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I hope you’ll all join me in celebrating Randsday. Today is Ayn Rand’s birthday, and Harry Binswanger has come up with the perfect way to celebrate it:

To celebrate Randsday, you do something not done on any other holiday: you give yourself a present. Randsday is for getting that longed-for luxury you ordinarily would not buy for yourself. Or for doing that long-postponed, self-pampering activity you cannot seem to fit into your chore-packed schedule.

Randsday is for reminding ourselves that pleasure is an actual need, a psychological requirement for a human consciousness. …

Read the full description here. Especially if you’re unfamiliar with Rand’s philosophy, please do click over. You might be surprised to get a taste of what Rand really means by selfishness.

I feel like my life is a series of Randsdays right now. I’m in the process of adding small goals and values back into my life, after having set so many things aside when the twins were born just to survive each day. The first things to go are always The Little Things, and there was one big Little Thing that I had been putting off, which will be my Randsday gift to myself: I’m getting my hair done again! There was no way I could make the appointment for today, but I’m going on Sunday. I don’t care that it takes over two hours and costs a fortune – it makes me feel like a civilized human being, and that is not meaningless.

Here are some other values that I’ve recently added back into my life:

  • Basic grooming: Unlike when Sam was a baby, this time around I didn’t neglect my showers. But most other personal grooming activities were neglected. Now I clip my nails, use moisturizer, and even blow dry my hair. Styling my hair is still beyond me, but I think that will come back when I have a nice haircut again.
  • Blogging: I’ve been up and down with blogging since the twins were born, but every time I write a post it gives me great satisfaction, so I’m committed to continuing.
  • Taking care of my health: Just applying my topical psoriasis medicine was too much for me for a few months. It didn’t matter that my head itched constantly – I just didn’t have the focus on myself needed to take care of the problem. I’ve gotten that back under control and I’ve addressed some other health issues as well. Next step: a dentist appointment.
  • Contact lenses: It takes one second to put on my glasses and almost a minute to put in my contacts. No contest in the early days. Besides, you can’t nap with contacts in. I’ve started wearing contacts again on occasion, but I’m still having trouble with the idea that that one minute is worth it. I’ll work on that.
  • Clothing: I’ve only had a day or two where I stayed in my pajamas all day, but the first couple of months I was ashamed and depressed every time I got dressed. Buying some new clothing, even if it is a few sizes larger than I want it to be, has helped me to remember what a selfish value one’s appearance can and ought to be.
  • Jewelry: I’ve actually worn earrings a few times lately, although I have to stay away from the dangling kind for a while yet. You can’t put a shiny, wiggly object right in front of a baby and expect it to stay put.
  • Massages: After just a couple of months, I started getting the occasional massage, and it was well worth it because feeding babies can really give you a kink in the neck. I don’t really need the massages anymore so I’ve moved on to bigger and better things. Namely,
  • Exercise: I joined a gym this week, and I’ve worked out twice already! Some might think of exercise as a chore or duty, not worthy of this kind of list. But anyone who has kids understands that exercise can be one of the most selfish, pleasurable activities of the day. Just getting out of the house by myself is huge.

These are the Little Things that I need to do for myself in order to achieve and enjoy the Big Things. It’s not a trade off, in terms of time and effort to accomplish them. And it’s not a sacrifice of the long-range to the short-range. It’s not even a matter of hierarchy. It’s a matter of integration. It’s a matter of being selfish and ambitious in all things, no matter how small. And when we dismiss the small, we lose sight of the purpose and meaning of the big.

Randsday is the time to challenge any duty-premise, re-affirm your love of your values, and honor the principle that joy in living is an end in itself.

Amen.

 

Being a full-time parent to twin infants is much easier than I had expected. In fact, it seems easier than my time with Samantha as a baby, even though she was a singleton, and had no older siblings for me to care for. There is definitely a lot more work involved when you have two babies, but I don’t feel crushed by the weight of it the way I did with Sam.

Of course, one big improvement this time around is that I have experience. That is huge. The change in perspective can be summed up by my new parenting motto, uttered every time some little thing goes wrong: “They’ll live.” Another improvement is that we are now able to afford some hired help.

