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3, What A Week! Last Saturday

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Up at 3 am, pumping, going to take over for my shift, get the news that Mica has a terrible case of lice. I see major clean-up in my immediate future. Must strip beds, wash laundry, put away stuffed animals, the works. Must be done by the time Mica arrives home Sunday night to prevent re-infestation. Her book bag was filthy so I washed it, but very carefully because it has flashing lights in the lining. The washing machine and dryer ran all day, as did I.

At one point, Sarah, Joe, and Asher left and Amor pointed out that we were alone in the house. He asked me to put on some see through lingerie that would fit me (I had sorted some old clothes earlier in the week but hadn’t gotten around to going through that part of the closet yet). I come out in a see-through slip with bright pink silky panties and continue the chores. “Ooh, yeah… but what about…” So we went through this and that to find a very ridiculous black netted body suit and thongs. I texted Sars not to come home without calling first. After working for a few hours in the get-up to eliminate the possibility of lice in our home and doing load after load of laundry and stopping from time to time to pump / feed a baby or two, they finally went to sleep and we got our chance to have a short bit of intimate time. Afterwards, as I was putting back on my black and pink skirt I’d been wearing before we started the charade, he says, “You know what, I think you look even sexier in that.” Am I on Candid Camera?

I kept working but it became evident that it just wasn’t going to all get cleaned and sanitized that day.

Written for Oct 18, 2014

2. What a Week – Last Friday

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Woke up at 12am with Amor scolding me for not having gotten up earlier when he woke me to pump. I guess I’d slept through that. I slept until 3 and pumped again, took over with the babies, cuddled them one by one, couldn’t stay awake though, despite coffee and Adderall. I figured that since we weren’t having the yard sale anyway, I’d stop pushing so hard to sort junk, give myself a break. I did need to pack Mica’s stuff for the beach, but she and Amor were asleep in her room. I’ve been so tired lately, I started thinking, “Am I just not manic anymore, or is this a side-effect of the Seroquel?”  It does make me very drowsy.  I’ve also had a lot of back pain since falling while rushing to see the “blood moon” with Mica while still kind of out-of-it that morning.

Sarah and I went to our mommies’ group at 10. Asher was hungry by the time it was over and it usually takes Sarah a while to breastfeed him, so I lugged the babies downstairs. But, to my surprise, by the time we got down, he was ready to go, so I re-lugged them back upstairs and packed up the car. We arrived home at the time Amor would usually be leaving. But Amor had planned to skip soccer to help sort for the yard sale and I assumed he would be okay sticking to that because packing (for Mica’s weekend trip) is a big chore and they planned to leave at 3pm. When he plays, he returns at 2:15 and then has to take a shower. He was not happy to skip. Starla was here offering to help. We were out of milk and had WIC vouchers. The babies’ laundry had piled up. Mica arrived at about 1pm and helped me pack. I calmly explained to Amor that Starla could help with the babies, if he’d just get the Wic stuff, that would be such a big help. He told me I could do that after I packed and got Mica off. I told him that puts more stress on me and we have help right now, we won’t later! He went. After everyone left (Sars and Joe included), it was just Amor and I and the babies in the house. He was pouty. So I offered to spend some quality time with him and let him choose a Netflix show to watch. I fell asleep nursing Brooksies during the third rerun episode of “My name is Earl.”

1.What a Week! – Last Thursday

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Felt like I slept too long but did have some time while both babies, Mica, and Amor slept to finally go through another desk drawer from the dining room. I had started going through kitchen stuff for the yard sale (set for Saturday) but grandma wanted to keep this and that for sentimental value and I got discouraged, no knowing whose was what, so I quit. By the time Mica got off to school and it was finally time for Amor to get up, the babies were up and I was exhausted again. Yeah, my Knight had arrived. But of course, he had something so pressing that couldn’t wait. The van needed an inspection (Tuesday it was a 3 hour oil change). Ahhh! I looked up the location he insisted it had to be taken to on Google maps world view to find out the name of the place to make sure he called ahead of time to be sure they could inspect it right away and he wouldn’t be gone what felt like all day again. He left around 11 and came back at 4, well after Mica had arrived home and told me she planned to go to the beach with Grandma, Hope and Tia and that Grandma was going to pick her up early on Friday. When Amor returned, he postponed the yard sale until next weekend, again, (we’ve never had a weekend where Tia and/or Grandma lend a helping hand with the babies) and he “took over.” I fell asleep. I really wanted to shower but didn’t have the strength. By the time I woke up it was nearly my bedtime again and I was very frustrated because I wanted to spend some time with Mica but hadn’t had a chance. Now, if I took her aside, I would make her late getting to bed. Plus, I still hadn’t showered. I forced myself to get up and shower at least before going to bed for the night. I came out crying and Amor asked what was wrong. I told him I felt like I missed Mica and I got ready for bed as quickly as possible and did get a chance to read her a little golden book I’d found for her the previous Sunday for 75% off at the thrift store. But I felt my night meds kicking in so it was bittersweet. – written Oct 16, 2014

