There comes a responsibility of having two babies at once that is hard to comprehend until it happens to you. I would say the hardest thing for me is to give both TheMonk and Swee’Pea the same amount of attention. This is especially true when they are both unhappy and crying and I’m the only one around. I go to comfort one and watch as the other one looks at me holding his or her sibling and a feeling of guilt washes over me. I want to be there for both and sometimes that’s just impossible.
This weekend our babies were sick. In the Childsplayx2 household, since I don’t have boobs and don’t have my nipples yanked and bitten on a daily basis, I have night-time duty. If the babies get up, Daddy gets up. This has gotten easier and easier as they are just about sleeping through the night. Except when they’re sick. This weekend, both had coughs and were incredibly congested. It was a rough couple of nights.
Early Sunday I am awakened by both babies crying. I go to TheMonk first hoping to calm him down since he is usually the easier of the two to get back to sleep. I have no such luck so I go to Swee’Pea hoping for a miracle. It doesn’t happen. They both want to be comforted and I can tell both are still tired. I scoop both of them up and carry them to our chaise lounge and pull a blanket over us. Swee’Pea gets tucked into my left arm, facing out. TheMonk lies on my belly and rests his head on my chest. It’s still fairly dark out and we lie there in the warmth of the blanket.
Before long, both are sleeping in our early morning cuddle. I glance down at their angelic faces and I am struck by how fortunate I am. For so long I wanted a little one to share my life with – and now I have two. Two little ones who love being held by their daddy, feeling safe, secure and a little bit tired. Yes, they may be a lot of work and yes, it would be easier with one. But I wouldn’t have it any other way.
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