But there is more to it than that, and all the other reasons fall under one heading: Progress. In the five years since Samantha was born, our society has progressed so much that parenting is noticeably easier. It sounds fantastic, but it’s true. Here are some things that seem indispensable to me as a parent now, which did not exist (or were very expensive or rare) five years ago:

  • Amazon Prime – I buy almost everything from Amazon, and since shipping is free and fast (Prime is free for new moms for about 6 months), I don’t worry about batching up my orders. The minute I realize I need something, from formula to a new nursing bra, I go to Amazon and order it. It’s on my doorstep within two days. Not needing to bundle up two babies in the middle of winter for a trip to Target each week is incredibly liberating, not to mention the peace of mind I have in knowing that I’m not going to run out critical supplies.
  • Online grocery shopping – This is a stretch because we used an online grocery service in Chicago in 2000 and New Yorkers have had groceries delivered forever. But the service we used in Chicago didn’t outlast the dot-com crash, and we did not have anything in Michigan in 2006. I see that Netgrocer now delivers anywhere in the country (although the prices are pretty steep). Our local service here in northern Virginia is good enough and cheap enough so that Zoe and Leo have yet to see the inside of a supermarket. Do you hear me, parents? I have never had to take my babies grocery shopping! Ever!
  • Zappos – Again, a bit of a stretch because Zappos existed before Sam was born, but I had never heard of it, and I think they started with just shoes, whereas they have all kinds of clothing now. Zappos (now owned by Amazon) not only offers free shipping, but free return shipping, which means that I buy all of my clothing online too. You have to rewire some brain circuitry to take full advantage of Zappos. Think about it: for the price of one pair of shoes, you can buy twenty pairs of shoes at a time, try them all on at home, and return nineteen pairs. Yes, you can.
  • The Kindle – Feeding babies is pretty boring work. After a few minutes of bonding, you need entertainment. I don’t like having the TV on during feedings, and holding a book one-handed, even a paperback, is painfully difficult. With Sam, that left me with magazines, and since a new parent’s brain-power is reduced by about 50%, I couldn’t handle anything more than Us Weekly. The Kindle gets all the credit for all the good books I’ve been able to read since Leo and Zoe were born. I’m not talking high literature – the brain-power problem has yet to be solved by technology – but detective fiction and mysteries…what an improvement!
  • The smart phone – Besides reading, during feedings I often use my phone to check e-mail and Facebook. I’ve gotten pretty good at holding it and typing with just one hand. In fact, I take care of almost all my e-mail during feedings. That’s my kind of multitasking!
  • The tablet – I’ve finally found a use for my iPad! When I’m not up to reading or e-mailing, I turn to the iPad. It’s too heavy to hold and use with one hand, but I can set it on the table next to me and watch streaming media or listen to audiobooks.
  • Streaming media and audiobooks – Okay, these things were probably around five years ago, but the accessibility and selection is so much greater now, that they really count as new developments. How many of you were watching whole TV shows online or regularly listening to audiobooks in 2006?
  • Digital cameras that replace camcorders – having just one photo- and video-taking device makes it much more likely that I’ll take video at all, and it’s so much simpler.
  • Single-cup coffee brewers – Now affordable for home use. Need I say more?

Of course, there are many, many other incremental improvements. Our double-stroller is not a new concept, but it is much better than those sold in 2006. And our Honda Odyssey is just a new model, but it’s the first minivan to allow three children to be seated in the middle row, all using the Latch system (the safest method of attaching the car seats). I don’t think Zoe and Leo are receiving any vaccines that weren’t available in 2006, but Rotateq was brand new when Sam was born, and the twins are getting Synagis (more important for preemies), which became available about a dozen years ago.

It doesn’t seem possible that so much could change in so little time, but the wider context is even more staggering. Consider Dr. Harry Binswanger’s brilliant exercise in perspective:

The actual living conditions for Americans of 1826 were essentially those that had obtained during most of human history. If you transported Shakespeare from 1600 London to 1826 London or New York City, he’d find little that was strange to him, only improvements on what he already knew. That would be mostly true even of bringing Aristotle to 1826. But if you took Jefferson from 1826 and transported him to contemporary America, he would think that we’ve become a race of gods. He couldn’t even grasp radio, let alone DVDs, Mars rovers, Googling, gene therapy, and 3-D printing. Yet, it takes only two 93-year lifespans to stretch that 186 years.

In the history of mankind, an awful lot has happened in a very short time.

(Quoted, with permission, from Dr. Binswanger’s e-mail list, HBL)

I imagine a not-too-distant future where mothers are making casts of their breasts so that they can manufacture customized nipples for their babies’ bottles using their 3D printers, where there is a device that automatically removes the white part of a baby’s fingernails, no clipping required, and where we finally have the “brain in the sky,” as I like to call it – the computer from Star Trek that holds all the data you’ll ever need, which you access with your voice and which talks back to you if you want it to. We’re getting close to the last development already. We have Google, wireless access, and Siri. All we need now are the implants that allow us to get rid of those clunky input/output devices we call smart phones, and some refinement. That’s when technology will have solved the new parent brain-power problem.

If you, too, look forward to such an amazing time, take note – you’re  living in it now. We are a race of gods.

Almost There

Last night both Zoe and Leo slept for over nine hours straight! Most people consider this sleeping through the night, and I would too except that they slept from 8:30pm to 5:45am, and I didn’t get to sleep until midnight. I’ll be happy when they sleep until I’m ready to wake up, say around 7:30am.

