At the end of the month, on the morning of the 30th July, our family of four-humans-and-a-dog expanded by 5lbs 10oz and 7lbs 8oz of newborn perfection when Embla and Olympia were finally born thirteen days late to the world and not particularly enthusiastic about having to arrive at all.
But that is the conclusion to this chapter. Let’s start at the beginning of July.
I was so eager and so excited for July to begin as I knew that it would definitely, definitely be our birth month – after all, twins never go overdue and so I was as good as guaranteed that my babies would arrive within the next few weeks. Every night I would fall asleep wondering whether that night would be it, and in fact we did have a couple of false starts, before grumpily texting my boss in the morning to confirm that I was, indeed, ‘SFP’ and would be in shortly.
It was a funny sort of month really. We were so busy waiting – and waiting, and waiting – that we couldn’t really make plans, and so I spent a lot of time venting my impatience on my credit card. We moved home at the end of April and hadn’t quite finished decorating, and so the nesting kicked in majorly for both Kirsty and myself and we found ourselves frantically putting up prints on the walls and investing far too much emotion in finding the perfect living room curtains. I desperately wanted to take us all away for a few days, to spend some time somewhere remote and isolated and away from all of the pressures of waiting for babies, but didn’t because delivering away from my own medical team after so much negotiation and planning would have been too much of a risk.
Our YouTube channel’s collaboration with Channel Mum took my mind off of things a little. I had participated in some exercise vlogs with the lovely Michelle Heaton way back in May and the first of those went live, followed by the #DontBullytheBump video campaign which was really exciting as it did really well and attracted a lot of attention online. Kirsty also made some fab ‘twin moments’ videos with the boys, capturing the most gorgeous warm afternoon where we just sat out in our garden and ate watermelon, and a dance party.
I keep meaning to share some posts about the boys’ summer, some pictures of what they’ve been up to whilst I have fatted about grumpily and Kirsty has juggled most of the balls of running our household. It’s true that at times they have been a bit more free-range than we would ordinarily have liked, and that they have eaten a little more processed food and might have gone to bed with dirty feet and faces more than once, but they have had a glorious summer in their new home. Kirsty has been exploring all of the local parks and they have adventured on many new playgrounds. They have learned to apply their own suncream (poorly, and we always go over it after), splashed in many paddling pools, made fairy cakes, played the piano, stuffed their faces with watermelon and had, in general, a wonderful time. The best part, at least for me, was that after my iron infusion I was able to do much of it with them too!
Our pictures for this month aren’t beautiful. They weren’t especially planned, the light was poor. Lysander pulled the tripod and the camera down on himself about five minutes before these photographs were taken and instead of comforting him I shouted, because it’s an expensive camera to risk breaking and he had been told not to touch. Balthazar promptly ran over to try the same thing and I shouted again. The girls were sick on their clothes. But they’re the new era captured, the product of this perfect, frustrating July. And we are glad to have it and glad to have them.
How is your summer going?