Day 11 of #multiplemumsupport - It’s tough, right?
Yes it’s tough. Looking after twin babies is the hardest thing I’ve ever done. I know that in itself makes me pretty lucky, but there are days when I feel like I can’t handle any more screaming, I don’t want to breastfeed anymore, I want to run away from it all and join the circus! It’s tough because it’s relentless. There is always someone needing something, and if you have a particularly fussy baby, that comes with a lot of guilt about not spending enough time with the other (and the 3 year old). Finding time to myself is almost impossible and only possible because we have amazing grandparents who help us every week. Spending quality time with Tall Dad is even more impossible/ almost never happens.
Also, the world is not made for twin prams, and very little comes in groups of 5.
Despite how tough it is, it’s not actually as hard as I thought it was going to be. (I set myself very low expectations) I couldn’t comprehend how I’d ever leave the house, let alone with all 3 children on my own. But we manage it, every day (well only 2 days with all 3 on my own). We have fun; amongst all the screaming there is lots of laughter and silliness. And, when I’m really lucky, I get the most beautiful smiles.
I know that things will get better because we’ve been here before, albeit with only 1 baby. I’m trying not to wish away the days till they can walk and sleep through the night though.