Back when the twiglets were babies, whenever I met a mum with older twins, one of the main questions I’d end up asking was ‘when does having twins get easier?’ Always spoken with a slight undertone of crazed desperation, meaning ‘please tell me it gets f**king easier, please, PLEASE!” 🤣 The other day, as I got the twiglets out of the car and they walked, both sensibly holding my hands, into their playgroup, it suddenly struck me that maybe we were actually there… Has it finally got easier?!
‘Are my feelings as a mother normal?’ This is a question I’ve been asking myself basically since the day the twiglets were born. I felt utterly and completely overwhelmed in those first few weeks, even months, and constantly found myself wondering if I should be feeling this way. And even now, with two toddlers, I’m still asking the same thing…
Welcome to Part 2 of my twin birth story. This part is all about the delivery of my twins. If you haven’t read Part 1 about my induction and labour, you can find it here 🙂
When the twigs were smaller, I once had a lady say to me that the reason they got chicken pox was because I didn’t breastfeed them. Struggling to breastfeed my twins when they were first born had been a deeply painful and upsetting experience for me. So I’ll be honest, what she said really hurt.