Still, it’s a win because they both did it together. I see a light at the end of the sleepless tunnel.

This week, I took Zoe and Leo to the mall for the very first time. We strolled around, I bought a gift and a new winter coat, and I had lunch. I was very proud of myself for getting them out and having such a nice time doing it. But as I was changing my first diaper in a public restroom in about three years, I realized that by this age, Sam had not only been to the mall many times, but she had been to Arizona and Playa del Carmen, Mexico. She had flown on airplanes, hiked through the desert (well, okay, in her stroller), ridden on buses, and had even taken a ride on a catamaran. She had dipped her toes into the Caribbean Sea. By three months, Adam and I were experienced not only in changing diapers in public restrooms, but in changing them in tiny airplane bathrooms and on countertops in hotel lobbies.

Of course, those types of experiences are totally irrelevant to a baby. What is different is the experience for us, the parents. With Sam, we were determined not to let our baby interfere with our travels and adventures, and that was good. But with two babies and an older child, I am determined to do as little as possible, and to take things as slowly as possible. And that is working out well this time around. I know that we’re going to have countless adventures together, all five of us, and this time I don’t need to prove it to myself. This time, I can allow myself to take a time out from those things, and just relax and get to know these two little beings in peace.

This morning, I discussed with Sammy, for the very first time, the fact that she might get into fights and arguments with her brother and sister when they get older. Here was part of our conversation:

Me: So, for instance, you might be playing with a toy, and Leo might come over and say, “I want that!” and try to grab it away from you. But it’s your toy and you want to play with it and you don’t want him to have it. What do you think you would do then?

Sam: Hmmm. I think I would tell him that there are a lot of toddler toys he can play with on his toy shelf and try to give him one.

Me: Wow, that’s a great idea! I think that might work because toddlers are easily distracted. Now, we also have a lot of toys and things in the house that we all share. Like that book over there. That is not your property – it’s for everyone in the house to read. What would you do if both you and Zoe wanted to read it at the same time?

Sam: Hmmm. I think I would tell her that I could read it and she could look at the pictures.

Me: Wow, I didn’t even think of that one. Good thinking.

These were her own, original thoughts, based on all the principles we’ve been modeling and teaching her for the past few years. I was so impressed, not just with the content of her ideas, but with her conceptual ability. Normally, she is the “grabber” and Adam and I are the ones who suggest these kind of ideas, but she applied it all to this new situation.

None of this means that she’ll actually do these things in the heat of the moment – that’s something she’ll have to work on when the time comes. But she has a solid foundation for the challenges of cooperation and conflict resolution. Not bad for a kid who was an only child for five years! It’s nice to be reminded that, though I’m still confused and struggle with parenting issues all the time, I’m doing a damn good job.

After writing my last post, I realized that Sammy is now at an age where I really should get her permission before writing all these personal details about her online. She still doesn’t understand “online,” but she does understand that I write stories for my friends. So after the last post, I asked her if it was okay for me to write stories about her and let my friends read them. She said No.

Wow. Okay. So I told her that from now on I would read the story to her first and ask her if it was okay to share. She agreed. I read her the diaper story and she loved it and said, “Mommy, thank you for writing that story about me.” Whew.

So there might be a little less Sammy content here from now on, and I fear that my presentation will be altered because no matter how up front and honest I am with her, it’s different when there is a little Sammy sitting on my shoulder as I write. I’ll use my judgment to decide when I should seek her approval. I mean, I’m not going to read her every post that mentions her. But if I’m going to talk about toilet training or yeast infections or problems in school, well, she handles a lot of those issues on her own, so I think she is entitled to say that they are her private business. Good timing, actually, since I have two new little ones to exploit.  Ha ha.

And yes, this post has Sam’s approval!

Sammy just reached her last baby milestone: she is done with nighttime diapers. Last night she had her first dry night.

We had so much trouble with potty training with Sam that I just couldn’t bring myself to push her on the nighttime thing, even though five years old seems way too old for diapers. We talked her into trying a couple of times over the past year, but she wasn’t excited about it and she didn’t even wake up when her bed was soaked.

Then, suddenly, she was ready, and she asked to wear her special underwear (training pants). She didn’t wear them every night at first, and sometimes she would wear them to start out, but then she’d change into a diaper in the middle of the night rather than use the potty. I allowed her to do it her way. I suppose she might not be completely done with the diapers. I’ll leave them in her drawer and let her decide. But her first dry night is such a big deal.

She’s peed in the underwear a few times but they have some absorbency, so only once have we had to change her sheets. (And it was cleaning day so the maids actually did it for us!)  I’m sure there will be some middle of the night changing of sheets in our future, but what a relief that we’ve gotten this far without that ugly chore.

