Finally after only six and a half months (only!), the boys and I have fallen into a natural (natural!) routine. I’ve become an expert baby body language reader and can recognize their tell-tales and vocalizations when they are hungry, tired or have a dirty diaper.
They nurse every two and a half hours or so during the day and will sleep through the night waking up to be fed twice, once at around 10:30pm and the other at about 4am. Wait. You’re right Grandma DebDeb, that means they AREN’T sleeping through the night!
My routine goes something like this:
4am - Usually Logan is the first to make some noise, generally a full-out cry to indicate he is about to starve-to-death, so I quickly lift him out of his crib and sit in the cream microsuede glider, with matching gliding footstool, where he nurses and then goes back to sleep. I repeat this with Ryan, whether he has woken up or not. Although it can be terrifying to be startled awake like that, it’s one of my favourite times to nurse the boys, as they are still asleep, not distracted and will feed deeply. And they kinda hold on to me in a way that I’ve come to treasure. Before I fall asleep in the glider, I put Ryan down in the crib and crawl back to bed.
8am - Usually one of the twins wakes up before the other (thankfully!) does, or else if both wake up, I have noticed lately that they turn themselves around in the crib so that they can face each other and have a little chat. It’s totally adorable. When I go to get them, they are very happy, squeaking and babbling about all their wonderful dreams. It’s the best. I will try to nurse them again, but generally they are too excited and can’t concentrate on feeding. So then I get their clothes out for the day, and get two wash clothes wet with warm water. I will then pick one twin up first, and undress him on the change table, wash his face, and body if the diaper leaked, rub on some nice 99% natural lotion, cream their diaper area and then put on a cloth diaper and dress him. Then repeat with the next twin.
8:30am – This is the easiest part of the day because the boys are so well-rested. It sort of goes downhill from here on. Just kidding. Kinda. But seriously, they are very happy and talkative first thing, so it gives me a chance to get cleaned up and dressed, make some breakfast while they are sitting in their respective chairs.
9am - I can tell that the kids are hungry again by now, so I do a quick vacuum just to appease my O.C.D. tendencies and for some reason they love the vacuum and are completely silent watching. This is very convenient. Almost immediately after I shut off the vacuum, they will start to fuss again, as though the vacuum is a time warp machine, effectively stopping time and space. At this point I tend to grab both twins to put them on my lap, feed one, and then the other, while keeping both on my lap. Otherwise one twin freaks out while waiting for his turn and it makes me feel guilty listening to him.
9:30am - They are happy again so I put them on their activity mat and while they wrestle with each other and practice doing the worm, I am able to wash the dishes and do a quick tidy, perhaps throw in a (-nother!) load of laundry or change their sheets if needed.
10am – It’s been two hours since they woke up last, so I know they are due for their morning nap. The usual signs are that they start fuss. When even the boob won’t make them happy, I know for sure that they are tired. They will rub their eyes and Logan will perhaps put his right thumb in his mouth, so it’s time to move to the nursery.
10:30am – After topping up both babies, I give them a kiss on the cheek and say: Sleepy Time honeybear. I then do a quiet boogie outside their room, and go make a cup of tea and start my blog post.
Between 11:30am and 12pm - The boys wake up hungry and nurse again. Amazingly enough, whichever one goes to sleep first wakes up minutes before the other one like clockwork. Once they are awake, I change their disposable diaper to a cloth diaper and then we hang out in the living room, either crawling around or playing superman or practicing sitting up. (See video below) My husband comes home from work for lunch, walking through the door and saying: Hello Family! We wave and say: Hello Dada! Well, I say that, and wave their little arms for them. We say Dada all the time to the hubby, but secretly I always say Mama this or Mama that, because I heard that babies say Dada first because they hear their mum saying it all the time, but these guys are going to say Mama first. Damnit.
1pm – I feed them a little squash and fruit concoction, as well as nurse them, and then start to wind down the activities. Lately, I’ve been reading a soft book or two. Or we just sit on the floor and I stare at them. They are just fascinating.
2:30pm - As it’s been another two or so hours since the boys’ last nap, we go back to the nursery for another feed and change their cloth diapers to disposables so they are ready for nap-time. Sometimes, Logan is so ready for a nap, I can lay him down in his crib, he will murmur until he finds his thumb to suck and promptly fall asleep. Ryan is not so easy, I have to feed him until he rubs his eyes vigorously, only then can I put him in the crib so he can settle down to sleep. I again do the silent dance down the hallway, fists pumping the air, make a late lunch, make another cup of tea because I’m addicted and try to finish my blog post.
3:30pm to 4pm – The twins wake again, usually not by a scream but by little baby sounds, talking to themselves in the dark. I come in to get one, then the other, change their diapers and feed them. I will pull out a different squash-fruit blend to feed them some more solids, and then play or go for a walk with the BOB stroller if the weather is nice, until Daddy comes home.
4:30pm – Daddy comes home, and he plays with them while I make dinner.
6pm – We eat early, which means we sometimes have to eat one-handed while holding the kids on our laps with the other hand so they aren’t freaking out. This can be exhausting, but better for our digestion that eating later in the evening after the kids go to sleep. On the flip side, if they are not fussing, we leave them on the mat or in their chairs next to us at the table, and they stare at us so intently, watching every mouthful, wistfully licking their lips, which makes me eat at the speed of light as if I was in prison.
7pm - My husband plays with the kids again, while I do the dishes and clean up the kitchen. I would prefer if my hubby washes dishes after I cook, but I find bits of food stuck on them, or that they feel a little greasy after, so I just do them myself. After I am done, we both sit on the sofa with a twin on our laps and play games with them or tickle them or take videos of our extraordinary children, marveling at how brilliant they are. Then we feed them a little oatmeal baby cereal with Mamacita’s homemade applesauce.
7:30pm – My husband jumps up from the sofa and says in an extremely excited voice: BED-TIME!! He gets the little portable bath and fills it in our tub, then he grabs a kid to give him a bath while I lay out their pajamas on the crib railing. Once one baby is done, he takes that one to get changed for bed and I refill the bath and wash the second twin. We double-diaper the babies so they don’t leak and put three layers of pajamas on them as we don’t put the heat on in their room.
8pm - I nurse the boys one last time for good measure, and they are usually asleep after a few minutes. I run out of the nursery, jump on the sofa, jump on my husband, and we look at each other, smile and say: Another day done.