Venturing Out

I have loved introducing the twins to our friends and family. But it is not very easy to get everyone out of the house.

Their first trip out, leaving the hospital and heading home, proved to be quite difficult.

Being a super planner, I had washed and prepared two carseats for the babies -- one borrowed from my sweet friend Joy and the other was Caleb's.

But our little peanuts were little. And these carseats would not do. I didn't even know that was a possibility! So, we had to send Bob out to Babies R Us to purchase 2 brand new carseats (with a 4 pound baby minimum) before we could leave the hospital.

This past Thursday was my MOPS group's last meeting. I hated to miss it and desperately wanted to see my sweet girlfriends and introduce them to the twins. But the babes were only 9 days old and I had just undergone major surgery. Yea. Blah. Blah. Blah.

I was determined to go.

I would have never attempted this without my super hero mom being here. (at least, I don't think so...) But with her help, I thought we could do it.

We began preparing on Wednesday. I pumped bottles, laid out clothes for everyone, packed the diaper bag, gathered my end-of-the-year gifts and cards for my leadership team, and found an outfit for myself that fit. Everyone was bathed and smelling delicious.

Thursday morning, I woke up and threw everything into high gear. We got everyone fed and dressed, put all 4 kiddoes into their carseats and I walked around to get into the car. I breathed a sigh of relief as I was still on schedule.

I got into the car and turned the key. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. I couldn't believe it, but my car battery was dead as a doornail.

I began to sweat and tried to hold off the tears. I called a friend who lives nearby but was already at MOPS. She was able to contact another friend's husband who lives down the road and he came over the help us out.

To make a very long story short, he tried multiple times, called every mechanic friend he knew, and could not get the car to start. We told Eveley - who was strapped in the very back seat - to pray about it. The battery was dead dead, he said. Then the tears came. I tried to remain calm but I couldn't stop crying. I was so very sad (and quite a bit mad). So I called my MOPS friends and told them (as I failed to hold back the tears) that I wouldn't be able to make it.

I began unloading kids from the car. Then our friend, Mr. Mark, said he would give it one more try. He positioned the jumper cables a little differently and I got in to turn on the car. All of the sudden, the lights came on and the car started. I couldn't belive it and started crying even harder! My mom told Eveley to thank Mr. Mark.

"Not Mr. Mark," she yelled, "It was JESUS!" That made me almost bust a stitch.

We quickly thanked him for being our angel, put the kids back into the car, and drove to MOPS! On the drive there, Eveley told me that it was a miracle. She was right.

So we all made it to MOPS. I unloaded the kids and started handing out bags before the ran to class. Then I realized I had left the diaper bag in the garage. HA! This story keeps getting better and better. But fortunately, I had not left my boobs at home, so the twins were fine.

Caleb and Eveley were able to go to their classes, which they love, and I was able to visit with my friends for a bit.

When we loaded back into the car to return home, my mom asked me if it was worth it. DEFINITELY, I said.

So our first venture out was a little bit of a mix between Bill & Ted's Excellent Adventure and Miracle on 34th Street.

I'm not sure when we will attempt another outing.