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Self-Doubt

Thank goodness for lactation consultants. Over the past few days I started to freak out over the girls. They’re not sleeping enough, they’re not gaining enough, there’s something wrong with my milk…you know a few of the many things mom’s constantly think they’re doing wrong.

We’re in the process of getting the ladies to sleep alone in their room, and while the process is not easy, it is going well. I think they may be close to sleeping completely through the night because I have been waking them to feed them. I wasn’t sure if I could let them go more then 5 hours with out eating. My girls are petite, and that makes me nervous. I’ve been reassured by their pediatrician that they’re doing well, right on their own little track, but every time I’m out and about and some one says “wow they’re so small” I feel less assured. Until this morning…this morning I talked to a wonderful woman who told me several times in our conversation how good I was doing. She was able to see the girls’ charts and said they are doing very well, I’m doing everything right. She explained that breastfed babies do not always gain an ounce a day; it is more common for them to gain 4-6 ounces a week. But more important then that is that they continue to progress. It is also good to look at the whole picture, are they happy, are they meeting normal milestones. She also feels very strongly that someone needs to develop a breastfed baby growth chart. I think that would be helpful in addition to a twin growth chart. But then again that’s where the problems begin…making comparisons, when each child (even twins) grow and develop at their own rate.

I breastfed the boys and they’re still alive and thriving, I don’t know why I got so nervous and off my game. I need to stop taking what strangers say to heart. A grain or two of salt would do me well. I’ve had my weight in self-doubt lately. Lack of sleep, and hormones are making me crazy!

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Beautiful Day

I’m feeling more positive today. I didn’t have to go any where and I think that’s what I needed. I didn’t shower till like 4pm and went about my day in pjs. Unlike most of the country we had a beautiful day, it was warm and sunny. We spent most of the day in the backyard, the girls even got to eat sweet potatoes out back in their bumbo seats. After eating the girls alternated between watching the boys run and pulling up grass. I want to hold on to that small moment, it was so peaceful. I was actually able to spend a good bit of quality time with everyone today.
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I hate the evening. Starting with making dinner until every one is ready for bed is hell. I’ve been bathing every one after dinner, bath time is supposed to be relaxing but ours hasn’t been. I’m going to start bathing the girls during the day. Tonight I didn’t bathe them and up until I had to set them down to make Aid’s bed things went well. But like every thing with 4 kids it all took to long and the girls ended up screaming.
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Time and I have had a love/hate relationship lately. Most of the little things take to long. Diaper changes, getting dressed, time between bites. I’ll be getting ready to bathe the girls, I get them in the bathroom and get things started. Get them down to their diapers, they’re so happy. So I spend a little time tickling and kissing bellies. I get one in the tub and half way through the other starts to cry. So I have to hurry and finish up so I can start on the one who’s crying. The one who was crying is now happy in the bath but the one who was happy is now crying. I can’t win for trying. I can’t wait till they can sit up and take a bath together.
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Aid and I are giving the potty another shot. We’re taking it easy and playing it by ear. Today he spent part of the day in a diaper and the other part with out. He went on his own about half the time and the other half I had to remind him. No accidents though. I’m so ready for him to be done with diapers, but I have to let him do it on his own terms. I wonder what it will be like to potty train girls.

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Feeling bad about things

I made it. Or I guess I should say we made it. They girls turned 6 months on Sunday! Half of the first year is over and we are actually doing pretty well. Not to say that we have it down or things are easy, it could just be much worse. I struggle daily with making sure everyone gets every thing they need. I don’t just mean the basics, food and such. I struggle with making sure everyone is stimulated, feels loved and gets individual attention. The cooking, cleaning, and taking care of the basics is easy. Trying to potty train a stubborn toddler, give the girls enough time to roll around and practice sitting up every day is hard. Teaching Lennox the ABCs and how to write his name is hard. Those things need my full attention and there’s not a lot of that to go around.

I feel pretty ashamed about Lennox, he cannot recite the ABCs. I’ve been singing them to him since the beginning. I’ve put them up on the wall, printed work sheets, and he’s been in preschool for the last 6 months but still no ABCs. I don’t push but definitely bring them up daily. It makes me sad and frustrated. I have to come up with a new way to teach them. Maybe paint letters on race cars…I don’t know. I should add he can identify the letters and can even pick out his name, Aidan’s name, and Cuba and Cora’s names. I just can’t get them to come out of him in order.

Really I’ve been feeling like a pretty craptastic parent all the way around. The most I can say for the last 6 months is that we’re all still here. Aidan teases me with the potty. Before the girls were born Aidan was potty trained, after he forgot that we had a potty. The girls are 6 months old and he’s still in diapers. I ask him “hey wana go in the potty, instead of these yucky old diapers?” He says no, he likes the diapers. He likes them so much he is willing and able to change them himself. I spend a good bit of time sitting down nursing. One day Aidan stood in front of me took off his pants then his diaper. Told me it was full and he needed a new one. Then proceeded to fish out an old pull up (I bought a while back in hopes of re-inspiring his use of the potty) and put it on and then his pants. Now if only he could change the poopie ones, then I think I may not care how long he stays in diapers.

Then we have the girls. They only sleep in their room for about 2 hours at night. I give up and bring them to bed with us. I’m already so tired all the time I can’t imagine the loss of sleep that would go into getting them into their own beds-that is if it’s even possible. I feel like a failure for that, when really right now it is what it is. The girls nurse and the easiest way to get through the night is for them to sleep with us. I get some sleep but pretty much no break from them. When you spend 24/7 with someone they tend to get on your nerves, and the girls do. I love them with out limits but good grief some times.

I feel bad because I find myself wishing this year away. Wanting it to go by fast so we can get to a time when I’m no longer nursing and they are walking or at least able to sit on their own. I’ve said to myself, if I’m unhappy then I need to make changes. The problem is the only thing I can change at the moment is my attitude. I have to accept that this is what it is right now. It’s not always going to be this way, really these days things change on a daily basis. I gave the boys myself completely for the first year of their lives and it’s the least I can do for the girls. Knowing all this isn’t helping change my attitude, I feel selfish.

Sorry for sending out bad vibes. I’ve got a lot to work out in my head and sometimes it helps to put it down for my eyes to see. Being a parent is complicated, stressful, and the hardest job in the world, but it also pays better then any other job in the world. If you don’t believe me ask any parent, they’ll tell you the same.

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There is a future…

Walking through Target, I’ve got Cora in the Bjorn, pushing Cuba in the double snap and go stroller and herding the boys along. Every few minutes someone stops us…”oh twins, oh so cute, oh are they all yours?, oh you’re busy, oh you must have your hands full, oh lots of kids, oh you’re so brave.” I try to be polite make small talk while keeping the boys from disappearing. I’m starting to sweat and loose focus. Why does Target have to be so darn warm? Then I hear a laugh coming up from behind me and I turn to see a woman coming my way with what looks to be 2 year old twin girls, a maybe 4 and maybe 6 year old boys. I almost fell over. She touched my shoulder and said it does get easier…and I don’t just mean getting through Target with a wink. I wanted to cry. This is me two years from now and I’m a live. We chatted for a few minutes about the odds of us running into each other and then went about our way. I mean really what are the odds?

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I like it

So what do you think of the new digs…pretty awesome right?! I’m in love with it, I just sit and stare at the computer screen taking in all it’s beauty. I wish I could make it into a t-shirt that I could wear to the grocery store during which I could strike up conversations about how wonderful my new website is. Then maybe lots of other people could sit with me and stare at the beauty that is now mooshoo, and we could drink coffee and have long talks about how wonderful it is.

Yeah I’m pretty happy with it.