A rough start

Okay. So...let's just say that the first few weeks was quite rough. The girls had me up most nights all night long until 7 or 8am. They were wanting to eat every hour to hour and a half...two if I was lucky.I fell asleep many a time on the couch, sitting up, with the nursing pillow around me, and girls attached to "Betsy". But it totally paid off and they began putting on the weight and sleeping more at night. Many a night was spent up watching the girls sleep...because they were only 38 weeks when born their lungs still needed some developing. They would stop breathing when trying to poop and it totally scared me. I didn't want to sleep without them. I didn't want to be out of the room with them..but in time the pediatrician reassured me that they were totally just making baby noises at that time and that it was normal. It took a real toll on me emotionally and I felt so overwhelmed. The girls would cry...I would cry. God gave me the strength and encouragement and my mom the strength to make it through the first few weeks. Looking back I think about how I was just obsessing over the little things...that were all totally normal.


My mom had taken time off work to stay at home with me and the girls to get us situated...but..then came the daunting question, are you ready for me to leave you by yourself with the girls? I agreed by week 4 it was time to at least let her return half a day. So...it began. It was my time to really dig in and take on being a mom to twins. At first it was extremely hard and I cried almost every hour. I thought to myself, how on Earth will I ever do this alone??? But. All it takes is prayer and determination. Prayer to give  you strength and determination to get up and do the things that need to be done.. Slowly but surely I was rocking the girls together, taking them off and putting them on Betsy together, laying them down together...it was getting easier.


Going out was something that I didn't even think about. We did go to one of moms coworkers when they were 3 weeks old and she took some professional pictures of them. We were gone for almost 5 hours and by the time we got home we were all exhausted. It was all worth it and the pictures are amazing and I love looking at them all the time. They will serve as a reminder of just how little they were ;)


But they will always be, "My Little Girls".