wasn’t really comfortable with. But since my mother told me that I have to be polite, I still let them knew about our latest update. I could tell there’s no one felt bad about the pregnancy. Everyday seemed to be a wonderful day, although sometimes I fought with her for unimportant things, like...

“It’s blue, Honey”

“No, it’s green”

“Are you having blind color or what? It’s blue!”

“Green, Jinah. Green, don’t you see it?”

Yes, wallpaper. We’re fighting over a sample of wallpaper that looked a bit green and a bit blue, we couldn’t decide though... And since the color was confusing and we plan to have boy/boy, girl/girl, or boy/girl twins, we painted the wall in crème color, with a bit splash of yellow.

The baby room that was having blue color turned into a warmer one with double cribs so the babies later on could fit into their own bed. Jinah still love the stuffed animals and soft carpet, we got the whole floor covered. We bought several neutral color clothes as well and already packed some of the clothes as our preparation for her labor. We didn’t let any time missed without checking on our preparation to welcome the baby and as much as she’s scared with the failure on her pregnancy, to finally be three weeks away from her labor was such a breathtaking experience I had here.

“What if it’s girl/girl babies?” Jinah asked me as she leaned to the giant bear that I bought for her the first time I knew we’re having a baby boy back then.  

“It’s okay, I will be surrounded with pretty girls around me, I would be happy” I responded, lying next to her on other giant doll bears that I bought next, avoiding the babies feeling jealous with one doll bear only.

“Would you love it more if it’s boy/boy babies?” she asked me again, holding on my hand this time.

I shook my head, making her frowned. “I would only want you and our babies to be safe...I didn’t ask much” I replied, smiling to her as I slowly rubbing on her huge bump.

Jinah drastically gained weight; her cheeks got chubbier, her legs and arms swollen, but I’d say that she looked so pretty despite her insecurity on the first few weeks when she gained almost 20 kilos in such a short time. My wife was on her lowest condition, so to keep her positive thoughts in mind was a challenging work. It wasn’t always a good day in our marriage, but every fights and argues always brought us to understand more that love is not the only thing that’s important in a relationship. Effort, understanding, trust, honesty, those made a good basis of relationship and that’s exactly what we’re doing. Jinah was not always the best person to share all my stories and I might not be the most patient husband she might have, but we dealt with it and here we are.

“I could imagine already, Baby...” she said with a sweet voice, smiling to herself. “In this room, they’re going to cry, laugh, sleep; later on they might learn to walk here as well...”

I was smiling too... Imagining cute two little babies in this room, running around, falling, crying, or even fighting with each other.

“What kind of parents we’re going to be?” I asked her. Jinah looked up to the ceiling, rubbing on my palms as we kept having each other’s hand.

“I would be a protective mother, I bet. And you’ll be the good one but a bit strict, the good police that our babies will always look for...” she replied, giggling on her own. “Can you imagine us having babies and becoming a real parent like our friends do?”

I changed my sleeping position to my side, looking at her. She looked so cute, wearing her typical loose dress in this hot summer weather. I was never dreamt to have a family like this, not even once; but for now, I have everything more than I’ve ever dreamed for: a wife, future babies, a very supportive family and friends, and I valued them with all of my heart. I felt like I’m in my happiest state, I didn’t know what to ask to God anymore. I’m happy.

“I want to have a happy life... And I think God already granted me everything I wished for...” I said to her, smiling. “I’m happy with you, Jinah. There’s nothing else I ever wanted...”

Jinah softly gasped and then took my hand to her stomach. “These two wants your attention as well, I guess? They kept kicking around...” she said, explaining her sudden gasped.  

I slowly rubbed on her and changed to sitting, deciding to listen to them. The movement was now very obvious, I could really felt them kicking. Listening to their sounds was cute as well, it’s still noisy but I could hear the fluid movement. And it’s beautiful...

“Twins... You’ll be out of there very soon enough, just being patient and see Daddy and Mommy soon... Be good, hmm? You’ll miss those moments, living inside your mother’s womb” I said to the babies as I Jinah’s skin and placed a soft kiss there. I felt two more kicks before they started to be calm.

“Will they listen to us when they born later on?” Jinah giggled again, she’s been a very happy person for the rest of the weeks on her third trimester, which was good.

“They’ll be noisy, I bet. Just talkative just like you...” I answered.

“I couldn’t imagine cold, strict baby like you” she responded, giggling again.

“Well, I wish they’re going to look like you... All beautiful and charming...” I told her, making her a bit blushing.

“Mmhmm... And I hope they’re not cheesy like you” she rolled her eyes, cutely pouting as she touched my face.

“Stop acting like you don’t like this cheesy guy...” I told her, pouting at her.

“I don’t like this cheesy guy” she responded, earning a frown from me.

“...I love this cheesy guy...” she continued, smiling. I moved closer to her and planted a soft kiss on her head and cheeks.

We ended up talking more and more about the future. And no matter how scary it could sound, still, we’re looking forward to it. There’s nothing to get scared to, all we have to do is be prepared and be ready to welcome these two little angels sent from heaven to accompany our life here...

 

 

Three weeks after that, I was awakened in the middle of the night, caught being hectic in between trying to stay awake and be calm and positive to help Jinah facing her pain as she said she felt that “this is it”. No matter how many times I did the simulation of preparing the baby’s labor, still, I felt awkward and a little panic especially when Jinah kept saying that she felt hurt so bad.

