Double trouble with one pair of hands
The reality of ‘double trouble’ is I only have one pair of hands. Dealing with two babies at the same time is HARD. At the moment I have two teething babies wanting attention at the same time. So yep, two babies often crying at the same time, and unless you have twins you don’t know how taxing that is. The girls are at the stage where they cry for everything? I have already had days looking back at pictures when they were smaller and they just sat in their twins cushion and just smiled.
Getting out the house can be murder
I can’t count on one hand how many times I have left the house and not felt frazzled. As the girls are getting older it’s getting harder. The fact that I have two babies means something is more likely to go wrong. I have had both babies dressed and just about ready to go then… double poo explosions, sick on clothes, crying fits and sometimes the only reason I get out is because I need to before I go crazy. But then I arrive and I am bloody hot and flustered and if I arrive late and anyone has anything to say, I want to SCREAM do you know the hassle it has taken me to get here?!
No twin mother tribe
My twin mother tribe where you at?? To be honest I have struggled with a mother tribe in general. Other than friends and family I already know, I haven’t made any new mother friends. I have a few twin mums on Instagram that I am able to have honest conversations with but I haven’t had a twin mum play date yet.
Getting around with twins
Ooooh the joy of getting around London with twins before I purchased my car! I did a few trips on public transport because I was going crazy. If you thought London wasn’t baby friendly with one baby, with two it can be a nightmare! I was forever envious of women with one baby strapped to them walking around because that is what I envisioned before I found out I was having twins. Having to check if my double pushchair would even fit, for lunch invitations with friends. Getting on a train during rush hour (which was totally unintentional). Ok, the lift to the platform for the train I was meant to get on wasn’t working. So I had to wait another 20 mins which meant I was now commuting in the midst of rush hour. The rolling of eyes and being told I should move when clearly there was no space for me to do so. Realising I need to go to the loo when I am on my own. What do I do with the babies when the women’s toilets are not big enough for all three of us? The hunt for an accessible toilet, finally finding one but it’s locked, then the hunt for a staff member to open it while holding my bladder. I tend to stick to retail parks and shopping centers because I move around with ease. Also the facilities for mothers with young children are pretty good.
So who is going to babysits?
Not that I had an arm’s length list of all the friends and family that would babysit my girls. But if you’re expecting twins, know that the list will be slightly shorter. I don’t have any other children so looking after my girls is all I know. But for most, the idea of looking after twins is a daunting thing. I’m pretty lucky that they have grandparents that are willing to help but I have to be mindful that I am leaving two babies with them. The look of relief when I turn up to collect them and I smirk ‘now you know what I go through and why all I moan about is that I want to sleep’.
Motherhood is a beautiful thing. My girls are a delight and have brought so many smiles, but I have had loads of holy shit moments too..