I am using rewards for this because I promised it to her a long time ago and a deal is a deal. We gave her a star for a dry night and when she gets three in a row we’ll go out for ice cream. But I know that isn’t what is motivating her, or else she would have done this long ago. She’s just finally ready.

And that is our Sam in a nutshell. She does things on her own timetable, and that typically is slower than most children. But nothing we can say or do will speed her up. Then, when she finally chooses to do something, she does it expertly.

Another lesson to note for homeschooling.

Well, as my Facebook friends know, we had to put our cat to sleep today. I won’t bore you with the reasons and details – it’s always sad and always hard to make this decision. But I did want to note here that we were completely up front with Sam about the whole thing, from the decision-making process to the meaning of death. Sam even went to the vet with Adam for the procedure. She had intended to watch, but at the last minute, decided she didn’t want to see him actually die. She saw the first injection that relaxed him, then left the room for the fatal injection. Then she came back in after he was dead and petted him a little bit. She saw that he was not moving and that his eyes were still open.

I’m really glad we allowed her to choose what she would experience. If she hadn’t gone to the vet at all, I don’t think it would have been as real for her. And I was gratified that she was so independent in deciding what she wanted to see and what she didn’t. I asked her if she felt sad but she said that she was really just curious about it.

I was really worried about how she would take this. She loved that cat. She tormented him constantly, but that was just the form of her love. She spent much more time with Jinx that Adam or I did. But the thing is, she doesn’t seem too bothered by his death at all. I’m sure it will sink in a bit more as days go by and he isn’t here anymore. But she hasn’t shed a tear or even expressed any sadness. The worst thing for her seems to be seeing me cry. (I’m a big baby right now because of the hormones.) And one of the first things she said when she got home from the vet was “Mommy, now that Jinxie died, I hope that we can get a new cat. And when Toby dies, I hope we can get a new dog.” I don’t know if I should worry at her callousness, or if I should respect her value-focus.

Anyway, we had lots of good talks in the past week about death, expressing emotions, respect for life, kindness to living creatures, the meaning of pets, and how important it is not to allow the investment in your home be destroyed by the smell of cat urine.

Jokes aside, it was a sad day. Goodbye, Jinx.

Zoe’s first smile was for Sammy. Isn’t that the sweetest thing ever? And she is learning to use her hands, too! Unbearably cute and sweet:

 


 

Sammy was angry all morning. Stomping, spitting, breaking the rules, yelling at us. At one point when things were calm, I mentioned that she needed to remove her own toys from Leo and Zoe’s toy shelf. (This is something we’re working on.) She told me that she wanted to put her scissors on their shelf so that they could use them when they got older. Then it got real quiet.

A few minutes later Sammy came into the living room and looked in her mirror. I asked if everything was okay. She said coyly, “You know what I’m going to say, don’t you?” This means she broke the rules, or is about to ask if she can break the rules. She came over to me and was about to whisper in my ear when I said, “Oh, I see it. You cut your hair.” She had cut a couple of locks from the front. I said, completely calmly, but with mild disappointment in my voice: “It looks bad. And your school pictures are coming up soon, so it will look that way for your picture. And when you put it up in a ponytail, that part won’t go in the ponytail because it is too short.”

She said, “Yeah. I miss my hair.” I told her that it would grow back, but that it would take a long time.

Someday, that girl will learn that actions taken in anger never do her any good. I don’t know how long it can take to learn that lesson, but she certainly gives herself enough opportunities to learn it. I guess it’s a difficult one – plenty of adults have never learned it either.

Okay, here’s what you’ve all been dying to know: what does a typical day with newborn twins look like? What do you have to do with them all day? How is it different than having one baby?

Well, to answer the last question first, it is not all that different than having one baby. It is more work, and sometimes there are logistical difficulties, but mostly, it’s just feeding two babies instead of one. It gets really difficult when Sammy is around – especially if there is only one adult in the house. I try to avoid that situation as much as possible. Two days a week, I am alone with Leo and Zoe and Sam in the morning. If the babies wake up at different times and Sam is helpful about getting ready for school on her own, everything is fine. But when both babies wake up and want to eat at the same time, it gets dicey. That happened this morning. Luckily, Sammy has really stepped up to the plate, getting herself dressed quickly and not throwing any fits. More about how I handle that later.

Zoe and Leo are still on a three-hour feeding cycle, which is how they came home from the NICU. The doctors have told us to keep this schedule until they are at least two months old (they are seven weeks now), except at night, when they say we can allow them to go four or five hours between feedings. The doctors want the babies fed aggressively until they catch up to their peers – meaning when they make it on to the growth chart. Preemies do gain weight faster than full-term babies, and they do catch up, but it takes a while. I used to set my alarm at night and we’d wake them up if they slept too long, but I’ve stopped doing that. According to the doctors, both Zoe and Leo are eating well and gaining weight extremely well, so I don’t see why we shouldn’t allow them to sleep if that’s what they need. We need it, too. Most of the time, they go four or five hours between feedings at night anyway, but Leo has gone as long as six and a half. And sometimes they only go three, just like during the day. Those are the tough nights. But that’s no different than any single newborn, really, except that we can’t take turns – both of us are involved in every feeding.