We arrived in the hospital just in time, she’s quickly brought to the room but when the nurse check on her, Jinah might be about to deliver the baby but she’s still not fully dilate, so she need to wait. She’s lying on the bed, trying to hold on the pain. Two days ago she kept saying that she felt contraction but it’s still happened rarely, so it’s not seemed to be that she’s going to deliver the baby anytime soon. Dr. Ma already told us that pregnancy with twins might as well have the labor earlier than single pregnancy, but I didn’t know that it’s this early. It’s her 36th week, its normal, the nurse said.

After we made necessary calls to our parents and closest friends, they started to come to the hospital to check on Jinah and me. Jinah’s mother stayed next to her as well as my mother, telling her to relax and trying to talk with her, but I knew that Jinah was not in the mood to talk. Her father looked worried, but it’s amazed me how he actually cared for me more.

“It’s natural pain, it’s not like she’s being tortured...” he said, patting on my shoulder softly. Maybe he said that because I looked so panic and pale. I never once saw her crying and like she couldn’t handle it anymore. But the more we waited for the fully dilation, the more I saw her getting weaker to hold on the pain due to the contraction. And no matter how many times I asked the nurse, even 6 hours after Jinah’s submitted to the hospital, she’s still not yet fully dilated and there’d be no action taken.

I waited for her, accompanied her to face the pain but all Jinah did was holding on me. It’s been almost thirteen hours since she’s here in the hospital; we’ve been taking walks, as suggested by the nurse to help the dilation as well as to help getting the baby closer to her cervix, and when she felt like she couldn’t walk anymore, she stayed on the bed back. I knew she’s in pain and I offered her to take the pain killer but she refused.

“It’ll be over soon” she said, grasping on my hands. “But I never knew that it’s going to be this hurt, Kris” she whispered. I rubbed on her forehead and softly on it.

“Just let me know if you couldn’t hold on it anymore, hmm?” I told her.

I was worried that Jinah wanted to do the labor in natural normal way, avoiding the C-section. Her condition was a bit exceptional. She’s previously said to have problematic uterus but then finally got pregnant. The things that made the doctor worried was the fact that natural delivery is possible to be done by her, but it could be a bit dangerous for her, especially if she’s not in a good physical condition. But again, this woman was hard as rock, she decided to take it until she couldn’t do it further.

And after waiting for fifteen hours, finally, she’s fully dilated and the contraction going crazier than ever. I was inside the labor room, holding on Jinah who’s crying, almost screaming, and of course, grasping on my hand as tight as possible. I saw her fighting for herself as well as these two lives inside her. I didn’t notice how long it was, all I wanted was that it would end soon. I couldn’t see her in such a pain, a very big one, as she pleading to stop yet still pushing the baby out. I made a promise there, I would see my mother once it’s done and told her how thankful I am for her to give birth on me and apologized, if I ever being a nuisance after she delivered me with such pain and efforts.

But it was all paid once I heard the first baby’s cries. It was a bit weak at first but then it’s loud, like really loud I couldn’t help to let out my own tears. Jinah was still pushing for the second baby and not too long after that, the second one was here. Jinah looked so weak, nauseous, and all about wanting to close her eyes. She kept asking for the babies, asking their condition, their gender, their looks...

The nurse brought them and placed these two wonderful babies on her abdomen, getting ready for the cuddle and the first feeding, just like we’re trained in the pregnancy class. I saw her let out tears, but more to giggling and smiling to the babies. They’re closing their eyes and I knew she felt amazed with the babies we got here. She looked at me and smiled a thankful one. I sat next to her and accompanied her to cuddle with the babies. One of them was crying the other one was calm as they tried to cuddle more to their mother’s skin.

It was a touching moment I’ve ever had, to see my loved ones in one frame. Jinah was talking with the babies, telling them how glad she was to have them here safe and sound. It was not that long until one of our babies feed shortly at her, followed by the other one. After that short period, the babies were taken to the nursery room before we could stay with them.

“Baby, how do you feel?” I asked Jinah, caressing her sweaty forehead and neck.

“It seemed like I was on a high...” she replied. “Honey, I felt so sleepy”

I nodded at her. “Mmhmm. It’s normal; you haven’t got a proper sleep since yesterday...”

“Thanks for staying with me...” she said, half opening her eyes, started to get drowsy.

“Thanks for being strong enough to deliver the babies...” I whispered to her, kissing her forehead as I cupped her face. 

She smiled a weak one. “I love you, Kris Wu”

“I love you more, Jinah Wu; my wife, the mother of my children...” I told her, calming her. She nodded and let out a small smile again before her really asleep.

I’ve just witnessed how two lives brought to this world and how hard my wife tried to get them here. I really am thankful for God for letting us finally knew how it would feel to be parents. It’s so precious, it really is. It’s my first day as parents, a father, and I really couldn’t wait to see my newborns...

 

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Twins for the Wu! What do you think their genders are?

Oh my God... With this chapter posted, the last chapter would be soon followed and wrap the whole story. I don’t know why I feel so sad yet happy on the same time... My baby is finally about to reach the end soon... I don’t want to talk about this for now...

Enjoy the story and enjoy the wild imagination of the Wu having twins! And oh... isn’t he looked sweet with that Pooh? Oh my God Kris Wu... stop torturing me!

See you on the next chapter...

xoxo,

yuriyaa

 

DIsclaimer: Picture is not mine