When I was in the hospital over Christmas, my [original] family took turns coming to visit me throughout the day, bringing me gifts and cheer as I “convalesced,” or more accurately, incubated. (That’s what I was all about. Growing babies.)
My sister, Suzy, and her husband were up from Texas visiting for the holiday. Suzy worked at a law firm as their office manager in Amarillo. She brought me a gift to open.
As I lay in my hospital bed, I unwrapped the package. It was an oddly shaped gift. It almost looked like a roll of toilet paper. When I got it unwrapped…it was a roll of toilet paper. I didn’t quite get it. Okay, I didn’t get it at all. She laughed. She said, “Unroll it,” with a big smile.
I started unwinding it, looking at her like she was a bit nutty, but I was game for the fun. What else did I have to do? With one layer off, I found a dollar bill taped across a couple of squares. I kept going. Another. And another. By the time I finished unrolling the whole thing, I had $192!
Suzy announced it was the “diaper fund” money. She’d been raising money for us in her office by having bake sales and setting up a snack bar where her co-workers could purchase candy bars, crackers, and drinks, and all the proceeds were going to our diaper fund. Even her law partners got into the project. Everyone bought as much as they could from her—some even making donations—and they enjoyed updates from Suzy about our progress. Once we delivered, she kept it up for more than a year, posting pictures of the babies as they grew, and she gave us over $500 by the time we were out of diapers. It was an amazing Christmas gift—and an amazing gift of love and support! Thank you, Suzy!
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Life with Quadruplets
As a mother of quadruplets, I've had plenty of crazy experiences raising "supertwins." I blog a lot of memories about my kids. Sometimes just my thoughts on things. I get those sometimes—when my brain works. Which is about one third of the time. I'd love to know what you think!