Generally, we’ve tried to keep both babies on the same schedule, meaning that if they don’t both wake up at the same time, we’ll wake up the sleeper so we can feed them both at once. Every mother of twins I’ve spoken to (except one) and every book I’ve read and every web site I’ve browsed has told me to do it this way. In fact, keeping both babies on the same schedule was the number one piece of advice. I’m not sure why. It works for us most of the time, but mostly because we are feeding them both breastmilk and formula. Because they are preemies, the doctors told us that they both must have at least two bottles of high-calorie formula per day, so exclusive breastfeeding is out. (I wouldn’t have been able to do that anyway.) So, when there are two adults in the house, I nurse one baby and the other baby gets a bottle from the other adult. At the next feeding, we switch. If both babies are on the same schedule, this works out very nicely. If they are staggered it gets confusing because I might have to nurse one and then nurse the other almost immediately, which doesn’t work. So I’ll skip nursing that one and then go too long without nursing and my milk supply suffers.

But when only one person is home, you want them staggered so you don’t have to try to feed both at once. I suppose some parents find ways to feed two babies at once on a regular basis and enjoy the time-savings, but to me, it’s more trouble than it is worth. I haven’t even tried to nurse two at once, and I don’t intend to. The way that Leo squirms, it would be impossible anyway.

But sometimes I have to deal with both at once. Sometimes they both wake up to eat at the same time and I’m the only one home. I’ve tried a number of things to deal with this. Sometimes, I just let one cry until the other one is finished. That has to mean that Zoe is first to eat though, since Leo needs to be held upright for a long time after he eats and she’d be crying for an hour if she were second. So if Leo is screaming louder and I don’t want to make him wait, I’ll try to feed them both at once. I’ve done this by setting one up in a car seat on a coffee table in front of me, or on a chair next to me, and holding the other. I’ll nurse the one I’m holding and bottle-feed the one in the car seat. This works, but they never get quite a full feed, and I don’t like not being able to quickly burp the one in the car seat. I wouldn’t do this on a regular basis, not matter how efficient it is. I did it this morning, nursing Zoe and giving Leo a bottle. While I was doing it, the babysitter arrived to take Sammy to school and I gave her my keys and instructions for the day and said goodbye to Sammy and made sure she took her lunch and her umbrella. I felt like twin-supermommy!

I’m not sure how much longer the breastfeeding will last. My supply isn’t that great so a lot of time I’m nursing and giving a bottle to “top them off.” Then I have all the downsides of nursing, plus all the extra dirty bottles to clean. Leo has become a pain to breastfeed because he keeps popping off and squirming. He does the same thing with a bottle, but at least he’s not scratching and biting me in sensitive places that way. But I’ll probably continue, at least with Zoe, mostly because it’s still easier to nurse in the middle of the night, and because it does save money. The bonding was great, but I think I’m over that. I’ve bonded with both of them now, and they are starting to interact with us a bit more in other ways, so it’s not as big of a deal. Once they are both bottle-feeding and more mature, one person might be able to feed them both at the same time more easily, especially when they can hold their own bottles.

Another thing we do is keep a log of all of their feeds and diapers. This is standard fare for twins also. I thought it would be a pain and maybe not worth the hassle, but it is so necessary. I can’t tell you how many conversations we’ve had like this:

Adam: Did you do Leo or Zoe last time?
Amy: I can’t remember. Don’t you remember?
Adam: Well, I know Leo pooped earlier and I changed it, but was that the last feed?
Amy: I don’t know. I think I fed Zoe last time. Right?
Adam: I don’t know. Oh, wait, I remember – I fed Zoe last time because I remember giving her her vitamins.
Amy: Oh yeah, that’s right. And I gave Leo his Zantac. But wait. Oh no, that’s right.
Adam: So that means that I feed Leo now, right?
Amy: Wait, now I’m confused. Who did you say you fed last time?
Adam: I don’t remember what I just said.
Amy: Me either.
Adam: Let’s go look at the log.

I’m not exaggerating. We have witnesses.

Having a video monitor has been super-helpful. We still can’t always recognize which one is crying. And it does matter. We ignore Leo’s crying much more than we ignore Zoe’s. Much of the time, there is nothing we can do to help Leo, but if Zoe is crying before feeding time, it probably means her diaper is leaking or she is lying in a pool of spit up or she has a poopy diaper. Those are things we can fix.

