My mother in law opens a cabinet to get something for dinner. “Melissa, why are there two bottles of breast milk in here?”

I get up to walk to our bathroom. I slam my whole upper body into the wall next to the bathroom door. Dazed on the floor, I hear my laughing husband say, “I have never seen anyone walk sideways before. You were totally diagonal.”

While feeding the babies at 3 A.M, my husband says. “Oh, honey. I should help you out around the house. Maybe tomorrow I’ll mow the carpet.”

I reply without thinking: “Maybe tomorrow you could also vacuum the lawn.” We both laugh uncontrollably until about 4 A.M.

Imagine a wide receiver catching the ball just inside the end zone while falling flat on his face.

Now, put a baby in my hands and flight of five stairs at my feet.

Now imagine that it happened four times in a week with an audience each time.
(No children were harmed in the making of this memory by sheer grace. Mama’s knees, hips, and pride were always a bit sore.

I wake up to violent shoving. “Honey! Don’t roll into the baby! I brought her into bed while you were sleeping.” I rub the sleep out of my eyes and the place on my arm that is smarting. There is no baby in the bed.

I wake again to crying. “Derek, can you put Aeralind back in her bed and bring me Bronwyn to nurse now?”
“Melissa, there is no baby in our bed.”

I wake to a strange noise. Having installed a sound machine so I don’t wake to the twin’s sighs anymore, I can’t figure out what is going on. I roll over to find my husband hitting himself in the chest. “What are you doing?!“

“Burping Bronwyn.”

Please comment below and let me know that my husband and I are not the only couple who have experienced an “Invisible Baby Saga”.