My twins are outgrowing their 0-3 month clothes and it’s bittersweet.
When they were born, they each weighed less than 7lbs. They were perfect armfulls of child, impossibly tiny. Balthazar, whose bodyweight dropped to around 5lbs, could curl up in ‘Newborn’-sized clothes as though the body of them were a sleeping bag.
And then we blinked and they were in 0-3. And we blinked again and they’re eleven weeks old and suddenly, the 3-6 month clothing doesn’t look so huge any more.
Oh, I love these sweet children that they are becoming but I miss the newborns that they were. How did they grow so fast? Where did our tiny little people go?
I know that the aim is to raise successful, happy adults – but what a horrible aim. I want the newborns back, if only for a day. I want to be able to freeze time until we’re ready for each stage to pass. I want to go back.
Or if I can’t do that, then I want another one… or another set of twins.