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  • The birth of my twin brother and sister changed my life forever. I was once the baby of the family and the apple of everyone’s eye, but that all changed on September 16, 2009, the day the twins were born. Their unexpected five week early arrival created a world wind of change. First, I was no longer the baby. I was moved to the middle child. Second, because the twins were born five weeks early they were preemies and required extra medical attention. They did not stay in the nursery. They had to stay in the neonatal area with tons of nurses and doctors watching them 24 hours a day. To see the twins we had be sanitized and could only access the neonatal area with an adult and after being checked by the security at the locked door. My mom had a C-Section and other complications, so she had to stay in the hospital for a while. My sister, Meghann, and I had to stay with my Papa. It was really tough. I missed my mom a lot and I wanted to hold the babies but I couldn’t.
    Finally after 13 days in the hospital, my mom and the twins came home. I thought things would go back to normal. Boy was I wrong. Nothing was ever normal again. The twins required a lot of attention. They had to be fed every three hours. It would take mom an hour to feed each twin, leaving only one hour in between the feedings. Mom was so tired, she would fall asleep just sitting in the chair. She had no time for me. Everything was about the babies. I started to hate the twins and wish they had never been born. I talked to my mom about it and she kept telling me things would get better and that I had to be patient. When would they get better, I asked.
    Things did not get better. They actually got worse. The twins were not putting on weight, so we had the visiting nurses coming to the house each week and the twins had to go to the doctor’s office every few days. Mom looked terrible. My sister and my Papa helped my mom as much as they could. No one had time for me. I was too young to help. I seemed to be in the way all the time. I wanted to run away, but where would I go. I would go to the playroom and just cry.
    Just when it seemed things could not get any worse, they did. The twins went back into the hospital and mom went with them. They went back into the hospital one week before Christmas. I could not believe it. The twins were taking my mom away from me again and they were going to ruin Christmas. I was so mad. To top it off, when we went to the hospital to see my mom and the twins, the nurses would not let my sister and I go upstairs. They said we were too germy and made my mother come down to the lobby to see us. When mom came to the lobby, my Papa would sit with the twins in their hospital room. Christmas was getting close and it was starting to look like mom and the twins would be in the hospital for Christmas. I could not believe it.
    Suddenly things started to change. My mom got real mad at the resident and insisted that the head of the hospital handle her case. She even hired an attorney. Finally mom and the twins got out of the hospital. I was so glad to have mom home. The twins still needed to be fed every three hours, but they were home. We were all home for Christmas. Instead of feeling mad all the time, I started to feel happy. My wish had been answered and we were home in our house for Christmas.
    It was still tough with the twins and they still needed a lot of attention, but I learned that it was better to have mom home than in the hospital. I am still the middle child, but it is not so bad. I might not get all the attention anymore, but I have a baby brother and sister to play with and teach things too. I have also discovered that I now have more freedom to do things and do not always have someone watching over me. Being the middle child is okay. As my mom says, every change is both positive and negative. I do have to share my mom and Papa with the twins, but I also have more kids to play with. Plus the twins are growing up fast, so soon they will not need all the attention and I will get some back.
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