Posting as I just need to get this off my chest.
My twins are 11 weeks old. I have a 2 year old also. I reach my limit with them daily. I try and tell myself everyday that each day is a fresh start and imagine my patience meter filling itself up again but each day is not fresh because I don't sleep. I love them dearly but also find myself waiting for their birth to stop feeling like a mistake.
When I found I was pregnant I was going to terminate as I was due to go to university this September, but when I found it was twins I couldn't bring myself too. My pregnancy was stressful and I had a lot of things going on in my home life, I never felt bonded to them the same way I did with my first daughter. I found the pregnancy a bit of a daydream, I had an emergency section (not what I wanted) which led me to develop an infection that left me bed bound and unable to get down to NICU, when I think of their birth all I can think of was how ill I was. I have never felt worse, I'm not a wimp when it comes to pain and I literally thought I would die. When the smaller twin was born I didn't even see her, she was whisked away. The larger twin stayed with me for a short amount of time but was the whisked off. When they were born I cried because I was scared and overwhelmed, not happiness. When we went home it was straight back to normal life, no honey moon period, and I found myself struggling with housework, my toddler and the twins.
I often find myself thinking that I never asked for twins, why did I end up having twins, and then I feel awful, because so many people struggle to conceive yet I was blessed with two of them, but it's just so hard. They cry and cry, I try and keep them in a routine, feed and the same time 3-4 hours between each feed, nappy changes with every feed, burp and wind, infacol, anti colic bottles from the get go, shush and sing to them, but it's not enough. My toddler doesn't get the attention she deserves off me. If one twin starts crying the other one follows suit, or if I settle one twin the other one will start.
I try and take every day as it comes but everyday is the same, I love them, but I love them because they are my children, they don't smile yet, they don't coo, they just cry and I just feel like screaming because I'm doing my very best. I keep waiting for it to get easier even just a little bit easier and it doesn't. I just need some hope that it's going to get better.
Just need a shoulder to cry on.