Another challenge with twins is keeping up with the supplies. We go through diapers and wipes at an insane rate. And then, preemies grow so fast! We were short on preemie sized diapers so I ordered another case from Amazon, but then a few days later, they had grown out of that size and we ended up with hundreds of unused tiny diapers. (We’ll donate them to the NICU.) Both Leo and Zoe grew quickly out of their preemies-sized clothing, too, and are now growing out of the newborn stuff and moving on to “0-3 month” size. For a while, I was rearranging their drawers every week. We used less than one case of newborn sized diapers as well – they were only in that size for a couple of weeks. Thank goodness for Amazon. I can get anything within two days without leaving my home.

It can also be difficult to keep track of whose stuff is whose. Pacifiers, clothing, half-used burp cloths, bulb syringes, syringes for medications, etc. We have to have a system for everything. Luckily, I enjoy system-building! I’ve got the whole house set up pretty well right now.

I was really worried about bathing twins because I had it in my head that I’d have to bathe both at once. Of course you don’t bathe both at once – at least not when they are newborns! The NICU gave us a little tub that we used a few times, but they grew out of it and then I tried using a little chair in the sink. But that doesn’t submerge them in the water and they hate it, so I use it to soap them up, then throw in on the floor and dunk them in the sink to rinse them. They love that. I hate using the kitchen sink, though. I never feel like it is really clean. I just bought an inflatable tub that goes in the regular tub to see how that works. I probably bathe each one about once or twice a week.

Of course, we have to trim their fingernails. No difference there between twins and a single baby – just double the work. Neither one has enough hair to brush, but Zoe has developed a bad case of baby acne and we have to wipe her face after each feed.

Laundry is pretty crazy. I didn’t do any laundry until recently because Adam and my parents and our babysitter did it all. Only now am I starting to take over that task. I’d guess we’re doing about a dozen loads a week. It’s not just the baby clothes and blankets and burp cloths – it’s also the 2-3 shirts a day that Adam and I each go through because of the spit up, and the extra outfit Sam wears each day since she has to change her clothes when she comes home from school (germs, you know, since they are preemies and we have to be super-careful about them not getting sick). It helps that we have lots and lots of swaddle blankets and wash cloths (which we use as burp cloths). It’s worth the investment to ensure that you can go three days without running out. I’d guess that we have about 50 burp cloths to cover that, and about a dozen blankets.

Speaking of swaddling, we’re not doing that this time around, whereas it was a mission-critical skill with Sammy. Leo sleeps in his car seat because of his reflux so can’t be swaddled, and Zoe doesn’t need to be swaddled to be happy. We keep Leo’s car seat in the crib to keep it off the floor, and we only have the one crib, so Zoe sleeps next to a giant car seat, and they can’t even see each other. That bums me out, but it’s the best method we’ve found so far. I just discovered that Leo loves to be rocked in the car seat so I’m going to buy a swing and see if he can sleep in that. But our dream of having them sleep together as babies probably isn’t going to happen.

Another key with twins: have a place to safely stow a baby in every room of the house. (I call these devices, “baby jails,” since they are basically ways to keep the baby from getting out.) You never know when you’ll need to put one down and deal with the other. We have a couple of bouncy seats but the babies are really still too small to enjoy them. But we do have a super Ikea changing table in the living room which is like a hammock and can be used for naps. And the extra car seat is usually available. We have the Pack ‘n Play set up in our bedroom. They’re still little enough to safely leave on our bed or on the floor on a blanket without supervision. This will get more challenging later, so we’ll need more baby jails like swings and exersaucers and such.

So what is a typical day like for me? After a night of about 5-6 hours sleep (broken up into two chunks), I’ll wake up, feed two babies, and get Sam ready for school. Then I’ll have about an hour before the next feeding so I’ll try to feed myself and drink as much coffee as possible. (I’ve stopped worrying about caffeine in the breastmilk. They’ll live.) Then I feed two babies again and shower in my time off. There might be time for a quick nap here, or possibly some work on my computer like paying bills or writing a blog post. If I’m on top of things, I’ll unload the dishwasher and reload it with the previous night’s bottles and maybe start a load of laundry. Then I feed two babies again and then eat “lunch.” By around 2pm, I’m usually dressed and fed and ready to go out somewhere if necessary. (I’ve made a point of showering and getting dressed most days and even though it takes until the afternoon, it’s worth it.) Adam gets home from teaching somewhere in here on the days that he teaches. (When he doesn’t teach, he usually tries to work from home but will feed the second baby and help with laundry and dishes and everything else.) Someone picks up Sam from school. Sometimes that is me. Some days the babysitter comes around this time and entertains Sam and helps with the late-afternoon feeding. Babysitter or not, if any errands need to be run, someone tries to dart out between feedings. Some days I take Sammy with me to the pharmacy or the post office and call it quality time with her. (And really, we do enjoy that.) If I’m totally exhausted, I might take a nap in here. Otherwise, I’m shopping online or opening Amazon boxes or Putting Stuff Away. I can’t tell you how much time I spend Putting Stuff Away. If I go one day without Putting Stuff Away, the house becomes completely disorganized and that’s when I start to lose my mind. That brings us to around 6pm. Because we’ve had so much help with meals, I haven’t yet gotten into a rhythm of making dinner, so there might be a scramble here for food, or I might prepare something. But we almost always still sit down at the table – Sammy, Adam, and I – and eat together. Then we have to immediately try to figure out how bedtime for Sam will work, because a feeding inevitably overlaps with that long process. (We really need to get Sam’s bedtime down to a reasonable time instead of the hour-long process that it is now.) I wish I were more organized at the end of the day, but we don’t keep the twins on a rigid schedule, so we never know exactly how the timing will go. The free time after this feeding is usually reserved for dishes, making Sammy’s lunch, more Putting Stuff Away, other chores, and maybe a little bit of TV. Then there is another feed around 11pm which ends around midnight, and the adults go to sleep. Usually, we only have one true middle of the night feeding to deal with after that.

