we just hit the 7 week mark of our baby girls joining our family. 7 weeks out doesn’t make me an expert on the twin front by any means, if anything, it’s only made me a tired person. sometimes i meet people on the street who also have twins, a few years older than ours or fully grown, and i immediately want to ask them all the questions. “any tips?!?!” i usually start out, and then often something along the lines of, “but you’ve already got three others, you know what you’re doing!” is replied. oh what kind people to say such a sweet thing, but this feels so entirely different than my other experiences with one baby at a time and i need/want/love your knowledge!
it’s also funny how quickly you can forget things as you move through different stages of parenting. i’d like to chalk it up to being tired, but on maybe our third day at the hospital with fresh little beatrice and madalena, i realized as i was placing one of them in their hospital bassinet after a feeding that we’d accidentally skipped a step entirely in the whole newborn feeding process. i panicked when i realized it. “JOSH!”, i yelled over in his direction, “we forgot! we’re supposed to be burping them!” (sorry babies.) the story goes something like that more than i’m comfortable admitting. to the nurse as they first handed one over, “yes, i have done this before but remind me again, how often should they be feeding?!” to my pediatrician at each appointment, “and what should this look like” or “and when do i start this?!” “is this normal?” yet so much of this stage really is intuitive and i’ve learned over the years that the calmer i remain, the easier it feels for all of us, but i still have sheer moments of panic inside as i feel the weight and responsibility to keep these tiny humans healthy and happy and frankly, just alive.
there are times when i’m out alone with all 5 kids and i’m like, “wow. i’ve got this.” and then there are moments where i’m like, “WHAT?” it comes with the territory, the ups and downs of every moment, as we all adapt and shift within this now bigger family unit finding our new groove with our new little ones. we’re in that super sweet spot though right now, because the newborn magic hasn’t yet worn off on the older siblings, so the amount of kisses and cuddles feel plentiful. and they seem so forgiving of the time and attention their new baby sisters seem to take up, which is so appreciated on this mama’s end. on saturday morning, josh took both our boys down the street for haircuts and after feeding the babies, i placed them on the floor in their bouncers beside the art table in the playroom where eleanor was drawing so i could hurry and shower. “if you or they need me, i’m in the bathroom.” i told her. when i came out to check on all three of them, eleanor was plopped on the floor in the middle of both bouncers. she had one hand holding a pacifier in one baby’s mouth while she was holding her chapter book in the other hand reading aloud. all this while rocking her other sister in the other bouncer by using her foot to move it up and down gently at the base. she was so calm and cool and collected as she read out loud to herself (and the babies), while comforting both her sisters at the same time. i almost died.
i like to remind myself of that moment seeing eleanor so lovingly multitasking in the moments when i’m feeling a little bit anxious about this transition and all parties involved. sure, i forgot to burp my babies those first couple days in the hospital, and sometimes feel like twins are such a different ballgame that i am nowhere near enough equipped for. and yes, we’re a big and loud family that’s pretty much winging it most days cause there’s a bountiful amount of sleep deprivation hitting the grownups in our home hard. but everyone is doing okay. everyone is taking care of one another. and there’s a lot of love to go around. looking forward to the next 7 weeks with my davis crew. and the all the rest after that.