And I have finally decided on blog nicknames for the twinklets. Why not keep it simple and use what I call them at home? Twin A will henceforth be known as "Nix." This is just one of the thirty-plus nicknames that the poor child suffers throughout the day by his dear mama, from The Nickster to Nicker Nickerson to Nicholas Nickleby. And Twin B, instead of Peanut, shall be called "Gax." This rather unattractive but surprisingly endearing nickname was bestowed by Bean, who had trouble pronouncing his brother's given name when he first came home from the hospital. (We have found the moniker lends itself to many adaptations, such as Gaxers, The Gaxinator, Gaxercising, etc.)
So there you have it, Nix on the left and Gax on the right.
I feel better now, don't you?
As the title of this post alludes, I wanted to give a little update/insight into life in our household with a toddler and twin infants.
Just as you might expect, there are incredibly good times, and then there are incredibly tough times. The tough times may last for a couple of hours, or a couple of days, or most recently, a couple of weeks. (Poor Allison had to endure quite a lot of them during her visit -- and yet she didn't race to the airport to catch an earlier flight home, stopping only to get her tubes tied on the way. Now that's a good friend for you.)
Our recent problems stem from the fact that we don't have any real schedule during the day, and the boys haven't been napping well, resulting in a pair of very grumpy munchkins. This is something I am just starting to work out, with the help of "Healthy Sleep Habits, Happy Child" (worth it's weight in gold) and the rest of the cast and crew of this crazy show. With twins, it's become glaringly apparent that if you don't have any schedule, you will wear yourself out running from one to the other, trying to nurse and sooth and comfort one while the other screams bloody murder. Or at best, maybe they sleep okay, but it's at alternating times so you never get two seconds to pee or scarf down a sandwich.
Here's where I insert a question to other mamas out there. Specifically to those who have kiddos napping in cribs, because while babywearing and bedsharing is lovely, I certainly don't have the luxury to lay down with one twin while Bean and the other twin play chess. Any tips on getting your child to sleep, and stay asleep, in the crib? I am working on it and slowly seeing progress by putting them down almost asleep, then trying to sooth them if they wake up too soon. Easier said than done with two willful babes, but I'm trying. I've read many things -- some of them helpful, some of them completely beyond my abilities (thank you "The No Cry Sleep Solution"). But for you, personally, what worked? Was there lots of crying involved, because no matter what I try, it seems one twin is wailing while I'm trying to comfort the other? Even if I get them both down in their respective cribs, the naps rarely last more than 30-45 minutes, then I spend the next hour or two juggling double grumpy diaper-butts. But on the off chance an adult happens to have the time to hold them, the twins can sleep for 3 hours at a time and wake up happy as clams. ARG! And also just as important, how did you get them to nap at the same time? Was there sorcery involved, and if so, what is the magic word? (Because it's certainly not "please.")
When I was pregnant this last time, I thought that it would be very difficult to care for three children under three years old. But it turns out that, really, it's impossible. For me it is, at least -- I'm sure there are stronger women than me who manage just fine. This has been a difficult pill for me to swallow. I am so disappointed in myself that I have more children than I can care for, because I view people like Octomom and Kate Plus Eight as reproductively irresponsible. If I didn't have my parents here, I would have taken a long walk off a short pier by now. And don't get me wrong, I absolutely love having them in our house. Not only for the help, for which I am eternally grateful, but because we have a lot of fun together. I really do enjoy their company. I just wish their company wasn't necessary to keep me off a cocktail of mood stabilizers. It makes me feel like a sub-par mommy, and after infertility and C-sections and such, it's not a good thing.
And you know the craziest part? I'm devastated to know that I won't have any more kids.
But lest this post make me sound all woe-is-me, let me assure you that there are plenty of wonderful times around here. Thanks to help from my parents, I am not only able to shower EVERY SINGLE MORNING (and my teeth are pearly white *gleam*) but my mom and I take the kiddos out and about almost every day. Yesterday we took Bean and our traveling circus to a MOMS Club outing where he made pizza at a pizzeria. So adorable! (Pictures coming soon.) It's cliche but true, I am absolutely head-over-heels in love with my sons. I truly am happy to my core; I love being a mom, a mom with three kids, a mom with a set of twins. My heart smiles when I picture them growing up together.