That makes seven feedings a day. Each one takes about an hour per baby, if you include changing their diapers, burping them, bathing them, soothing them, and doing whatever else needs to be done with them. That makes 14 hours per day of hands-on baby duties. (They sleep the rest of the time.) Most days, I only do a little more than half that. Maybe nine or ten hours, tops – sometimes only seven. The rest is handled by Adam or the babysitter. There really isn’t that much other work related directly to the babies (laundry and dishes and opening Amazon boxes, mainly), and Adam has been helping so much that it’s not overwhelming. (My parents also did a lot of that work while they were here.) And since I’ve been using Amazon for supplies, Peapod for groceries, and using every short-cut I can think of for meals (frozen food, pre-prepared food from the grocery store, pizza deliveries, ready-to-heat meal services, take-out, and mostly, lots of help from friends and neighbors), I’ve had enough time to do things like write blog posts, take Sammy to her gym, take Sammy to her dance lessons, attend a picnic, take Sammy to the playground, etc. On top of that, because of technology, I’ve spent most of the time while feeding babies reading books on my Kindle or checking Facebook or e-mail on my Droid. That time is relaxing and enjoyable. I don’t feel harried or overworked most of the time. The worst part is just the repetitiveness of it all – and the feeling that there is no way out of this routine for many, many months to come. And that is no different than it was with one baby. Oh, I take it back – that is the second-worst thing. The worst thing is listening to your baby cry and not being able to do anything about it. Thank goodness Zoe is so mellow and happy so it’s only Leo who is crying. If both were crying as much as he is, I’d probably be a wreck.

The biggest difference between my first experience with an infant and this one is not that I have two babies. It is that I have perspective. I know that this time will end. Of course, I knew that last time, but it wasn’t real to me. I had no idea how much easier it would get, and how different things would be in a year. I feared that I had given up all my other values forever, for my sweet baby Sam. And that was scary. This time, I know that this period is an investment. And since it doesn’t feel permanent, I’m able to enjoy my two new sweet babies, Leo and Zoe, so much more. Some days are torture, and some are just filled with drudgery, but most of the time, I’m enjoying myself. No one is more surprised about that than I am!

Disclaimer: this post was written on little sleep and during extreme stress.

We f-ed up big time last night. We had friends over for dinner and allowed the twins’ schedule to fall apart. We wanted to talk and so the minute Leo or Zoe fussed, they got fed just to keep the peace. And they napped in the living room because it was easier than bringing them up to the nursery. Neither one slept more than a few minutes at a time. Today is a nightmare–they won’t eat a full meal but cry continuously for more as soon as I put them down. Last night they slept, but not in as long stretches as usual.

What I’ve learned (well, I already knew it, but it’s been reinforced) is that we’ve been doing so well with the twins because we’ve maintained discipline. Discipline means never feeding a baby just to stop its crying. They eat when we say they eat (although we take their signals into account and allow for growth spurts and such). Demand-feeding leads to snacking and short naps, which is good for nobody in the family. I don’t know how people can think that an infant knows what is best for it when it comes to food and sleep. Sammy is five years old and she still falls apart every time I get lazy and allow her to manage her own food and sleep. It is the parent’s job to encourage healthy eating and sleeping habits, which pretty much means consolidation of each. Sure, you let go little by little, and some kids can figure out what is best for them earlier than others, but it is pure insanity to allow a newborn infant to dictate when it eats and when it sleeps. Having two babies just makes it that much more clear. It takes discipline to act in everybody’s long-range interest. It takes discipline to hear your baby crying but say to yourself, I know what he needs better than he does, and to wait.

