I’m starting to wonder if my son’s baby to toddler development was actually a figment of my imagination. Whilst I do remember that it wasn’t all plain sailing, he did sleep through the night at 8 weeks, progressed to solids without any major drama and then gained teeth, crawled and walked, all without incident.
I don’t recall endless weeks of him being below par. I don’t remember days where he sobbed from dawn until dusk. In fact I don’t remember any major issues except when he got his hands stuck in a lift door and that provided all the drama I could deal with plus a little more for good measure!
I suppose what I’m trying to say is it all seemed much easier first time around. Which is strange. Because everything I read suggests that it is far easier for us mummies on the second time around the track.
My twin daughters seem to be struggling with teething pains this week. Last week was the sick bug, the week before that I think they had colds and before that… well I don’t actually recall but judging by the ever-diminishing Calpol supplies in the medicine cabinet, there must have been something wrong.
I almost work it into their daily routine now. Bottle of formula… check. Porridge… check. Play time… check. Sleep time… check. Large dose of the sticky pink stuff….check.
Now the thing with twins is, you can only really deal with one at a time. So, you enter the nursery and are greeted by two snotty-nosed, red-faced, sobbing children. Both desperately shaking the bars of their cots in the hope of gaining freedom. Except that’s not actually what they want at all. They want you. And they want a cuddle. And they want it now. So which one do you choose? Do you choose the real drama queen who will otherwise implode when she sees you reach for her sister. Or do you choose the calmer, more laid-back of the two on the basis that if she is this upset, there really must be something wrong?
I’ve come to the conclusion that there is no way around this and despite the law of averages, whichever one I choose, it’ll be wrong!