I’ve read the story about the couple that had 5 babies and one of them was still at the hospital. They said that when the fifth baby finally came home, their routine was completely lost. That’s because one baby makes a hell of a lot difference! I can tell that for a fact because yesterday the girls alternated their nap times and it was magical! We were able to eat at McDonalds while Agatha slept in her stroller and then we went to the superstore while Aurora slept at hers!
It is important to stay calm – which I absolutely don’t do- and help each other. The lack of sleep and the exhaustion break most parents of twins apart.
Taking care of twins is not a job for a mom alone, unless you’re willling to say goodbye to the person that mom used to be pretty soon. Taking care of a baby is not a job for a mom alone. Everyone needs a break.
I would have chosen to stay home if I had the option when the girls were born. But staying home all the time will drive you crazy. Go for an ice cream alone. Take short steps and deep breaths. Let them cry for 30 seconds so you can figure out what to do. The constant crying. The non-stop crying is a cruel torture and you’ll have no time to freak out. It’s all on you.
I’m not the one to say that what happened to me or my babies is a rule and will happen to everyone, but oddly enough, when my babies were born, they had the exact same sleeping routine I did when I was pregnant. I’d wake up at 6 to say goodbye to my husband, then I’d turn the TV on to watch the news and fall back asleep by 9. Punctually. They did that too. I hear a lot of moms say they couldn’t sleep through the night by the time their babies where about to come, and then, neither did the babies. If that’s actually a thing, it’d help a lot to sleep, or stay in bed during the night for an extra hand with a newborn sleeping habits.
But still, the first couple of months are hard. The memories come in flashes from time to time.
I remember going out with my husband just to put gas on the car – ’cause I needed a 15 minute break- and leaving them with my mom. Either my mom would call us in desperation because they where screaming their lungs off or I’d come home to find our next door neighbor holding one of the girls.
I remember calmly putting Agatha on the crib in the middle of the night after trying for 3 hours to get her to sleep and as I turned to Aurora she started moving her little arms and making her little I’m-gonna-start-crying-now-mommy noises… and I started it all over again.
By the beginning of the 3rd week my mom started taking care of one of the girls through the night for I was not sleeping at all anymore. I had to feed them every hour.
I don’t know how she did that. She’s in her 60’s and she did that. Every night with me. Maybe other moms can do this alone and I’m completely incompetent but I couldn’t have done it without my mom.
Yes, the cramps are hard. The feeding every 1 hour is hard… But it goes away and by the time that second christmas comes, you’ll all be dancing in the living room.