Dear new moms of twins,
I am having a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. And my twins are three and a half.
I would like to tell you that after all the night feedings and spit-up cease, things become a cinch, but I promised my readers that I would give them things straight up.
So, straight up it is. You may want to sit down.
Motherhood is hard. And for me, it is not getting easier as the kids get older. It’s just morphing into a different type of hard.
Before you brand me a wimp, let me tell you that I am actually quite capable, intelligent, up for a challenge, and resilient. I made it through law school, passed the bar exam, practiced corporate law, jumped out of an airplane, scuba dived on the wreck of an iron-side steamer in 100 feet of water, went parasailing, endured the loss of both my grandfathers and my father to prostate cancer, got through the medical scare of a lifetime after finding out that my brain harbors a small tumor, then weathered a traumatic pregnancy and birth only to end up with postpartum depression. (Full disclosure: I got through all this, but with the help of my good friend Sam the pharmacist. Better living through chemistry, I always say.)
There’s no way to be ready for parenthood. It’s not an experience for which you could adequately prepare, no matter how much time you had. I hope you’re one of those new moms who exists in a blissful state of pink-tinged cloudy happiness, and if you are, I’m thrilled for you. But if you’re not, know that you’re not alone. Even if your friends don’t talk about it, they have days where they sit and cry for no reason. Some of them hate nursing but feel like they can’t stop without being branded a bad mother. Some of them hate nursing but feel like they can’t stop because it’s the only reason they’ve lost weight. They panic and think they’re pregnant again, rushing out to the drugstore to buy a test, then berate themselves when, after peeing all over their hands, they remember that they may not have actually had sex since their last period. How do I know this? I’ve talked to a LOT of new moms. When you ask how they’re doing and take the trouble to get past “fine,” you realize that the experience is hard for everyone.
You’re not the only one who:
- Wonders at the end of the day whether you remembered to brush your teeth.
- Goes out in public with Desitin smeared on your shirt.
- Needs a shower but would rather nap.
- Looks at your cracked, bleeding nipples and wonders if it’s worth it.
- Sees your preemie newborns and thinks, “Ugh. My babies look like aliens!”
- Stood up in the hospital and had a gush of blood ruin your slippers.
- Wonders, while holding your screaming, feverish child in a tepid bath at 2:30 in the morning, why you decided to procreate.
- Falls asleep pumping.
- Feels like a dairy cow.
Some tips and general things to know:
- Crying is ok. If they’re crying, they’re not dying of SIDS.
- If you don’t already drink alcohol, consider starting. If you already enjoy the good grape, consider moving up to hard liquor.
- Understand that you’re going to feel incredibly isolated for the first year or so. Not only is it hard to get around with twins, but most of your friends will not have twins. Every time you relate a particularly horrible parenting experience, they’ll sigh and say, “But you had twins!” As if you didn’t know.
- Learn to accept help, even when that help is doing your laundry and making fun of the condition of your delicates. Accept help even when the help is doubled over laughing at your husband’s boxer shorts.
- With help comes less privacy (see above). Best to get used to it now. You won’t be able to go to the bathroom alone for several years.
- You do NOT have to breastfeed. If you have to supplement with formula, or for some reason cannot, or choose not to nurse, it’s ok. Don’t let anyone make you feel like you’re letting your children down.
- More than likely, you’re not going to see your “old” body again. And it will take about a year to feel remotely normal.
- Any time you have an option, go for what makes life easier, even if it isn’t what you’d envisioned pre-twins. For example, if you always pictured yourself as the cool mom in the SUV, consider that a minivan, while less cool, will make your life significantly easier, and thus happier.
- If you don’t already have a dog, get one, if for no other reason than to avoid having to sweep and mop under the kitchen table three times a day. But also because your dog is infinitely more likely to obey you, unconditionally love you, and greet you with enthusiasm than are your own offspring.
- But don’t take the easy way out. Take the kids to church, even if they do get sick every time they’re in the nursery. They need it, and so do you.
- Pray with your kids, even when it’s the last thing you feel like doing. Introduce them to God so he’ll know who they are when you complain about them.
- Don’t avoid discipline because it’s inconvenient. Someone once told me, with kids, “it’s pay now or pay later.” Truer words were never spoken.
- Remember that your job is not to be their friend, but their mother.
And yes, it is worth it. Even on a day like today, when my kids have pestered me with the same questions time and time again, when they’ve thrown tantrums, screamed and refused to go down for a nap without a fight, even on the days when someone vomits on my shoes and pees on the bathroom floor.
It’s worth it. Someday you’re going to find yourself engulfed in a huge toddler hug, and a little voice will whisper, “Mommy, I love you.” And you’ll know what I mean.
Love,
Angie