And The Rain Came Down

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Keeping a marriage strong is hard work. Add cultural differences and it’s really hard. Multiply that with a kid and it’s really, really hard. Add twins and, well, you can imagine. It is exponentially hard when mental illness is thrown in the equation. Amor and I have had our share of difficulties over the years, but nothing like after the birth of our twins.

All of our children have an amazing anointing over their lives. I believe that all children are born with a specific purpose and plan (Jeremiah 29:11) but that not all great things come to fruition in one’s life because Satan meddles and gets lives off track. God can turn all that around of course and use what Satan had twisted for evil and use it for good (Romans 8:28). But one can avoid so much pain and confusion and time by following God in the first place. Train up a child in the way he should go: and when he is old, he will not depart from it (Proverbs 22:6). This is the goal for my children. They are going to be “Earthquakers” and shake things up here on earth for the glory of God.

In our lives, Satan has been trying to meddle; trying to annihilate what he knows is trouble for his attempts to kill, steal, and destroy. One way he’s been trying to get at our little anointed ones is by attacking our marriage. I am married to a very brilliant man who is very smart and talented in many diverse areas. Being a stay-at-home dad, however, is not his forte. Towards the end of my pregnancy, I was unable to take care of Mica and Hope the way I had before. Amor (who lost his job when he asked for time off) had to take over. Due to cultural differences, and the fact that he’s never been responsible for this area of our lives made the transition difficult for us all. Structure, discipline and consistency are not traits he grew up with or puts much emphasis on.

The babies were born in the summer. By the time school started for Mica, we had very different ideas of how to handle parenting issues. We also disagreed about the best way to handle various baby issues. His point of view was that, Biblically speaking, he is the head of the household and I should submit to him. My point of view was that this is my area of expertise. I have practical experience. I have a degree in this. I have studied Child Psychology and Behavioral Psychology. I have read numerous books and countless articles on parenting. I talk to other parents and pay attention to how those I admire handle situations. I watch “Super Nanny.” In the past, his job was to be the breadwinner. My job was to raise our daughter and be CEO of our home. He had no idea what my job entailed.

Amor quickly became overloaded and overwhelmed. Satan attacked his mind: Instead of looking for solutions, he decided the best thing to do was to relieve stress with alcohol, but he knew that I would never go for that. We’ve been down that destructive road before. He became resentful of me and hostile towards me. He theorized that alcohol should be his “medication.” After all, I take medication. What’s the difference?
I quickly became terrified and defensive. Satan attacked my mind: What if he leaves me alone with three kids? What if he leaves me and tries to take our kids? Could he claim I’m an unfit mother for taking medication (and being “on drugs”)? Could he claim I’m an unfit mother for not being medicated (and being “crazy”)?

The “D” word had never come up before in our 9 years of marriage. It was excruciating to consider.

We were at each other’s throats for weeks, both aggravated and unwilling to concede. I used to hide these kinds of issues, out of fear, embarrassment, or privacy, but the truth is, I realized that we needed help. I told everyone, “Hey, Satan is attacking my marriage, please pray!” We eventually went to see my Christian counselor who delicately explained what God says about all of these issues.

The next day, I noticed an attitude change. He was purposefully trying to be nice. I returned the gesture. Things have gotten better. Godly advice and the power of prayer have definitely improved our relationship. It’s still a struggle, though and no doubt we will always have to fight to keep what we have alive and well. Prayers are encouraged and appreciated.

Double Talk Story: Amor kept “messing” with me before the mandated postpartum 6 weeks had passed, despite me telling him countless times to leave me alone. Finally, aggravated and exasperated I grabbed my pen, pinned him down, and wrote “Do not mess with Corazón!” on his right hand. The girls saw this and, thinking it was funny, started chasing him down and coloring him with markers.

