Whoever said that parenthood is the hardest job of your life....we believe them now.
Life around our house in the past 24 hours has been very challenging. Social worker that I am, I must preface it with strengths in that they are beautiful cuddly babies and we have had many good days and nights in a row. Until last night....
Abigail and George took turns with their bloody murder screams literally all night. It is tough to think rationally when their ear-piercing shrills do not subside. We tried everything we knew at least twice short of driving around the block, and when Grammy (Debbie) came in to the house at 7am, the screaming continued until 2pm today. We think they might be having their first growth spurt, the only logical explanation for their cries. At this exact moment, they are sleeping soundly, exhausted from their all-nighter, and adorably angelic in their pack-n-play in the living room listening to the cheers of the Longhorns.
Tonight I shall indulge in a dark beer to thicken my milk and hopefully help them to sleep.
Surely we couldn't have two difficult nights in a row.....
3 comments:
Waves of empathy radiating from CO to OK. Love you. Coll
There are definitely those times when you have to remind yourself what a blessing it is to have twins...
Ah yes, the joy of crying babies. You amuse me with your wise insight into growth spurts :-). Remind me to call you when Belle is screaming her head off so you can diagnose her for us. I can't believe you didn't load them into the car. Or even better one in each car... I bet Abigail was screaming b/c she was sick of hearing George and visa versa.
Oh, and just wait until the first bout with projectile throw-up. I had been peed on, wiped poop, cleaned up any number of animal barf, but it's really insightful when your kid vomits all over you and your reaction is "oh, that poor baby".
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