Adjusting to having two children after approximately twenty-five years of having zero children has been rather the experience – as far as I’m concerned, at least. Kirsty has taken to the whole mummyhood thing like a duck to water and seems never to get overwhelmed, but I’ll be honest and say that as good a set of babies as they are (and objectively I can see that yes, they are VERY good and easy babies) I still find them overwhelming. After all, they literally outnumber me.
Everything is more difficult with two. One screaming baby can be deafening; two screaming babies are a cacophony. And whose needs do you prioritise? It’s intense.
But if I had the option to go back to that day in the IVF clinic where I insisted on having my strongest two embryos put back in my womb and signed the disclaimer to say that I was happy with the risk of having twins, I wouldn’t change a thing. I love that our boys will grow up with a sibling their own age. It seems strange to me that one of our twins could have been placed ‘on ice’, that they could have grown up as brothers several years apart. That we could have chosen to gestate one, and have the other embryo destroyed. The way that it happened feels very right to me. The twins are meant to be twins.
I’m not sure that I believe that newborn babies can love, but they certainly seem to like each other. They sleep best when snuggled together, and spend more time focusing on the other’s face than on anybody else’s. It’s very sweet. I’m looking forward to watching their relationship develop as the weeks, months and years pass.
This is my entry for the Siblings linky hosted monthly on Dear Beautiful. It seems a little strange to begin a monthly project at the end of the year but I’ve been looking forward to participating ever since learning that the boys were in fact a multiple pregnancy. Lots of other bloggers are also sharing what their siblings have been up to recently, so do head on over there and check them out.