Life With Multiples, or Something Like It
Let me start this off my saying that I adore all four of my children equally. I am quadruple-blessed and would not change my life. However, nothing ever really prepares you for becoming the parents of multiples. When I first found out that I was going to have twins, at my first ultrasound (6 or 7 weeks), my initial emotion was fear. Everyone in the room, including the doctor and my husband, were very laid back about the whole thing while I felt the adrenaline jettison through my veins. I really thought that I might fall off the table and spent the next 6 months alternating through emotions of elation and terror. Seriously, how does one take care of two newborns at once? Let’s throw a tween and a toddler into the mix, just for good measure! All I can say is God bless you parents of triplets or more.
I think that my husband and I spent the first year on autopilot because it all seems like a blur. Thankfully, we took pictures! We managed to survive, our senses of humor intact, despite my returning to work when the twins were three months old, and my appendix bursting right after they turned four months. People kept telling me that after the first year, things would get easier but upon their first birthday, I realized that they could now walk and reach things, yet had zero safety considerations. Easier?! That may never happen. I still have moments that I just stand there in a daze (of disbelief), in the eye of the “twin-nado,” wondering if this is all real.
My twins will be three this summer and are two of the most endearing, unique, and funny little people that I am fortunate to cherish as my own. Strangers often tell me that they “wish” that they had twins but spending an hour with young twins might quickly change their minds. We have invested in many baby gates and even leashes (thanks, Mom!) and being each other’s best friends and arch enemies, my twins seem like happy, normal two year-olds. My five year-old daughter and twelve year old son have shown the twins love and sibling-generated irreverence but they both seem well adjusted. We are all blessed beyond compare because of the twins, and in spite of them.
I would like to add that my family long anticipated a set of twins. My maternal grandmother has a twin sister, and they are two of the most opinionated and wonderful women that I know, but I never thought that I would be the one to birth the next generation of multiples. Twins turn you and your children into instant celebrities when out and about. It is interesting to have my own traveling carnival.
Next time someone states “better you than me,” I will definitely agree with him/her. The next person who claims that they “wish” that they had twins, they are the lucky winners of a free trial run! Beverly Cleary, the children’s author, once stated, “With twins, reading aloud to them was the only chance I could get to sit down.” I do not sit often.
The world is our playground!