I think the problem for first-time parents is sorting out the difference between taking the baby’s signals into account and letting the baby dictate the schedule. It’s a fine line, and nothing but experience can teach you the difference. With Sam, I think we fell too much towards not listening to her signals. We were afraid that any deviation would “spoil” her, which was really stupid, in retrospect. A rigid schedule is just as ridiculous as demand-feeding. But the demand-feeding advocates make me more angry than the schedulers, just as subjectivists make me angrier than intrincicists. (And D’s make me angrier than M’s, if you know anything about DIM.)

Right now, I’m solving the problem we created last night by letting both babies cry. Earlier this morning, I continued with the short-range method of feeding them as soon as they cried, just hoping that they’d get back on track on their own. But they never did. Now I have to suck it up, and writing this blog post is a good distraction (and running the noisy dishwasher helps too). They have clean diapers, they’ve been fed recently (although neither ate much), they are warm and comfortable. But they can’t settle down because their rhythm is off. They will each be fed three hours after the beginning of their last feed and no sooner. In my experience, this “reboot” will fix the problem.

And now the three hours is up. THANK GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I think this is going to do it for Sam’s 5 year photo. It’s almost a month late, but at 5 years old a month doesn’t make much difference. Adam made the sign a few days after her birthday, but it sat around so long that it got “decorated.” Hey, it just reflects the reality of our lives. And Sam does not like posing, so we had to get her while she had a baby in her lap. Oh well, it’s good for perspective, right?

No, those are just rationalizations. The reality is that my new parenting motto is: Good Enough!

Here they are, doing their Big Things. It was almost impossible to get a photo of Leo when he was not moving. The boy is just constantly in motion! Zoe, on the other hand, kept her eyes open and held still.

Leo

Zoe

I’m a huge fan of breastfeeding, but not for the reasons you hear most often. I’m not 100% convinced that breast milk is any better nutritionally than formula. (I suspect they both have their advantages.) I guess breastfeeding is cheaper, but as Tori points out, the typical analysis ignores all the costs of breastfeeding; it is certainly not free. It’s more convenient at times, but it can also be a hassle when you have to pump and deal with leakage. I could go on…

What I love about breastfeeding is the bonding. I enjoyed it so much with Sammy. It was hard to imagine having a baby and not breastfeeding. There is just something wonderful about giving your child sustenance directly from your body. But it is also the most interactive thing you can do with a newborn. You spend a lot of time looking at your baby; it’s not a passive enjoyment, but a time of active observation that allows you to get to know your child’s personality just a little bit. You have to learn your baby’s signals and your baby has to learn yours. When you both learn how to do it, you achieve a kind of symbiosis that is very fulfilling. For those of you who’ve never experienced it, I’d liken it to the feeling you get when you learn how to control a dog or a horse; when you both understand each other and work together, everything becomes easy and you experience the true joy of teamwork. It’s also like the concept of flow, but between two people instead of just an internal state. Everything just feels right when you are nursing.

But with Sammy, I had no differentiation for my observations about bonding through breastfeeding. I had nothing to compare it against. I only had one child, and I breastfed exclusively. Not only that, but Sammy never even had a bottle of breast milk because I was unable to pump effectively. All I knew was nursing.

With Leo and Zoe, I’ve learned so much more about this bonding. Mostly, I’ve learned that my conclusions were right.

Since Leo was born bigger and stronger than Zoe, I was able to nurse him almost immediately. I can’t remember the exact dates, but I think I began nursing Zoe at least four days later. I only nursed Leo once a day, but in those days I felt much closer to him than I did to Zoe. I had a relationship with him that was simply absent with her. I’ve been able to continue breastfeeding both children at home and to this day, I feel closer to Leo than I do to Zoe. That could be due to other factors, but based on that early experience, I think it has a lot to do with the breastfeeding. But they are only one month old and I expect that to change.

I’ve also bottle-fed both of them, and I’m surprised to find that the bonding that takes place with this kind of feeding is very similar to that of breastfeeding. You still get a lot of the interaction. Both baby and parent must pay attention and adapt to the other. It’s possible that the only things missing are the skin to skin contact and the hormones. Adam never got to bottle-feed Sammy, and he is thrilled to be able to do so with Zoe and Leo. I asked him if he now feels cheated that he missed the chance with Sammy and he gave me a (friendly) sarcastic reply about how, yes, they just don’t have a connection between them. (Adam and Sammy have just about the best father-daughter relationship that I can imagine and they are super-close considering that he is not the primary caregiver.)

So in the end, I don’t think any of the bonding is relevant to future relationships. I find absurd the idea that, if you don’t breastfeed an infant within 5 minutes of their birth, something will be forever lacking in your relationship. My relationship with Zoe is growing deeper by the day and just because it started out slow doesn’t mean it won’t catch up. And I don’t think bottle-fed infants suffer from some kind of lack of love. Of course, I don’t even buy attachment theory, so there you go. Breastfeeding can be a wonderful thing, but it’s really just icing on the cake.

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