I am a wife, a nurse and a mother x2. As I sit in front of my keyboard (missing most of the keys… who knew that once a toddler removes one key, he can take his little finger and the rest come off quicker than dominoes fall), I am amazed that I am not only a mother, but a mother of twins. My twins are di-di/fraternal boys. (Read more about them at http://griesertwins.blogspot.com). They are no more similar than siblings are (except that they shared a womb, a crib, and will forever share a birthday!) Last week, while I was frantically searching for pepto-bismol, I came across my empty Clomid bottle. I originally saved it in case I would’ve needed the Rx number for refills. Who would have known, that when I ovulated twice that month (on separate days), that my two little eggs would find themselves a suitable sperm and implant. Growing and developing into beautiful, healthy baby boys who vomit, poop and contracted the stomach flu last week.
When I was pregnant, I always wondered which twin I would tend to first. They are our first born children, so I didn’t have to worry about an older sibling. However, wondering which twin I would tend to when they were both crying always perplexed me. The articles I read all said to tend to the older child, as he/she would remember that you went to the baby over him/her and develop anger at you and the new baby. Twins are the same age, I guess technically Zachary is older than Maxwell by one minute, but how would I decide!? When the boys finally arrived and we started the “assembly line” for everything we did; bathe one, bathe the other, diaper one, diaper the other, that worked well. The first baby was usually the fussy one and the second twin received the same care to “simplify” our lives.
In infancy, the “assembly line” worked rather well. The twins are 2 now. Just toddlers, no tiaras. In the morning, Z woke up covered in vomit. And then started the diarrhea. Over and over again. I tried to get him to drink, take freezeys, ice chips… nothing worked or would stay down. He was getting more pale, the circles around his eyes were darkening, he had poor skin turgor and hadn’t peed in 18 hours. I switched into my nursing role and headed to Google (hehe), a call to his pediatrican gave me some deadlines. I had until 1700 to get him hydrated enough to produce urine or I needed to bring him to the hospital for fluids. Great.
I coddled Z all day. Let him have short time without a diaper to encourage urination (hey– every other time I take the diapers off, the boys pee all over the floor). But, no avail. I didn’t give Max much Mommy-time that day. I was worried about Z. Worried like a nurse more than a mommy. I gave Max a few extra snacks, let him watch the same Barney movie over and over, all while I obsessed about Z’s urine output. We ended up in the hospital for IV fluids and when I was finally putting Z down for bed at midnight, I opened the nursery door and it reeked like vomit.
M was covered in puke and sleeping (so lethargic he didn’t even cry). All I wanted to do was crawl in a corner and hide, but instead, the “assembly line” came into full force. Changing sheets, giving baths, brushing teeth, diapers, jammies, water, crackers, blankeys, kisses, high-fives, bed.
Two kids the same age. Both want their mommy and as they get bigger, my lap gets smaller. We marched through the next 3 days with the same scenario each day. Vomit, diarrhea, laundry, baths, repeat. Repeat. Repeat. More “assembly line.” I felt like the boys were newborns again. Little sleep, strict schedules, worrying incessantly about voiding and output, keeping track of intake, laundry, laundry, laundry.
Now that the bug has moved out of their little systems, I realize that it really is the “assembly line” that keeps our house running smooth. So, MOM’s and new blog friends, “What keeps your house running smooth when chaos is wrecking havoc in your life?”