We were very blessed that the twins kept the same schedule. I’ve always heard to never wake a sleeping baby. But twins change the rules. So we read all the books (I DID, Jeremy just did what I told him!) and had a game plan. After one twin woke up, we were going to wake the other one and feed him/her too. Never once did we have to do this. Not one time. They did it on their own. One point for the twins coming out pleasing their mama. We did follow some strategies to help them differentiate between day and night– during the day, we opened the blinds for more light, were louder (NOT HARD for Jeremy or me), used our sing-song voices, and were more playful with them. At night, we didn’t make eye contact, were quiet, didn’t talk much to them or each other, and didn’t turn any lights on. From the first month, I can only remember 2 or 3 particularly “rough” nights.
When we did IVF, they did a genetic panel on me and discovered I was a carrier for Cystic Fibrosis. Jeremy and I chose not to do anything about it (i.e. have him tested) because if we had never done any fertility treatments we wouldn’t have known this and it didn’t change anything about our future babies. Neither were our embryos genetically screened. However Sadie’s newborn screening showed some abnormalities for Cystic Fibrosis. This terrified me. Maybe we should have had Jeremy tested after all. Anyway, they referred us to Duke and we scheduled an appointment to take our girl to be tested. We were so nervous about the results, but we got the call later in the day that she is only a carrier for CF and would never have to think about it again until she is grown and ready to have kids of her own. Sigh. I can’t even think about that.
Jeremy went back to work and we had 3 grandmothers coming to stay with us. The first week, my mom and grandma came to help. What a special blessing for my 84 year old grandmother to know them. This is the stuff dreams are made of.
Mimi and Grandma being here allowed me to take lots of naps. They held, snuggled, and fed the babies while I watched. They cooked, cleaned, and Mimi made my bed up for me. Every day. They stayed for a week and the Sunday they left, Mawmaw came to stay with us. The twins were 5 weeks old and Spencer rolled over for the first time on February 5, the day she got here. He was doing tummy time and was so mad that he pushed himself over. It only took him a few days to do it consistently. Mawmaw is an early bird, so she’d get up and get herself ready then take the morning shift with the babies allowing me to get a shower or a nap. I loved taking naps those first few months. She was a great help and good company during the week she was here. I know she loved getting to spend time with her new grand babies.
I was so dreading the day Mawmaw left, because that would be the first time I was alone with them. The twins were 6 weeks old before I was ever home alone with them. That’s a great testament of supportive family members and the best husband. I was more nervous for that day then I was the day I gave birth to them. I was most scared that they would both cry at the same time. What ever would I do? I called my trusty friend Autumn who said, “I don’t remember what I did, but they both will cry at the same time, and it will be ok!” At almost 8 months old, they have both cried at the same time MANY TIMES, I just take it all in stride now but I was so scared then.
Hannie, one of my college roommates and a friend who prayed faithfully for me to get pregnant came to distract me. She completely organized and cleaned the nursery, which was exactly what I needed. Then we went to eat Japanese express, just like our old college days.
Aunt KT’s advice was just to sing really loud if/when they both started crying. So when I kissed Jeremy goodbye that morning, I was ready for them to start crying and for me to start singing. But they didn’t cry. Well not at the same time at least. I still don’t know how I did that. We were just starting to work on keeping a schedule, so I worked really hard to track their feedings and naps to prepare for SLEEP TRAiNiNG!
By the end of the week, they were sleeping in their own rooms! What!? What!? Albeit, they were still in their Rock N Plays. Transitioning them to cribs would come later. Baby steps. Literally.
They had a special visitor this month. Papa was finally able to hold his little name sake. He has prayed and begged (all 4 of) us for a grandson forever. His 6th grand baby was a boy. I just hope Spencie loves hunting and all things outdoors. My daddy was a huge encouragement to me during our infertility journey. He faithfully prayed for me and asked all the questions and wanted to know all the details. #thatsnotawkwardatall
He started calling me on Tuesday mornings at 6:10, and this is a tradition we still maintain. I remember when I called to tell him we were pregnant, he prayed for us on the phone. He prayed for 2 (boy) babies that would be soldiers for Christ and for at least one of them to love the outdoors. Let’s see if you get your wish, Pap! For your sake, I’m praying for the same things.
When they were 7 weeks old, I started seriously implementing some strategies for sleep training. ST is not for everyone, but I specifically remember lying in bed before they were born wondering if I’d ever get any sleep again. Right then I resolved that I’d do whatever I needed to do to make sure I still got my precious sleep. By this point, we were only getting up once a night which was WONDERFUL. But I didn’t want to get up at all. We kept working on it and they eventually got it.
They took 2 trips to Welcome this month. The first one was because I was desperate to get out of the house so we went to my cousin Courtney’s Lularoe party.
The second trip was when they were 6 weeks old. My twin mom group hosted a brunch for new moms and I was so eager to go. Jeremy packed the babies up and went to Mawmaw’s for the day. They had a great time snuggling and playing with their big cousins. However I was waiting in the garage for them when they got home. Oh, how I missed my sweet little babies. And their daddy.
These 2 months have flown by and have been such a blessing to Jeremy and me. I can’t wait to watch them grow up.