I actually have a t-shirt that says “got twins?”. It is from a fundraiser for my mothers of multiples club.
I’ve been thinking about it because my blog friend Nora is due to have her twins any minute now.
I am supposed to be giving her advice on children’s books for her blog shower (my vote is for anything written by Mo Willems) but since until they turned two The Goon Squad mostly tried to eat books I don’t have a lot of information on good books for babies.
What I do have is experience with having newborn twins.
I freely admit that the first few months are a blur, but something a father of twins told me when my babies were seven weeks old changed my life.
He said “It gets better at three months.”
I am not going to lie to you, Nora. The first three months with more than one newborn is hard. You won’t sleep. You will think you are going to die. But you won’t die, and at three months it gets easier.
It gets easier again at six months.
Then at some point they start keeping each other occupied and you get to do the dishes, or blog or whatever you do.
And it is good.
And your babies won’t go to preschool alone. They will have each other. The same goes for kindergarten.
If they are freaks like my kids, they will entertain you with the stories of the things they did together while they were in your uterus… like playing tic tac toe or having a dance party.
Okay, that last part is probably just my kids, but still, they will have a special bond. They will not have any concept of personal space with each other and you will be able to spot twins this way on the beach or in the mall even if they aren’t identical.
And when you are struggling to get two car carriers out of car, and trying to figure out how the hell you are supposed to grocery shop with two infants and you haven’t slept for more than three hours in a night all week, and someone says to you “Oh, you did it the easy way” you are going to want to tell them to fuck off, but you shouldn’t.
Because they are just jealous.
Not everyone gets to have twins.
It is a challenge and it is a blessing.
Welcome to the club.
ps – And I lied. I do have a picture book that the kids loved. Hug.