Am I feeding them enough? Are they sleeping enough? Are they warm enough? Are they too warm? The worries I have as a mother are endless, but for the most part I have faith in what I am doing, and therefore don’t harp on things too much.
When I found out I was pregnant with twins, I worried that I wouldn’t be able to do it. Caring for any baby is difficult, throwing in a second one at the same time is crazy. But my husband (and many, many friends and family members) assured me I would be able to do it. Sure, there are days I throw up my hands and wonder if they’ll ever stop crying or if they’re learning what they should. But those are the moments I take a deep breath and remind myself it’s a long journey not a short trip.
I knew I wanted to breast feed, but I did worry whether my body was able to do it. What if it was too stressful? I took the approach, “If it works, great. If it doesn’t, that’s ok, too.” Wouldn’t you know, despite them being early they started to nurse within hours of birth? And now, six months later they are still breastfeeding.
While pregnant I worried about gaining too much weight, getting gestational diabetes, and having healthy babies. I realized there was only so much I could do. I ate healthy foods, tried to get as much sleep as I could, and exercised when I had the energy. Even at 33 weeks, Campbell and Jackson were born at a healthy weight and were able to be on room air from the start.
I never had the worry that I wouldn’t love them both equally, but I do sometimes worry if I spend too much time with one and not the other. To alleviate that worry I simply turn my attention to the other. Sometimes my daughter will wake up before my son, so I’ll spend that extra time playing with her. And sometimes it happens in reverse.
Finally, I try not to worry. I have a tremendous support network that I know I can go to with questions, concerns, or worries. Instead of spending time worrying, I just continue to do the best that I can. I think the babies agree we’re doing alright so far.