Bible Verses: Matthew 7:24-27 “Therefore everyone who hears these words of mine and puts them into practice is like a wise man who built his house on the rock. 25 The rain came down, the streams rose, and the winds blew and beat against that house; yet it did not fall, because it had its foundation on the rock. 26 But everyone who hears these words of mine and does not put them into practice is like a foolish man who built his house on sand. 27 The rain came down, the streams rose, and the winds blew and beat against that house, and it fell with a great crash.”

Word that has Lost its meaning: Privacy

Relatable Lyrics: “Two Sets of Jones’” by Big Tent Revival – https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KQE5PNRLZ40&list=LLmekDNA5dH80KEriIgwZLZQ&index=17

Written – Started: September 10, 2014 (10 weeks old) – Completed: September 30, 2014 (3 months)

Dirty Dishes & Folded Panties

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I am a “work before play” kind of person. When I was a little girl, I used to do all my homework on the bus so that when I got home I could go straight to playing. When I got older, I never wore much make-up, not because I didn’t care how I looked, but because I had better things to do besides stand in front of a mirror looking at myself. When I got my first apartment, I made up a schedule to take 10 minutes or less per day to clean my home. I worked quickly so that I could enjoy my reward of being done and being able to relax without some responsibility hanging over my head. Some might call it lazy. As it turns out, there is a fine line between laziness and efficiency.

In this house, there are 3 newborns, 2 new mothers, 2 exhausted husbands, 1 stressed-out grandma, 1 rambunctious six year old, 3 cats, 2 dogs and 2 possibly belly-up gold fish (I’m not sure, I haven’t checked in a while). Who’s going to cook? Who’s going to clean? Who’s going to do the laundry? It’s quite a challenge.

If cleanliness is next to Godliness then I’m sitting in the back row. It’s not so much that things are dirty as they are cluttered. I came to the realization while I was pregnant that I just wouldn’t be able to keep up with everything. And I can’t. I have to prioritize what’s important to me. At this time, I don’t care if the floor gets mopped; I’ll get to that when the babies start crawling. I don’t care that there are dishes in the sink from last night; they’ll wait, believe me. I don’t care if my shirt’s a little wrinkled; it’s got spit-up all over it anyway. Grandma, I love you and I love it when you help me with my laundry. Please don’t stop. But please, please, please don’t fold my underwear. You’re wasting your time. Not to mention those are my own personal “unmentionables”.

(Written August 25, 2014 – 8 weeks old)

Term that has Lost its meaning: “A place for everything and everything in its place”

Bible Verse: Luke 10:40-41 “But her sister Martha was busy doing all the work that had to be done. Martha went in and said, “Lord, don’t you care that my sister has left me to do all the work by myself? Tell her to help me!” But the Lord answered her, “Martha, Martha, you are getting worried and upset about too many things.”

Double Talk Quote
: “Mica said she had a wet diaper.” – Grandma. What she meant: “Mica said Bella had a wet diaper.” Pronoun usage – implies Mica had a wet diaper.

Relatable Lyrics: “Some Might Say” by Oasis https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZJUSKRyeFpo

Big Sissy

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I knew that having babies would have an effect on Mica. I knew she’d be excited but that there would be many adjustments to make. I knew it would be difficult for her to go to bed on her own and get herself ready for things in a timely fashion. But she has done surprisingly well with both of those issues, considering the bad habits we had tolerated for so long (sleeping in our bed, dawdling, etc.). I also knew she’d get very bored, which I was right about, too. For the first couple of weeks after the babies arrived, she ever so patiently put up with being cooped up in the house with two screaming infants without complaint. I guess it was due to the excitement and newness of it all. But then, welcome to boredom city! I enrolled her in VBS (but then forgot to take her, oops), sent her to the library with Grandma, encouraged her to read and watch what she had borrowed from the library, asked Starla to take her to Chuck-E-Cheese’s, played board games and helped her with projects whenever I got a free hand, and allowed cousin Hope to come over. That took care of all of 4% of the boredom she felt. Finally, I turned to Facebook friends for help with this plea: “Mica is going a little stir-crazy. Anyone want to take her for a play date sometime?” and tagged all her friend’s parents in the post. The response was actually pretty good. She went on three play dates this past week and I have another two tentatively planned for next week. I can tell a huge difference when she gets a chance to get out of the house. Now when she says she’s bored, I can remind her of what she’s got coming up. If she just can’t wait until then, I tell her to clean something, or practice her school work. That usually stops the complaint for a while.

