Baby, baby, please let me hold him
I wanna make him stay up all night
Sister, sister, he's just a plaything
We wanna make him stay up all night
Yeah we do
We're actually not the ones making the babies stay up late. In fact, the tables are more than turned in this case. I feel like the proverbial table is doing revolutions and is about to accelerate and lift off.
Now, don't get me wrong. I'm actually the one that gets to sleep a good five hour (sometimes more!) stretch at a shot. Mark is currently on duty from around 10 PM until five, although he has bravely and more than courteously stayed on duty until seven. Or nine, like he did this morning. Pumping is exhausting (more on my frustrations with my ta-tas and milk supply at some other point) and Mark realizes that it drains me so he tries not to disturb my rest. He occassionally has to semi-rouse me to feed, hold or comfort a baby, but he tries really hard to only do it if he absolutely needs my help.
Still, sometimes a mother's touch is the only thing a baby wants.
So, we're both pretty exhausted from keeping up with the babies' needs, but we were expecting that. After all, all new parents find themselves sleepless and a little harried.
What I wasn't expecting, though, was for all the days to blur together. I didn't realize today was Sunday until I called a medical supply place. Long story short, I need to exchange the hospital-grade pump that I'm renting from them with one that actually works — theirs is missing a key part — as the $300 breastpump that I bought for work use is dying after less than a month's use. (Granted, I'm probably using it a LOT more than what it was designed for, but this is NOT helping my supply issues right now.) I was pretty freaking surprised to find out from their automated message that it was Sunday and that I should call back during regular business hours. It was then that I realized that I have been drifting through life with no real mooring aside from the twins' feeding times and what's been on Discovery or History at the moment.
Thinking on it, I realized that I had no real recollection about what the hell we've been doing. I had to think very hard about what we did last weekend — I eventually remembered that it had been Father's Day and I let Mark have as much of a day off as was possible. But, I'd honestly thought that Aden had come home last Sunday (he'd come home the week before) and it wasn't until I looked back at the blog and at the 365 pictures that I realized my mistake.
I think part of this stems from the sameness of our days. Get up, feed, change, burp, sleep. This same routine pretty much applies to Mark and me too... I haven't left the apartment since Monday (I think) when I walked Maia for Mark. The closest I've come to human contact (aside from Mark and the babes) has been a conference call that I participated on for a new product we're going to be using at work.
The days blur. And they blur quickly. It's honestly mostly a huge mishmosh for me right now, with some occassional bits that stick in memory.
Like finding Spot sitting on our copy of "The Cat Owner's Manual":
Or finally getting both mobiles, the crib toy (mirror) and baby monitor in place:
And scoring a coup when trying to figure how to carry two babies at the same time:
Getting the babies situated was tricky, but worth it for the instant bliss it brought Hunter:
And I'm doubly-blessed that Aden likes being in the sling:
I do admit that I am looking forward to the day when I won't have to fret about a lot of the baby stuff and my reading selections can lean towards Tolkien and the knitting that I do can resume being challenging:
Then life will be just going with the flow and enjoying the giggles and scraped knees and peas flung at the wall.