The first time I heard the twins’ heartbeats, they were quite different. One was more rapid than the other, and my doctor laughed heartily. “They’ll have totally different personalities,” she explained to me.
With the twins, I seem to have an unshakable idea in my mind that things should be fair. I suppose it’s the nature of there being two babies, and wanting to ensure they’re each given a good upbringing.
My idea of “big win” has really changed since having kids.
I am going back to work a little bit earlier than most Canadian moms, after only nine months of maternity leave.
Our first trip home this past summer was a week-long tour visiting as many members of the family as we could. We’ve now managed it three times in their eight months, and each time has felt like an accomplishment in line with receiving a college diploma.
When the twins were a few days or weeks old, doctors asked me if I was bonding with them. Without hesitating, I said yes, of course. But here’s a big confession: I had no idea what they meant.
Colour being assigned a gender seems as arbitrary as days of the week being assigned flavours.
The first level begins when you come home from the hospital, completely exhausted, and hoping to get your first night’s sleep. You know it’s going to be hard, and that you’re going to be tired. You’re bound to fall down every crack and crevice as you figure out just how the game is played. But, you give it your best shot anyhow.
I wouldn’t say I’m particularly easy-going, but I’m definitely not a worrier. The idea of being late to catch a flight will keep me awake all night, but other than that, there are very few things that cause me worry in my day-to-day life. I have noticed, however, that with the babies it seems I’m always finding some new thing to worry about
Baby-led weaning is the latest trend in baby-feeding methods and seems like a good choice for us. Essentially, the child is allowed to mash food into its mouth with all the grace of a drunken pirate eating for the first time after four hungry months at sea.
The twins aren’t the only ones with new skills. My husband and I are learning too, and as each parenting milestone passes we become more parents and less…well, whatever we were before.
We all want a child that keeps up with the (baby) Jones’, each step of the way.
Milestones are monetized by capitalism. It’s morbid to think about, but a reality nonetheless.
Sometimes mothers of newborns say “my baby is sleeping so well.” This is funny, because all newborns sleep well, at least during the day.
Truth be told, I thought I was a pretty effective multitasker, up until I had children. Now I’m black-belt level master.
As a non-parent, there are things about parents’ behaviours that you find perplexing. Why do they talk about poop so much? Why do they cry when they talk about their kids? Why do they want to go to baby showers?
I’ve been reading an incredible amount in the past few weeks. Breastfeeding up to 14 hours a day provides plenty of time for it. Today I was shown an article that touched on the difficult topic of fertility and the choice to pursue pregnancy.
I fancy myself an independent person. Here’s an example: when I lived alone and wanted to move furniture, instead of waiting for a friend to drop by, I’d huff-and-puff and inch that completely-full dresser across the room corner by corner until it was placed just right. Some people might call this stubborn, but I prefer to think of it as a get-it-done attitude.
The early weeks of motherhood hit you like a transport truck. The extreme sleep deprivation, in particular, plays tricks on your brain. In the hours between 2 and 6 a.m., I’m often not sure if I’m awake, in a waking dream, or hallucinating.