There were two things I did not anticipate from Mica that surprised me. I knew that she would take the role of “big sissy” seriously. I just didn’t realize how seriously. From the moment she met them, it was like she was a little mommy, instinctively knowing exactly what to do, from how to hold them, to soothing their crying. She is the best helper ever! If anything, she is too over-the-top with her mommying antics. She wants to kiss them all the time, hold them all the time, change their diapers, pick them up whenever they cry and feed them herself. “Herself” is a very important word. It’s as if she gets insulted when anyone tries to help her take care of them. At only one week, she believed herself an expert at carrying them around. We would let her try, as long as she had someone to “spot” her, usually Amor. But she would get so aggravated and complain that Daddy was always “snatching the baby” from her. One night she begged to pick up Bella and bring her to me. Amor insisted on spotting her and Mica agreed on the condition that he not snatch her. Well, sure enough, Amor didn’t think she was doing it right and tried to take Bella away from her. I could tell Mica had a good grip on her so I just laughed when she turned away from him, Bella in tow, and started running, yelling “My baby! My baby! My baby!” The next day while at the doctor’s office for a scheduled appointment, we asked him to make it a rule, no picking up or carrying the babies. That way he was the bad guy, not us. It’s doctor’s orders.

The second thing I didn’t anticipate, or even consider beforehand, was the running commentary that Mica creates. She talks nonstop! I can’t determine if this is a new behavior or one I just never noticed before. With her as my only child, I always made a point of paying attention to whatever was on her mind. I want her to grow up knowing that her thoughts and opinions matter. But I’m finding it extremely difficult to focus now. At any given time, I have Amor asking me questions, the TV on in the background, various babies crying with specific needs, my own mind running thoughts, and then there’s Mica’s little voice in the background, filling up any chance of a quiet moment. Her chatter involves 3 methods: copying the noises the babies make, reenacting the thing the baby just did, or translating what the baby is thinking as he or she bellows. That is in addition to voicing her own needs and complaints. With me being so busy with the babies, Amor has been the one more “in charge” of her lately and he has his own way of dealing with her that is much different than my approach. She often comes to me to challenge and complain about him. She is also very adept at the art of debate. Argumentative, dogmatic, and always right… my mom always facetiously hoped for me to have a little girl who was just like me. I guess she got her wish.

Double Talk Quote
: Mica – “Mommy, I was quiet for an hour!”

Relatable Lyrics: “Fireflies” by Owl City https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FDHvX5ImRgA&index=4&list=LLmekDNA5dH80KEriIgwZLZQ

Verse: “A friend loves at all times and a brother (or sister) was born for help in a time of need” Psalm 17:17

Word that has lost its meaning: (to me, anyway) Boring

Written: July 27, 2014 (4 weeks)

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Time to Brush Your Teeth

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Amor has heard me tell Mica time and time again that it’s time to brush her teeth. Apparently, being from Mexico (where dental hygiene education is not stressed in the schools or by the government like it is in the USA) and from a family with nine children of a single mom, this was not something he heard a lot while growing up. Also, Mica’s cousin, Hope (whose mommy is also from Mexico and from the same family) has had serious dental issues. For this reason, I’ve always stressed the importance of oral hygiene to Mica (out loud) and explained why she needed to brush, floss and rinse and what would happen if she didn’t. I even wrote an English/Spanish song about it to sing to Mica and Hope each morning and night! I have found that educating my children out loud is a very good method of educating the adults around me without offending anyone or sounding preachy. (Uh oh – I’m giving up trade secrets here).

Mica and Amor know where bad breath comes from. They’ve heard me talk about good germs / bad germs enough to make them sick! So naturally, after the babies were born, rule number one was: wash your hands or use hand sanitizer before handling the babies. But people don’t just handle babies, especially people in my family. Their little baby heads, cheeks, hands, neck and feet get kissed all over. It wasn’t long before we noticed some visitors and family members whose breath was less than desirable. Theorizing that bad breath equals bad germs, Amor announced that anyone handling babies not only needed hand sanitizer, but also must brush his or her teeth first.

