The other day Rachel came over with a box of saltines. I hadn't been able to stomach anything in days so she came to my rescue as she so often has these last two months and I devoured the entire box in one sitting. Later she took Archer for a bike ride around the neighborhood. I didn't have the energy so away they went. And last week when I had a terrible migraine, Rachel came over to squeeze the pressure points in my toes while we watched How to Lose a Guy in Ten Days. I was in pain and couldn't take any Aleve so she drove over to my house and made me feel better. Because that's how she rolls. That's my sister.
I think of my life without Rachel, who like the twins, was my mother's third pregnancy, my parent's wonderful surprise -- how lost I'd be without her, how grateful I am that she's here.
Whenever I feel nervous or worried about having more children, overwhelmed (like I am today, oh man). I think of my siblings, how someday Fable may be pregnant, that one of these children forming inside me will come to her rescue in the same way Rachel has, does, always will. That Fable will say, much like I have, these past few weeks, "I don't know what I'd do without her/him, her/her, him/him." And it will be true.