2 months old

This 8x10 photo collage hangs on our wall

I can say with absolute certainty that this has been the most difficult two months of my life. The delivery, delivery recovery, the leg injury, injury recovery, the sleep deprivation, the bills, Brianna's adjustment, my perpetually untidy home...
But I'd do it all over again for these two!
I absolutely adore our little babies. Snuggling, cuddling, watching, massaging, bfeeding, talking to them - sweetest moments of my day. I only wish I could spend more time doing those things.

They're getting fatter! Even I notice it. Usually it's just other people commenting on their size increase, but I don't see it because I'm with them all the time. But just a few days ago I really noticed that their legs don't look so scrawny and their arms and shoulders are soft and squishy. I have trouble getting to their necks during bathtime because I have to move aside the rolls. It makes me happy. Very happy.
Sleeping is hit-and-miss. Sometimes they do great - like 6 hour stretches at the same time, or sometimes I'm up every two hours. Or more. I miss regular sleep. They're still napping in the spare car seats, reclined back. I'd love to put them in the crib, but it's a space issue - the crib is in Brianna's room, and we don't trust her yet. I think she'd want to share ALL her toys and stuffed animals with them when we weren't looking. Babies don't like to be smothered, I've heard. And the other room is our computer/office/guest/workout/movie/storage room. So that leaves the corner of our bedroom for the babies, which is too small for a crib. Unless we put Brian's dresser outside in the backyard.
Bennett has purple marker on his head right now. Brianna got to him before I could intervene. She told me last week, "Bennett not like you. Bennett not like milk. I need to hold you" while I was feeding him. It was kinda sad! I really do try hard to spend one-on-one time with her so she doesn't feel neglected. But whatever I do, it will be less than what she's been used to her whole life. Oh well - adjustments for everyone!
I wish I had more time to write about Courtney and Bennett. Not that they DO very much... besides those cute little baby pushups...
We just got back from their checkup. The results... [drum roll].... Courtney is 9lb 9oz 22in, Bennett is 9lb 11oz 21.5in.  Head circumferences... I don't remember. Meh. Who cares about that one anyway. For their weights, Courtney is in the 10th percentile, Bennett is in the 19th.  Heights are like 49th I think. I don't like those numbers though, because they're being compared to all other babies in the US born on their same birthday. So they're being compared to babies born full term. And babies who didn't share a womb. But I do like those percentile numbers because they're getting higher at every checkup!

I think our doc really enjoys his twin patients.

Getting to the appointment was a Herculean effort. Seriously, my head was spinning. Brianna insisted on tagging along, even though I offered to let her play at any friend's home she wanted. For some reason Brianna thinks it's awesome to go to the doctor. She loves it. Though every time we're there she ends up crying hard  (shots, medicine, having to leave the toys). She doesn't even like being measured and weighed. But I had to let her come. Thankfully Brian was able to take his lunch break and meet us there. I would've crashed and burned without him. Taking 3 kids out, all under the age of 3, all by myself, is insane. Absolutely insane. Doesn't matter how much I hate being trapped at home all day. Trying to leave is worse. Once we get going the babies usually fall asleep, then it's ok. But if they're crying, it's miserable and I feel awful. And of course taking them in and out, holding two babies, my purse, diaper bag, Brianna... I need 4 arms. Actually 5 - one to open doors.
Brianna ended up getting her flu shot! I was so grateful to get that out of the way.

Eeek! Sorry this looks freaky - it's just Acetaminophen. They loved it.

Though I'm totally uneasy about vaccinations/immunizations - I fully believe there's junk in those concoctions and there are real chances of horrible side effects... but the benefits outweigh the risks. By far. I cannot afford to have a sick toddler in my house. I'm making Brian get a flu shot too. I might have to pin him down kicking and screaming just like we did for Brianna. The babies did great for the their shots! Way better than Brianna ever did! They screamed of course, but stopped abruptly after less than 10 seconds. No joke. And I didn't shed a tear or even cringe very much. When Brianna had her first shots, I BAWLED. It killed me to see my baby in pain. But now I just take it in stride. I feel bad about that - I'm so calloused. I really like our Pediatrician, which is a lot to say. I haven't especially liked any of the others - and we've gone through several with all our moves and different clinics. Next shoot-out and weigh-in: 4 months!