This turned out to be quite an impractical demand. I would be alone with the babies and get stressed out. By the time I would ask for help, I usually needed it immediately. Grandma or Mica would say, “Okay, but I gotta brush my teeth first!” Then I’d be there with babies both needing something and me being unable to help them for another two minutes. Two minutes may sound trivial but it is an eternity in “double baby crying” time. Finally, I told Amor we had to get some gum with Xylitol. We put a little bowl in each room and by the front door (replacing the value pack toothbrushes purchased for visitors) and began to simply offer people gum.
I even had to resort to chewing gum instead of brushing a time or two. There have been days that I literally did not have time or available hands for brushing. Other days I’ve brushed multiple times because I couldn’t remember if I’d brushed them earlier or not. It gives new meaning to the phrase, “Time to brush your teeth.”

Double Talk Quote: Baby Brooks was choking, and Amor was going to use an aspirator called the “Snot Sucker” (sounds gross but it does have a filter!). Amor had just woken up and was obviously not thinking clearly. Before he started to use the aspirator, he said “Wait – should I brush my teeth first?” “Don’t you think we should get him breathing again first!?!” I snapped. It was such a serious situation but at least we can look back on it now and find some humor in it.

Relatable Lyrics: “Turn, Turn, Turn” by the Byrds https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pKP4cfU28vM

Verse: There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens. Ecclesiastes 3:10

Word that has lost its meaning: Free Moment

(written at 6 weeks)

Pleas & Thank Yous

Be a Blessing & Be Blessed

I have Bipolar Disorder.  And I am, by nature, a very introverted person.   Life has also thrown me a few curve balls that have, in a sense, caused me to build up certain emotional walls.  I keep people at a distance and have secrets that I will take to my grave.  I have very few close friends and I’ve always felt I didn’t really need many – I’m a very self-reliant person.  Don’t misunderstand; I am happy with not being super social.  I have a very tight-knit family and many people with whom I’m friendly.  Therefore, it is not in my nature to accept that I need help, much less accepting actual help.  I hate feeling dependent on anyone but myself.

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An American Idiot

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Bella complains a lot about her little tummy hurting. At only two weeks old, the doctor prescribed her Gaviscon for acid reflux. After scouring the pharmacy for what seemed like an eternity with an overeager but completely ignorant sales clerk, I asked the pharmacist where I could find it. It turns out it doesn’t even come in baby (or even kid sized) doses. She calculated, based on Bella’s weight (about 6 lbs), how much of the adult medication to give her. It was “cool mint” flavored. I was hesitant to drug my tiny infant with such, but I was desperate to relieve her pain. We tried it but it only exacerbated the problem so we stopped. After that, Amor didn’t want to even chance giving her the second medication the Doc had suggested. One night, she was hurting so bad, it made me cry, so finally, I gave in and gave her baby Tylenol to ease her pain. Coincidentally, that was the same night little Brooksies got choked on spit-up so severely that we called for emergency assistance. The next morning, I took them both to a different doctor. She said not to administer any more Tylenol, as that could mask a fever, and prescribed Zantac for both of them. She also suggested giving Bella Simethicone for gas. So back to the pharmacy we went! That night, my sister-in-law, Tia came over to visit and help with the babies. She had been talking to her mother (my mother-in-law, Abuela), who had suggested giving the babies chamomile tea. I balked at the idea for several reasons:

1. I’ve always heard that you should never feed babies anything other than breast milk or formula.

2. If the baby drinks tea, her stomach may feel full of something that has no nutrients and resist

eating real food.

3. Babies who are fed food other than mom’s milk are more likely to develop allergies later.

4. You should never give your baby supplements without consulting with your doctor.

5. Could someone who lives over 3,000 miles away, whom I’ve never even met know what’s best for my babies?

6. And finally – If chamomile is safe and effective, why hadn’t the doctor or any other

professional I had seen suggested it?

