All months are special in their own way, but August holds a piece of my soul. It’s the month that gave me the most precious gift of all — my twins. The month I became a mother, not just once, but twice in one life-changing moment. 💞
I still remember the day I found out I was pregnant — our home was filled with joy, excitement, and happy tears. But nothing compares to the moment we found out it was twins. The emotions were overwhelming — shock, joy, disbelief, laughter, and a sprinkle of fear. I couldn’t stop laughing — not because it was funny, but because my heart had never felt so full and so surprised at the same time.
My mom (mother-in-law) had the most unforgettable reaction. She cried — a mix of happiness and concern. “What if they’re conjoined? What if something goes wrong?” she asked. You know how moms are — their love makes them imagine every possibility. But when the doctor reassured us that the babies were fraternal, and there was nothing to worry about, the relief spread through the whole family. The joy doubled. This was the first twin pregnancy in our family, and suddenly, everyone was extra cautious and extra caring.
👣 The Journey Through Pregnancy
The doctor advised complete bed rest, and I tried my best to follow that. But let’s be honest — I rested as needed, not more, not less. The first three months were especially rough — nausea, loss of appetite, and a constant feeling of unease. Some days, I was just grateful no one forced me to eat.
But the love around me never let me feel alone. My family stood by me like a strong circle of protection.
My mom (mother-in-law) was with me every step of the way. From preparing the food I could manage to eat, to finding remedies for my nausea, and most importantly, just sitting with me when I felt low — she was always there. Her support didn’t stop after the birth either. She continued caring for me and the babies, ensuring I was healing, resting, and emotionally supported. She held the home together with her strength and patience.
My sisters (sister-in-law) also played a huge part in this journey. Before the birth, they helped with everything — from keeping my spirits up to helping around the house. And after my twins arrived, they were like second mothers — holding the babies when I needed rest, helping with late-night feeds, and simply being by my side during those overwhelming first few months. I can never forget the way they supported me — not out of duty, but out of love.
And then there was my brother(brother-in-law) — the funniest guy in our family, always ready to bring a smile, even in tough moments. Every time I felt sick, he’d cup his hands together and pretend to make a “bowl,” saying playfully, “ulti ulti ulti” (vomit) just to lighten the mood. And when mom (mother-in-law) brought me sour candies to ease my nausea, he somehow ended up eating more than me! We used to laugh and say, “Are YOU pregnant or me?” 😄 His playful teasing brought so much joy when I needed it most.
💔 Remembering Papa — The Gentle Strength in Our Lives
And then… there was papa (my father-in-law).
It’s hard to put into words what he meant to us. He wasn’t just a father-in-law — he was a father in every sense to me, and a rock for my husband. He took care of me during my pregnancy like I was his own daughter. He would wake up early to make fresh juices for me when I couldn’t eat. He watched over me quietly, always making sure I was comfortable, cared for, and at peace.
The day my twins were born, I remember the look on his face — it was pure happiness. He was so proud and excited to meet his grandchildren. That memory stays with me, like a soft light in my heart.
Sadly, he’s no longer with us. And not a day goes by when we don’t miss him deeply.
Me and my husband respect and miss him immensely.
His love still echoes in our hearts. His guidance, quiet strength, and caring ways will always be part of our lives — and I see glimpses of him in my children every now and then. That gives me comfort.
I truly believe God calls the kindest souls back early — maybe because their work here is done, or maybe because heaven needs people like them too. 💫
👩👧👦 Becoming a Mother, Twice Over
When my babies arrived, it wasn’t just the birth of two children. It was the birth of a mother. A woman who had faced fear, hope, laughter, pain, and joy — all at once — and emerged stronger.
I owe so much of that strength to my family. My mom, my papa, my sisters, my brother, and my husband — each one played a part in helping me transition into motherhood with love and grace.
💌 A Mother’s Wishes for Her Children
To my beautiful twins — thank you for choosing me.
You gave me the biggest blessing of my life.
I pray you grow up to be kind like your grandfather, and wise like your grandmother.
May you chase your dreams, but always stay grounded.
May you rise after every fall, learn from your mistakes, and respect every person, every journey.
I hope you find courage in challenges, peace in quiet moments, and strength in your values.
May you become people who bring light into this world — just like the light you brought into mine.
You’ll always be my babies — no matter how tall you grow or how far you fly.
August, thank you.
For giving me the gift of motherhood.
For reminding me what love, family, and faith truly mean.
For changing my life in the most beautiful way.
With all my heart,
Anu
Unfiltered thoughts by Anu 