A lot can happen in two years. A person can emerge from relative obscurity and have a very decent shot (please, please) at becoming the United States' first African-American president. You can go from living fairly comfortably and buying according to wants instead of needs (at least some of the time) to cringing when your retirement account statement arrives and wondering if you'll have enough to pay the bills each month.
And in two years' time you can completely and totally forget the utter monotony of feeding, burping , and changing that is the newborn stage, and the absolute suckiness of sleep deprivation that accompanies caring for an infant. Or two of them.
I couldn't be happier that the twins are home, but I now realize there was something slightly fantastic about not being with them in the overnight hours. Luci and Nicholas are great babies during the day. They eat, they sleep, they poop and pee. They might fuss a little bit, but for the most part, they are your typical newborns. The nighttime hours are a different story because it seems they're not so much interested in the sleeping. They'll wake up to eat, and then not want to go back to sleep. I'll get up with whichever one awakens first, either my mom or I will change his/her diaper, and then I'll feed "that one."
Once I'm done, I'll burp, swaddle, and deposit the twin in the bassinet, wake up the other one and start the whole routine again because they need to be on the same schedule. Either one or the other (sometimes both) are often fussy in the middle of the night, which means someone is up and rocking the fussy baby (usually my mom during the week and the hubs on the weekends when he doesn't have to get up for work). On a good night when both go back to sleep immediately after eating, the entire process takes about an hour. When they don't, it's an all-night affair. They're up at least twice during the night to eat, so I've been averaging about five hours of sleep per night, which is about five less than I need to keep up with three kids under the age of 2.5.
In other scintillating news, everyone and everything is annoying the shit out of me. I love my mom to pieces. She's a huge help here. She makes dinner. She entertains Isabella while I'm nursing. She does laundry and holds crying babies and grocery shops. But I'm a very independent person who likes being alone, and while I know I need her help, I want my house back. With three adults, three kids, and three cats currently living here, the walls of my small house are closing in on me on a daily basis. Throw in miscellaneous relative visitors and there is ALWAYS someone here. Someone is always either talking, crying, or meowing. There is no silence and solitude ever, and there are times (a lot of them, actually) when I wish everyone would just clear out and leave me alone. Of course, I'm unreasonable and quite possibly hormonal. I know my life right now is nothing but crazy and expecting it to be otherwise borders on the ridiculous. But I think that's also precisely why I'm wishing for just a tiny slice of The Way Things Used To Be pie. Anyone want to bake me one?
Which brings me to my next complaint. Two newborns and one two-year-old = No time for me. Someone always needs feeding, changing, holding, or entertaining. This blog post was written in about 15 stages, because the second I sit down to email or blog or catch up on all of your blogs, a baby or toddler is crying, crawling up my leg, or hungry. This will end soon, right? Like next week when they're a month old? Because I can totally do this for one more week. Beyond that, I'm not so sure.
Okay. I'm done bitching. How about some twin cuteness?