Bella and Brooks took the prescription drug for about one week, during which time, Amor and Tia kept pressuring me to try using the tea. Finally, I did a little online research to see if it was safe. The results were mixed. The mommy forums were divided between posts claiming it was a miracle cure and those saying it was very dangerous. I could been contaminated if you don’t buy the right brand from the right country. It could cause severe allergic reaction. It could interact with other drugs in your baby’s system. Unsure of what to do, I prayed for guidance. During my extensive research, I came across the official recommendation from the FDA. It said that this herb has not been tested for safety and therefore should not be given to infants. That article reminded me of a different article I’d read earlier that very day. It was titled “11 Banned Food Ingredients Still Allowed in the U.S.” and had explained that these foods had been banned in many parts of the world because they are known to be unsafe. Although the article was not political, I remembered thinking, “It’s because the FDA is so corrupt. All these food companies who make millions of dollars have their lobbyists scratching the backs of Washington fat cats.” I had an epiphany. Drug companies are in bed with them too. And that was the answer to #6 on my list. Drug companies invent medicine. There is profit in studying, selling, and promoting that medicine. There’s no profit in studying an age old, time tested, traditional cure. I wonder what kind of kick backs my infant’s doctors are getting for prescribing all that medication. Altogether, my little baby, who weighed less than 6lbs, who was less than 3 weeks old had been given 5 man-made drugs, and I was afraid that tea was dangerous? How ignorant.

We gave Bella a very small amount of plain, unsweetened Chamomile tea that night. She loved the taste of it and took it well. It seemed to help, at least better than anything else we’d tried. Over the next few days, we increased from a few tenths of a milliliter to a few teaspoons before and after feedings. It certainly wasn’t a cure-all. She still spit up and had some pain, but it wasn’t nearly as severe. I am so thankful to Abuela and Tia for the idea and Amor for pushing me on it. I am also very grateful to the Lord for giving me the revelation. I told Amor, “I realized I was being an American idiot.” His reply: “I realized that too.”

Double Talk Quote: I was manually entering feeding information into my phone’s baby app, which we use to keep track of feeding time & amounts and diapering types for each baby. I said out loud, but to myself, “no that’s not right, he fed for 20 minutes from the left side.” Amor chimed in, to make a joke, “I fed him from the right side for 15 minutes last night.” I said, “did you enter it in?” He started laughing. I laughed too, realizing that that wasn’t the way he measured how much they ate (he bottle fed them, so the quantity would be measured in oz, not time). It was days later when it dawned on me that he couldn’t have fed him from the right side either! Hello.

Relatable: “American Idiot” by Green Day https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fAJDP6edeVU

*Please don’t misunderstand: I Love the USA, just not everything that happens in the USA*

Bible Verse: Romans 13:1 Let everyone be subject to the governing authorities, for there is no authority except that which God has established. The authorities that exist have been established by God.

Word that has Lost its meaning: Boring

Double Teamed

My Twin Babies

Before the babies were born, I read and heard time and time again, “the babies need to be on a schedule.” For the first couple of weeks, I tried to get them in sync: feeding them in tandem, back-to-back baths and diaper changes, etc. However, it became clear that these two babies had not only unique personalities but also their own specific needs. For example Brooks gobbles with gusto, then can be burped and put to bed in a simi-comatose state, while Bella takes her time, often pulling away for brief periods in an effort to slow down the flow of the yum-yum (breast milk) let down caused by Brooks. Then she needs to be cuddled upright for some time to help her little tummy digest.

I’ve had these guys for a few weeks now and have observed several cycles:
1. The best is when they are up back to back. I change, feed and cuddle one, put him or her back to sleep just as the other is waking up. I take care of that one and they both sleep for a while.
2. When they both wake up demanding attention &/or food at the same time, they are double teaming me. It’s not easy when this happens, but it’s manageable.
3. The least preferable cycle for me is when they tag team me. That’s when one has been up for some time but finally start winding down. But just as he or she starts to fall asleep, the other twin wakes up. Then, I manage to get that one calmed down just in time for the first one to reawaken. And so it goes.

Last night, I got double and tag teamed. I didn’t have immediate help around, so I tried nursing one and distracting the other. Amor had been up with them for the first shift of the night while I caught some z’s from about 10 to 2am. Brooks was stirring, and I changed and fed him without incident. He had just finished when I heard Bella stirring. So I put Brooks down to change and feed Bella. All was well for about eight minutes. Then Brooks, who was only half asleep, had the unfortunate luck of knocking the pacifier out of his own mouth. For a few minutes he searched for it, gently whining while Bella contently worked on her meal. She was falling asleep, though so I sneakily switched her to a paci. I put her down and helped Brooks (now wide awake) locate his paci which, of course, he no longer wanted. So I fed him again. He became drowsy just as Bella started stirring and realized her feeding had been prematurely terminated. Finally, I put Brooksies in the rocker up on the bed and helped him relocate that paci over and over again as he gently whined and swung back and forth while simultaneously nursing Bellaboo. Finally, grandma arrived to save the day. Ahh thank goodness it’s Saturday.