Well, what a week we have had! Me and Jens started to feel better the day before we left
for England but the girls were still suffering from diarrhoea
and not eating properly. But we
decided to risk the journey anyway.
I hardly slept as I was so nervous but as always, my girls never cease
to surprise and amaze me and we had a fantastic, fun flight to England, via
Dusseldorf (with no dirty nappies).
We had a three hour wait and so found a delicious Italian restaurant
where the girls polished off a kiddies spag bol and me and Jens enjoyed the
first meal since getting sick.
The
virus we had was a horrible one, but we were convinced we were no longer
contagious.
36 hours after arriving Grandma Brown was sick, then day by
day the exact same virus played out before our eyes. We had planned a
traditional Swedish Christmas Eve, which was super fun but poor Grandma spent
most of it sleeping on the sofa; with intervals of waking up to see her little
Gingerbread girl Eva and Santa Emilia.
They were adorable.
Grandad
Brown dressed up as Father Christmas and gave the girls’ their presents. Eva got scared
but Emilia found an
instant new best friend.
Christmas Day was a treat and the girls enjoyed opening
their presents.
Grandma, the
trooper that she is, kept her spirits as high as she could. I knew how terrible she felt and so we
looked her after her as best we could.
As soon as Emilia got over the virus she caught Eva’s cold
which as always developed into a nasty, heart wrenching cough that disturbed her sleep. Both twins are fine now
and we have all been given the privilege of one whole nights sleep in the 10
days we have been here.
I am sitting in the local pub, drinking a pint of Guinness
with my lovely husband sitting across from me. My Mum is making a re-run of Christmas dinner, one that she
will be able to enjoy. The girls
are taking their nap and re-charging their batteries for an afternoon of
walking practise. Eva took her
first step yesterday and she wants to walk around all the time now with
help. Emilia is coming on well
too! Grandma and Grandad Brown
treated them to their first pair of Clark's shoes yesterday. They had their feet measured like proper big girls. One of those milestones that gives me a
sense of pure inner joy.
Two days left until we go back to Sweden. I keep trying to imagine what it is
going to be like when we get home as the dynamics in my family have changed yet again, leaving
me doubting my abilities as a twin Mummy. But I am
determined to live in the now and not let the fears of the future creep
in. The things I worry about
never materialise anyway, so what is the point?