If you’ve ever wondered when the absolute best time to visit an emergency room is, I can tell you. It is at one thirty in the morning, on a Tuesday, in January, during a blizzard. 

Before I had the twins I was certain I wouldn’t be the mom who dresses her kids in matching outfits. I figured doing so would require a lot of organizational drawer-stuffing and planning that was beyond me.

Personality Types

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.

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.

Becoming Mama

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.

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.