We are moving the day after tomorrow! I'm very excited although part of me is sad to leave the house that we brought our girls home to. This will be our FOURTH house since I got pregnant. Yeah.
Today I was reflecting on how much easier our lives have gotten. I mean, for about the first 2 months, I thought we were doing great. We were in Survival Mode but we were handling it. Now? I just can't believe how much easier it is. I didn't want to write this because I'm afraid I'll jinx it but, we are SLEEPING! At night even. We put the girls to bed at around 6:30 and most nights we don't hear from them until about 3:30. That is heavenly. And they are getting closer and closer to sleeping all the way through til wake-up time.
Feeding time has also gotten a lot easier. For one thing, the girls are taking their bottles a lot faster now (plus we've moved up to medium nipples). Claire is still a slow eater but even she's improved. Also, about a month ago I gave up on nursing and pumping altogether. The girls were getting more active and I didn't have the time for the pumping. And since neither girl ever really figured out the nursing thing, I decided it was time. I could get them both to nurse some, Amelia more than Claire, but neither one ever actually figured out that that was a source of food. Steve asked me the other day "Do you feel like your life is better now that you're not doing all that pumping all the time?" And you know what? I do. I'm still sad that we couldn't nurse but I'm learning to let go. I'm glad there is an alternative that is letting my girls thrive and letting me enjoy them. Plus, daddy can feed babies too which is huge! Speaking of which...
My husband is AWESOME! Steve said that at Christmas people kept asking him "You feed babies? You get up with them in the night? You change diapers?" like they just couldn't believe it. (Show me a mom of multiples whose husband DOESN'T do that...) But really, he always just jumps right in. Which honestly, is what I expect. They are his children too. But now that other people think its such a big deal, I wonder if I'm wrong. I mean, its 2011. Surely dads have realized that doing some childcare won't turn them into a woman. But I digress. I never hear a word from Steve about changing diapers (other than poopy ones and I don't want to do those either!) or getting up in the night. It has been wonderful to have him basically off work since the girls were born. That's about to change. But I feel confident that I can do it. I was alone with the girls all day today and it went fine. We even made a little trip to their doctor's office to pick up their medical records (which did not go fine). I have to say though, I was glad when Daddy got home!
This move has already been a nightmare. First it was the problems finding a house. Then they changed our closing date. Now its been changed again (we're doing temporary occupancy though so we are still moving the same day). Plus trying to pack and move and clean a house with two 4-month-olds.
I really wish people would remember that while my girls are 4 months old (almost), they were 6 weeks premature so they are really 2.5 months old. I keep hearing things like "Well, they are almost 4 months old, they should be..." or "Well at 4 months old, they can have some rice cereal..." or whatever. But they can't. Because they aren't. Its a good thing their mama knows what's up. Honestly. Also some people should probably realize that its not the 50's anymore. Just because your doctor told you something 60 years ago, it might not be accurate nowadays. Maybe. Times change. Roll with it. I always say we're not going out in public anymore.
And speaking of going out in public, people freaking love them some twins. I think my girls are cute. Actually, I think they are gorgeous. But are they THAT much cuter than one baby just because there's two of them? Somehow, when I'm out with just one girl, we don't get near the attention. Today, we got another drive-by. I was trying to put the girls in the car after going into the doctor's office to get their records. So I've gotten Claire out of the stroller and back into the car (and she's screaming because I accidentally poked her in the eye) and I'm trying to get Amelia into the car and deal with the diaper bag and fold the stroller and deal with her getting upset because she can hear her sister and its cold... When this lady drives by, rolls down her window and says "Those are soooo precious!" First of all, "those?" Really? But second of all, not a good time lady. So now is the part of my blog where I remind you, if you see someone with little twins, its NEVER a good time people. Do not talk to them. They don't care that your friend/sister/cousin/granddaughter/whoever I am to you has twins. Trust me. They are busy. They want to get home as fast as possible. Don't talk to them. Don't.
Well, this is super long. Who knew I had so much to say? I hope all my readers (haha) are doing well. I hope that my next update is me saying "We're all settled in our new house!"