Warning: This will be rant-y. Salty language may be used.
Okay, I’ll just say it: My babies are driving me NUTS!!!
We’ll start with their new (lack of) eating habits. Over the weekend, we introduced the girls to the wonderful world of solid food. More specifically, the oh-so-appetizing delicacy known as rice cereal. Yum.
Needless to say, they’re not havin’ it. They scream, whine, kick, curse at us in baby-speak… Everything but eat. The pasty white mush goes everywhere but the intended target. Their bibs serve as nothing more than additional surface area to spread the mush around on.
And we thought bottle feeding was time-consuming… Ugh.
Next, we have sleep. I guess I really shouldn’t complain too much about this one, since they do tend to sleep up to 10 hours on most nights. But lately, they’ve started mixing things up. 2am is now the preferred time for a little late-night chow. (So much for cereal filling them up longer… Pfft.)
Last night was a particularly rough one. Ev woke up at that magical hour, crying her little booty off. Hoping she wasn’t actually hungry, I rocked her to sleep a total of four times, only to have her wake up in a rage seconds after I placed her back in the crib. All four times. Somehow, Chloe slept right through all of this. Lucky girl.
Finally, defeated, I prepared the bottles and fed the
sleep killers sweet babies their late night snack.
As exhausted as I was, I neglected to change their diapers before putting them back to bed. (NOT a good idea.)
In the morning, while feeding Ev, I noticed that she felt a little damp. I chalked it up to the recycled food she brought up when I burped her. That is, until my lap felt a little cold/damp as well. Aw crap, it’s pee.
I went to change her and the poor girl was soaked. How did I not notice sooner? Oh, right, that whole sleep deprivation thing.
Sooo… What did I learn from all of this? Babies — twin babies — are hard effing work.
What a revelation, eh? Only took 6 months to figure that one out…