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. At first it was if they were eating enough. Twins are typically a bit small when they are born and ours were no exception, weighing around five and a half pounds each when they came home. As a result, ensuring they gained weight at an appropriate pace was a focus. Partner this concern with breastfeeding, which really is a very mystical way to feed a child. You can’t see how much they are eating, and have to guess when they are truly full. This worry virtually consumed all of my energy for the first two months.

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