Two Months. Eight Weeks. Fifty-Six Days.
20 Dec 2011 Leave a Comment
in Parenting Tags: Baby, c-section, playmat, snyder twins, twins
I started this yesterday…
I’m sat on the girls play mat that now takes up almost a third of our living room floor space. I’ve just fed Zoey who then spat up on me, and Naomi has just started crying after a cat nap. Naomi has what we call a ‘Naomi-warning system’ where she slowly comes to the surface by alternating between crying and sleeping until she cries very loudly and is very much awake. This should give me/us time to have a bottle ready but normally I’m still dealing with Zoey.
Play mat time
Tomorrow the girls will be two months old. I won’t lie it has been long two months of sleep interrupted nights, and figuring things out on the fly (those toys that say 0-6 months are lying it’s really 2-3 months) . The days on my own are tiring. It’s labor intensive flitting between girls but the smiles (and their edible feet) make it all worth while. That, and the fact that when Alex gets home he throws himself into caring for his daughters so I get some respite* (unless they both need fed at the same time).
Week One: Huge Adjustment All Around (Part Two)
05 Nov 2011 Leave a Comment
in C-Section, Parenting Tags: c-section, twins
Day 4: The Escape
On our last night in hospital (Day 3-4) the girls again went to the nursery for the night as it was still taking me forever to be able to shuffle in and out of bed. (Those staples are a killer.) My night nurse (again Asian) was trying to get me to take another dose of the strong pain killers so I’d have a good night’s sleep but since I didn’t want to be too doped up, and I was planning to get a dose first thing in the morning so I refused. Silly me because at about 11pm my room mate moved in avec chatty husband and newborn.
Roomie was famished so her husband went out to get her food, he was gone for about 30-40 minutes and he returned with a full week’s grocery shop. I kid you not. If I could have taken a sneaky photo I would have it was crazy. There were half a dozen or more grocery bags all over her half of the room, and I’m not quite sure her husband was thinking when he bought EVERYTHING in at least three stores but bless. I was probably just jealous because I still had not gotten my appetite back.
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