‘Is what I’m feeling 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.
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 induction and labour, you can find it here 🙂
So I thought I’d share my twin birth story. This is Part 1, all about induction and labour. You can read Part 2 which focuses on the delivery here 🙂
Ok so bear with me because I do have a point to make … (I think 😂) Previously, when the twiglets would wake from their nap, they would both desperately want to be carried downstairs as they were still a bit sleepy, wanted a bit of a cuddle etc. So rather than take one at a time and leave the other crying, I would carry them both down, one on each hip, and everyone was happy (for a whole five minutes anyway 🙊😂) The other day, I suddenly realised that I couldn’t remember the last time I’d carried them both down the stairs. One maybe, but not both. I’m not sure that I could safely do it now, given the weight and size of them. Just a silly little part of our daily routine but the fact that I hadn’t even realised that it had ended got me thinking about all those ‘lasts’ and how you just don’t always know when that last time will be. The thing is, for us, as we won’t be having any more children, (almost definitely not, at least), every last really is a last.
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. My breastfeeding failure has always been a very sensitive subject for me, so I’ll be honest, what she said really hurt.