They just turned a year today.
It was without a shadow of a doubt the toughest year of my life.
Also have a DD, age 3 plus a husband with a very busy job.
The boys were premature with jaundice, on 3 hourly feeds (that lasted 2 hours 50 mins), faced tandem breastfeeding, supplemented with bottles which we eventually had to wash, 16 bottles every 24 hours in between the 15 mins break between feeds, entire family getting swine flu over Christmas, many nights of tears, soul searching, doubting the point of anything, stressy fights with DD, weeks going showerless in my dressing gown, days going on 20 mins sleep (honest), hours going foodless, feeling like I'd mount everest to climb and wondering how in god's name I'd get there.
Regret at not having the time to read to them, just hold them, play with them and sing to them as I was always distracted with the other twin, my head was stuck in a washing machine or running to my DD to help with toilet training.
Wondering if I was doing a good job.
Having a glass of wine now on their birthday while all in bed.
This is not a ranty/moany post, I just wanted to say that my boys, husband, DD and me survived. I didn't think I'd get there, but they're doing great, are smiley happy little men.
We did it!
We got there in the end!