I brushed the hair out of my face, sweaty mess. I pulled it behind my head and used the pillow under me to hold it there.

"Hello?" came a voice from the door.

I looked up and saw a nurse smiling at me.

"Er, hi... um, I don't think I know you," I said as politely as I could. Polite is hard when your brain is foggy.

"You wouldn't remember me," she said with a slight giggle. Yeah, giggle, not chuckle... I liked her already, "I didn't arrive until you were already in labor and cussing at the doctors."

"Ah," I grinned, "sorry about that..."

They had been totally wrong. The doctors. I wasn't able to carry to term, so they were right about that, but twins were rarely full-term, anyway, right?

"Not a problem. Edeyn, was it?" she inquired, "I'm here because two little girls new to the place as of an hour ago or so would like to know if they'll be dining with their mother?"

"Oh!" I said, the exultation flowing through me and throwing me wide awake now, "I'd like that very much! I, um, I'd like to breast feed... if it's possible. The meds I'm on won't hurt them, will they?"

"We kind of suspected that your situation would make you lean to wanting to breast feed," she admitted with a smile, "No, we already checked all your medications and there should be no problems. I'll go and get them, they're kinda hungry."

And with that, she left. I was a mommy. The thrill and terror of that filled me at once. Granted, I was gonna be in the hospital for a couple weeks more, but...

The friendly nurse returned with a double bassinet. She helped me settle my daughters(!) in each arm, and showed me how to let them attach. She advised me to only try to feed one at a time, and switch off next time with the second one going first.