It continues..

I was once told that there would always be a “next stage,” and it would typically be just as challenging as the one before.  That was definitely not the most optimistic advice, but probably the most honest and realistic.  And so far, I’ve found it to be very true.  I thought the newborn phase of little sleep was terrible.  I thought it “could only get better.”  And, in all fairness, it did.  For about two weeks.  The sleep extended to about 6 hours straight and I was so happy with that.  I felt human again.  And then we were hit with the teething stage.  Holy cow!  It is by far worse than the newborn stage.  If these stage don’t get any better, I’m not sure I want to experience crawling or walking, talking or the teenage years.  I thought I’d learned a great deal of patience in these past few months.  But I’m learning, I’ve got a long way to go.



I always call the boys just that, “the boys.”  So when someone refers to them as “the twins” it really gives me a jolt.  Oh my gosh.  I had, and have, twins!  Two babies at one time?  Two babies to feed, change and rock to sleep.  Two infants to crawl all over the house.  Two toddlers to steady as they learn to walk.  Two terrible twos.  Two kids starting kindergarten.  Two teens dating and learning to drive.  Two adults getting married.  They are a package deal.  While they are two very separate individuals, all of life’s journeys, milestones and challenges will happen twofold for a family of twins.   While I never envisioned twins, I now cannot imagine a singleton.  How boring.  I’ve always seen myself as an overachiever, and this is no different.  The news of having twins was shocking, and obviously still hasn’t completely sunk in, to this day.  However, it’s a challenge, like any other, I’ve taken head on.