Having a baby is tough. Having two in less than 18 months is close to insanity.
When my son was just fourteen months old, we were blessed with the arrival of his sister.
None of my friends had children quite this close in age, so I felt very alone in my circumstance. I had a not quite toddling babe and a newborn, and boy were my hands full.
I remember the first day that we came home from the hospital. After having a C-section, I wasn’t allowed to lift anything heavier than a bottle of milk. My poor son cried as he reached up at me, wanting nothing more than to be picked up by his mummy. I couldn’t do it though, or I’d risk rupturing the incision.
Those first six weeks being unable to pick up my toddler were really hard.
That had nothing, though, on the pure exhaustion that was emanating out from my very bones.
I had just spent nine months with extreme morning sickness, waking at 5am to the nausea, racing to the bathroom, and continuing the day this way while looking after my toddler, who was not yet sleeping through the night.
To say it was tiring is an understatement.
I naively thought it would be easier once my daughter was born. I longed to stop being sick all day, for the side-effects that plagued my pregnancy to end.
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I find it hilarious when people who give birth to single babies say how hard it is and how busy they are. I had twins when my son was two. So double everything and include being on the verge on a nervous breakdown for the first 6 months because I got zero sleep, and you've got my life. My twins are now two, so I am currently getting double the tantrums. Enough said.
Where was their father?