Sleep, Sushi and Chocolate for Breakfast
I became irrationally upset the first time the twins cried because 'not all their memories were perfect anymore.'
I know. Ridiculous. And this from someone who didn't think they had unrealistic expectations of Motherhood. I exceeded my expectations, however, when I made a solo trip to the baby clinic with the twins and got them weighed and changed without either one waking. I ignored the sulky stares from singleton Mums who were cross that I was granted permission to drive the bus, I mean buggy, into the room while their's waited in a jumble outside. I ignored my increasingly flushed face as the pressure mounted and my certainty that a sleepy twin would wake, heightened. I ignored the fact that I have probably been placed on some sort of list because the Health Visitor didn't laugh at my 'I-didn't-drug-them-I'm-just-lucky-they're-sleepy' joke. I ignored the urge to cheer triumphantly as I left the room, and smiled smugly instead.
Baby Clinic days are filled with stranger small-talk about night feeds and buggies and ooohing and aaahing over offspring. As a Twin Mum my buggy full of offspring attracts a larger than average crowd, and, maybe I shouldn't admit this, but I'm not overly excited by other people's babies, even as a fully-fledged member of Club Motherhood. Maybe it's just because I am underslept and overtired, with little energy left to summon enthusiasm for anything other than a good night's sleep?
Sleep DeprivationThere are 101 uncertainties surrounding Motherhood but tiredness is a given.
Squeaky-clean newborns rely on the most exhausted version of you to look after their physical and mental wellbeing. You know you could do better, if only you could sleeeeeep. Our 'Arms Reach Co Sleeper' gives us a few precious extra minutes. The cot attaches to the bed so we don't need to move far in the moonlight. In fact the only way the boys could be closer is if we were to lay them in-between us. And then I wouldn't sleep for fear of rolling over and squishing them.
Despite knowing the boys were safe in their cot there were curious moments in the first few weeks when I would wake with unfounded certainty that I had fallen asleep with a twin in my arms. I would work the duvet into an empty bundle in my sleep, clenched fists cradling nothing.
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