Twin Moment

A funny conversation in bed the other morning: 

Me: W, take your baby.

W: (grabs Lucy)

Me: No, your other baby. 

W: You're going to have to be more specific. 

Trying to Remember

I'm having the hardest time finding the time for my blog. I'm not ready to move on from this space yet. I want to remember the good, bad, and the ugly of parenting infant twins. If I don't write it down somewhere I'm guaranteed to forget. 

Take for example the morning I was snuggling in bed with Clara. She had just eaten and was very calmly looking into my face. As I looked back at her lovingly she spit up out of her nose and into one of my eyes. Yuck!

Last night W was holding Lucy. She was obviously working on something in her diaper so he started to bicycle her legs to help her. As her pushed her legs towards her body her grunting got so intense and loud that we both cracked up laughing.

One afternoon while W was out running errands I decided I needed a shower. The girls were being pretty calm so I decided to go for it. I put them in their rock and plays just outside the bathroom with the door cracked. It was great for about 5 minutes. Then Clara started to whimper. I hurried along and by the time I was out she was crying. She did not appear to be stopping. Not just that, but she got her sister going too. Needless to say, when W arrived home I was naked, with my hair still wet, rocking both girls in the glider under one of their quilts. I guess I'm not ready for solo showers yet.

I like to bring the girls in the tub with me for their baths. It beats leaning over the tub and holding them and I love the skin to skin time. Well, as I was finishing up Lucy the other day she got a very calm look on her face and then pooped! I picked her up and jumped out of the tub so fast. Good thing Clara was already clean. 

Life moves lightening fast and at a snails pace all at once. The girls turned 2 months old this week. They are growing and changing every day. Halloween came and went and now it's November. It's hard to believe. Last time they were weighed Clara was 7.9 and Lucy was 6.6. They are filling out newborn clothes, holding up their heads, and becoming much more alert. 

The past 2 weeks or so have brought about reflux/colic/food allergies/who the heck knows with Clara. There is lot of crying and screaming and there are times when accomplishing anything other than soothing her is impossible. It's a good thing Lucy is so laid back and easy because I don't know what I'd do if they both screamed so much. It's exhausting and super frustrating but sad at the same time because it really does seem like she's in pain. We started Prevacid last week to hopefully help with the reflux. The reflux does seem better but the screaming still persists. Yesterday after hours of screaming I decided I need to cut out dairy. I had had a bunch the night before (including a root beer float) and Clara was just miserable. I will try anything to relieve us both of the crying. Thai food and Indian food have also both resulted in a miserable Clara that night and following day. 

I know it's all temporary and they will be walking and talking before I know it. I want to soak up these infant days because, to be honest, I wasn't positive I'd ever experience these moments. I just have to try to find the time to write it down so I don't forget.