My beautiful not so little family and I are doing brilliantly. The girls are keeping us busy but are just perfect.
I’ll be restarting my blog now as the girls are three months old, a slight air of normality is creeping in at home and I seem to have relocated my marbles-ish!!!
Having a new born is difficult. I remember thinking everything was such a challenge with Caspar but with two, wow, different ball game!
I planned to breastfeed the girls for about three to six months but admitted defeat after six weeks! It was a real challenge this time round. Because the girls were premature they weren’t strong enough to latch and I had to express my milk. We had a house full of builders so I was confined to one room. If I wasn’t pumping milk, I was feeding the girls with bottles (with breast milk) or changing them.
The thought of leaving the house seemed scary as it would involve a hurried mission before I had to be back home to pump more milk. So I kind of didn’t leave the house for six weeks, I didn’t answer my phone, I didn’t talk to anyone…I actually think I had a mild form of postnatal depression. I was putting so much pressure on myself to breastfeed but the girls still wouldn’t latch on and the pumping all became a little too much.
As I said the girls are now three months old and we really are lucky. They are amazing, super chilled little babies. They settle really easily at night (bathed and in bed for 7pm) and are starting to sleep for longer periods. Obviously I’d love them to be sleeping through the night but they’re not yet and that’s ok as they are healthy gorgeous little creatures who make my heart melt with every smile.
We’re obviously exhausted. My husband and I resemble cavemen most of the time – all mad hair and grunts but we’re happy cavemen! There’s a real element of guilt involved with twins though. With Caspar, I called him velcro baby as he was constantly stuck to my chest but with two, you just can’t do that. I’m on my own a lot as my husband is working through the day and sometimes it’s so difficult to divide your attention evenly. If one’s being moany, they get your attention and the one that’s happy and chilled sort of doesn’t. It’s enough to tear your heart in two at times but we’re getting there – slowly but surely. I’ll be doing regular blogs from now on so you can keep up with my progress. Big kisses x
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