The Sonogram lady said look at your sweet baby! I said baby…just one? I really wanted twins. I knew it would be hard, but so is one baby, so why not have 2 to love on right??
Last week I babysat a friend’s 6 month old daughter. She is the best baby in the whole world, so sweet and easy going, no problem at all. I have a 2.5 month old who sleeps most of the time so this should be a breeze. I had them both fed and changed and sleeping….I rock at this two kid thing! I was reading my daily devotional IF:EQUIP and drinking a yummy cup of coffee with coconut creamer; I don’t drink coffee but this moment called for coffee. I even decided to send a text to my friend letting her know how I was savoring this very delicious moment.
One woke up, that’s ok because the other was sleeping. We snuggled in the rocking chair and I fed her and changed her. Life was good. The other one woke up. I fed and changed he as well. We all played and then it was nap time again. Easy-peasy, I don’t get the fuss about having twins.
Then…they woke up screaming at the same time! One got fed while the other had to wait. I’m not sure if my AC went out but it started getting hot in my living room. I changed the 100th poopy diaper of the day and tried to calm them both down. I had a girl on each hip and I was bouncing them like my life depended on it. I felt slobber running down my leg and thought that was kinda weird. Well, it wasn’t slobber, it was the runniest, nastiest poop that has ever existed. I didn’t know what to do, I panicked and couldn’t move. My husband was was up stairs working and I really needed his help. I know, I’ll text him and tell him to come down and get the clean baby. Crap, my phone wasn’t close.
I put the clean, screaming baby down and ran with the other one to the changing table; I carried her horizontally to avoid it dripping on my floor. I put her down and let her scream while I gave myself a wipey bath. I finally got her cleaned and was back bouncing them both. When they finally chilled we got to playing again. My friend’s daughter was playing with shoes when she lost her balance and went head first into the shoe rack. Poor thing! She wasn’t a happy camper. I kept watching the red mark on her face getting redder and NOT going away. Two choices: tell them or not tell them and hope they don’t notice it till they get home and let them think it happened on their watch….hmmm both were equally appealing….I confessed when her dad picked her up.
Not gonna lie, the day was awesome but had some stressful moments. I guess God knew what He was doing when he only gave me one at a time. Props to mothers of multiples and a huge shout out to my amazing friends Matt and Catherine that have sweet twin girls.
P.S. – I NEVER finished my cup of coffee!!